Baby

We watched You the series on Netflix for about 3 hours. He cuddled with me all day until we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to the sound of someone blowing. I get up in Tyler's bed, and look to where Tyler is supposed to be. He is sitting on the side of his bed, on his phone. I straddle myself on his back and wait until he notices me. He takes me off him to look at me. He gives me a good morning kiss. I stand up, and sit on his lap. "What are we going to do today?" I ask. "Well, I was thinking, that we just mess around today. I don't care what we do as long as I'm with you." He says. He always knows how to make a girl blush. I all of a sudden felt the urge to throw up. I rush off to the bathroom and puke my guts out in the toilet. Tyler rushes in after me, and holds my hair up. When I am pretty sure I'm done, I sit next to the toilet to actually take a breath. Tyler hands me a towel, and I start to wipe my face with it. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what came onto me." I said. Tyler sighs. A worried/shocked look comes across his face. "What?" I ask. "I have to go to the store. Do you want some nausea pills?" He asks. I smile. "Yes please!" I yell. He walks downstairs, grabs his keys, and goes out the door. I hear a car start, and start to drive off. I want to explore. I walk into the living room, and look at all the pictures on the wall. One is of him and his; who I'm guessing is, his father. They are smiling really big. Tyler has a fish in his hands. I smile at the thought of him fishing. I walk around the kitchen. I look in the pantry and find Hershey kisses. I take a few, and head back upstairs into Tyler's room. I get into the bed, and watch 3 more episodes of You. I watch it for about 30-45 minutes; when I hear the door open. I jump out of bed, and take off down the stairs. I run up and hug him harder than I've probably ever hugged anybody. He tumbles back a little, unruly catching his balance again. He hold 1 sack in his hand. "What's in the sack baby?" I ask. He looks nervous. He pulls out a pink box. When I read the label I almost pass out. It's a pregnancy test. I look up at him with this shocked expression. He bought 3 of them. I take the boxes and run to the bathroom. I look in the mirror trying to take in if I see that these tests are positive. I do my business on all 3 sticks. I am too scared to look at them. I brace myself for what might come next. I pick up the first test. POSITIVE. I almost pass out this time. I keep telling myself, it might just be the first test. It might be wrong. But at the same time it could be right. I pick up the second test. POSITIVE. Oh my god. One more to go. I pick up the last test. POSITIVE. I can't breathe. My heart is racing in my throat. I go over to the toilet and throw up more. Good thing is, Tyler didn't hear it. When I get done, it takes a while to kick in. I'm pregnant. At 16. I'm a TEEN MOM. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm pregnant. With Tyler's baby. I take all 3 tests, and go into Tyler's room, he's laying on his bed watching a basketball game. I step in front of the TV. "Umm... excuse me." He says. I reach over to grab the remote. I shut off the TV. He looks very confused. I smile and hold up the first test. He comes up to me and looks at it. He looks shocked as hell. Dead ass shocked. I hold up the other 2. He smiles the biggest smile I've seen in a long time. "Oh my god. I'm going to have a kid. I'm 21. Oh my god. You're pregnant!? Oh my god. But I had protection! Oh shit. It must have broke. I'm kind of panicking." I kiss him to stop his rambling. "By the way, I'm 16. I should be shocked as hell. And! You're not going to have a kid. I am. But I guess it's yours too." We both share a laugh. He picks me up and spins me around. He kisses me with all his passion. I kiss back. He lays on top of me on his bed. "I'm going to be a father." He says. I giggle. "I'm going to be a mom." I say in response. He leans down to my ear. "You won't be the only one calling me daddy."