Book 2: Growing Up

Deanna’s P.O.V.
I’ve been home for a month now, I was scared. Today we were going to find out who the real father is and I was scared that it wasn’t going to be my boyfriend. We both wanted it to be her but there was a lot of times when I had dreams that it wasn’t Jimmy. That it was Johnny or Matt or Zacky. Zacky’s dreams were the worst though, there was a lot of them when I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. My mother came and held me but she would soon go away to be with my ‘dad’. That was another thing, ever since he came, I never felt the same.
Seeing that Johnny wasn’t my brother really hurt and now seeing him, it felt weird between us. Yeah we were half brother and sister but it was hard to wrap my head around.
“Jimmy, baby its going to be alright,” I tried to reassure my boyfriend but I was scared too.
“What if she isn’t our baby, Deanna I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Jimmy told me over the phone. Him and his friends were all heading over to the hospital. I was home with my little baby girl and I was going to be waiting for Jimmy. My mom was gone but I could careless about her right now. She was nothing to me. She acted like it wasn’t a big deal.
“I know baby just, please don’t think about it alright? I love you,” I smiled a little, “I need to go Sam’s up,” I said and he said that he loved me and hung up. I got up from the couch and went two feet in front of me to my new born in her tiny bayonet and picked her up in my arms and held her close, whispering to her a sweet lullaby and going into the kitchen to make her a bottle.
Jimmy’s P.O.V.
I was so scared, what if that precious little baby wasn’t mine? I would have a broken heart and not only that, I felt like I was going to lose my Deanna. I didn’t want one of my friends being the dad, I wanted it to be me. It would make things weird if one of my friends was the father.
“It’s going to be alright,” Brian whispered to me. I looked over to him and nodded, looking back out the window. I wasn’t ready to be the father anyway, I was only seventeen, we were to young for this. Not only that but we were going through our Senior year now. We had our dreams that we wanted to fallow. There was so much going through my head, I wanted to just take a step back and breath.
When we got there, my heart was racing, my mind was running a million miles an hour about this. I was scared, nervous. Zacky though, he seemed to be all high and mighty about this. He was saying how he was going to be the father, he was actually rubbing it in my face and it was making me pissed.
“Zacky shut the hell up,” I growled and shoved him, moving into the hospital to get this done.

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