TW - contains some swearing

“I’m pregnant” I mutter, the test in my now shaking hands “shit I’m pregnant”

I’m in the bathroom of a convenience store. The stall is cramped for space. My tote bag is in the corner on the floor, discarded. This is the second test, the last one the line came out less, on this one it was much stronger.

My hand reaches my mouth in shock. No. This can’t be possible. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. It was only one night. No. No. I need to call him.

I dig my phone out of my pocket and call him right away. He picks up after four rings of the phone. Good man. Let’s hope he’s still a good man after this bombshell I’m about to drop.

“Georgio” I whimper, my eyes watering already.

“Emily? What’s wrong? What’s happening? Are you ok?” He says, concern clearly in his voice.

“I-I, just come to the store a few roads from your house”

“I’m on my way” I hear the slam of a car door in the backround “see you in a bit, love you”

“Love you too” my voice cracks before I hang up.

Tears are streaming down my face. I’ve ruined my life because I had fun. It was only one night.

I sit on the closed toilet seat until he messages me. He’s asking where I am. I tell him I’m in the girls toilet and theres no one else in here so he can just come in. A few moments later there’s a knock on the door.

I stand up, wiping away the tears and holding the pregnacy tests in my hand. I open the door and he immediately pulls me into an embrace. As soon as he pulls away, he puts both of his hands on my shoulders and checks me for non existent injuries.

“What happened? Babe?” Tears are coming again as I close the door behind him.

I silently pass him the two tests. His eyes widen and he looks from them, to me.

“Y-You’re pregnant?” He whispers.

I nod, my eyes sore from crying.

“I’m so sorry”

No, don’t say that you’re leaving me, please.

“I should’ve worn protection” I silently sigh in relief.

“It’s not just your fault, we both did it. Not just you” I say, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Yeah, but it’s still my fault”

“No. It’s. Not. Georgio, I love you. Okay.”

“But-“

“No. We both had sex. And we’re seventeen”

There’s a pause before he speaks again “how do you feel about all of this?”

“I don’t know”

“Are we gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know”

“It’s completely your choice, you’re the one carrying our child so you should decide”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we got an abortion”

“I was hoping you would say that”

I smile. “So you’re not leaving me?”

“Babe, why the fuck would I do that? I love you.” He says, also smiling.

“I don’t know how I’m going to tell my parents. Both of them would be fuming”

“I’ll be with you when you do it, I’ll be standing right by your side”

^^5 months later^^

“Twins!”

I look across to Georgio, he’s holding my hand just like he promised. He’s grinning like a puppy.

“They both look happy and healthy” the nurse says, a sincere smile at the two of us.

He leans over and kisses me on the head, he holds my hand and whispers into my ear “you’re going to be a great mother”

“And you’re going to be the best dad” I whisper back.

^^4 months later^^

“I can’t believe my beautiful girlfriend just birthed out two beautiful children” Georgio says proudly, it’s been about ten minutes since I gave birth. I’m on a hell of a lot of painkillers.

We have a boy and a girl. We’re naming the boy Albert after Georgio’s best friend, and the girl Hazel after my grandmother who passed away a few months before I got pregnant. He’s rocking Albert in his arms, leaning over me with my head resting on his shoulder and Hazel in my arms.

“How the fuck did these cuties come out of your vagina”

“Language, you’re a father now”

“Surely it must hurt?”

“Of course it hurts”

“I can’t imagine children coming out of my penis”

At that I burst out laughing. Albert’s small hand reaches up for Georgio’s chin and Hazel wraps her even smaller hand around my finger. My smile widens and the lifesaver of a man beside me kisses my lips gently. Maybe my life isn’t so shit after all.