~ 3 month timelapse ~ The downside of being a scrawny, pregnant kid: you show way sooner than usual. I was three months along in the pregnancy, and I already had a little, swollen bump in stomach. I had to admit, I actually liked seeing it when I took a shower in the mirror, but when it came to sleeping, that was a whole other story. I could never get comfortable because I usually slept on my sides. No, now, I had to sleep on my back or else there was a chance of hurting the baby if I slept on my sides. The struggle was more than fucking real. I hadn't had a good night sleep since my body began to make its changes, but I knew that this was only the beginning, and it would get a hell of a lot worse.

My morning alarm going off was completely useless that morning because I was already up. Since I had no sleep, I was already irritated. I slammed the dismiss button on my phone alarm as I proceeded to drag myself out of bed. I stretched, letting out a groan that resembled a lion's roar. I looked down at my stomach, giving a faint smile. "You may fuck up my sleeping schedule, but I know it'll be worth it in the end."

Yeah, I had lightened up to the idea of the baby over the months. My mama and papa, when I announced me keeping the baby, were pissed off to no end. They didn't talk to me for weeks, but slowly, they have been easing back into conversing with me. I guess the only thing that was making them feel better was the fact I wasn't with a man anymore. But, that part was the part that was killing me the most. I was a single father, and this wasn't what I thought would happen at all when I kept the baby.

I went downstairs to grab myself some breakfast. I grabbed the box of Cookie Crisp and retrieved the milk. As I made up my breakfast, I heard the clicking of heels come towards me -- mama. I looked over and gave her a warm smile. "Morning, mama." She just looked at with this pathetic look. What the hell was her problem? "Mama, what's wrong?"

"Alexander, can we talk?" Now, I was really concerned and confused.

"Of course, mama. What is it?"

"Well, um, you know, there's still the option of adoption for the baby. Your father and I really want what's best for the baby and you." I now finished making my breakfast, and I responded to her as I put away the essentials.

"Mama, I know, but I haven't decided what I'm doing yet. I may want to keep the baby. I'd love to have a child of my own. I mean, yeah, I am single and 17, but the idea of having something of my own to raise and love sounds great."

"But, Alexander, what about college? What about lacrosse?"

"I would have to give up some things, yes, but this baby wouldn't mean having to give up college. Mama, even so, I told you that I don't know what I'm doing yet. I may give it up, I may keep it. I don't know."

"Please, really consider adoption, okay? Papa and I just want -- "

"What's best for me. I know." I smiled at her and walked towards her. I embraced her lovingly. "I appreciate everything you're trying to do, okay mama? Don't think I'm not. I just want to make this decision on my own." I pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. "I love you, mama. I love both you and papa." She smiled at me, brushing her hand across my cheek.

"I could never stop loving you, Alexander. We wouldn't be able to do that. Yeah, we don't really approve of this, but we're more than willing to help you. Now, eat your breakfast, so we can get you off to school early."

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My first class of the day was always English. I was like the only person in that class that actually enjoyed it. Writing was my strong point, so I was easily passing the class with a high B. I sat in the back of the class, and I used to sit next to Jack, but now, I sat next to a kid named Brendon Urie. I didn't know him when we first sat together, but as the days went by, we got super close.

Our assignment that day was to write something that made you happy. My topic was easy: lacrosse. I was writing with my one hand while the other rubbed a thumb across the bridge of my belly. During the pregnancy, I was so fond of touching my stomach. Like, I couldn't keep my hands off of it. I guess it was my way to show the child inside of me that I was there for it? I wasn't really sure. Brendon looked over at me and laughed. "Rubbing your belly again, Gaskarth?" I only usual let Coach call me by my last name, but Brendon became my newest acceptance.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "it's a habit now."

"It's not a bad habit, man. I just find it funny because I can never find you without a hand on it." Brendon laughed once more. "So, how far along are you?"

"I will be four months along next week." I smiled. He provided me with a small grin. "I am already feeling small flutters and kicks, too."

"Really? That's so cool! How does that feel?"

"On the inside, it's really weird at first, but now, it is just heart warming. You want to feel?" I never offered anyone to touch my stomach -- not even my parents! I was giving him acceptance to a lot of things, huh? Brendon looked at me with surprised, widened eyes.

"You sure, bro? I mean, I don't want to intrude."

"Of course I am sure. Here, give me your hand," I took hold of his hand and placed it upon my stomach. I could feel the small flutter inside of me, and I knew Brendon could feel it too because he perked up, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. However, I looked at the corner of my eye to find Jack squinting his eyes towards us in disbelief. What the fuck was his problem? Was it because someone was touching my stomach because if it was, that would be bullshit. He left and played the silent game with me, so if I wanted a friend to feel my baby, it wasn't his business or choice. Playing along, I gave him a devilish smirk and rolled my eyes. The one thing of being with Jack for so long was that I knew the right things to do to piss him off.

"That feels so awesome, Gaskarth." Brendon commented as he pulled his hand away to get back to work.

"It is awesome. I read that they'll get more frequent and more noticeable outside, on my stomach, over time."

"You've done your research, haven't ya?"

"I do it every night. I want to be prepared for what's a head." Before Brendon could speak to me once more, the bell ran to conclude English. I grabbed all my belongings and headed towards the door. As I got to the door, I crossed paths with Jack who was looking at me with that same glare he was before. I smiled at him and with a cocky voice, I said,

"Got something in your eye?" I skipped away, just feeling such a bit of success in my gut. I ran to Brendon, who was ahead of me, and asked, "Hey, you want to grab lunch with me today? We can go to wherever you want."

"Really? I'd love!" Brendon beamed. I clapped my hands and hugged him from the side.

"Awesome. Let's get to History before Mr. Dickens gives us bullshit like last time." We proceeded to run off to History, me running to the best of my ability with my growing bump. I knew what Jack was feeling, and I knew what I was doing was triggering his jealousy buttons. Good. You ditch me, you get what you deserve.

Notes

Okay, so these two are being so terrible it's killing me.

also, this chapter introduces a new character so booyah

so, already on chapter ten which is AWESOME !!!

xoxo krys