Frankie

Drew walked through the door, following me to the living room. I gestured for him to sit on the couch. It's possible the test was a false positive, but I have to tell him either way. My gut is telling me to tell him, but I couldn't utter another word. How will he react to the possibility of having a child with me? He can't act harsher than my father would, right? My fingers fidgeting with each other as my teeth bit down my on lip firmly, causing a bitter metal taste in my mouth.

"Do you want a drink or something?" I forced out.

"Sure, water, if it's no trouble," he answered.

Nodded as I walked over to my kitchen, going on my tippy toes to get a glass from the cabinet. I carefully opened it, pulling out a glass cup and walked over to my refrigerator. My fingers pressed on the water button causing the water to flow down into the glass. Once the glass was filled, I carried it over to the boy. 

"Here," I handed him the glass. "I have something to tell you," I exhaled, slowly sinking down onto the couch, feeling my chest become heavy. 

"Sure, you can tell me anything." He said, putting his hand on my thigh. He was trying to reassure me, but my heart was beating outside my chest. My legs were shuddering at a brisk pace. Every time I tried to stop shaking them, it would just start again. 

"I don't know how to tell you this but..." I stuttered, struggling to generate sentences. My hands kept rubbing up and down on my thighs trying to calm my uneasiness. 

"Take your time, Frankie," he reassured, swiping my wandering curly lock behind my ear. 

My eyes shifted off from my clammy hands and up to his softened, soulful eyes. Suddenly my nervousness slowly eased down.

"Okay," I took a deep breath, watching Drew reaching for his glass and taking a hefty sip of the water.

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

The air is suddenly rent by the sound of breaking glass. 

"Drew!" I yelled, noticing how he sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape, and hand empty. "Drew!" I shouted again, pinching his muscular arm, but he didn't react. "Sorry, but," I whacked him in the face, yanking him out of his stunned state.

"How are you pregnant?" he spat. 

"Well, you and I had sex. Didn't you take health already," I answered, walking over to the closet and searching for a broom. Luckily, the maid left most of her supplies in the closet, but of course, she decided to put the broom elsewhere.  

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, walking back to the panicking boy. "I haven't figured it out yet. I just found out today, the only thing I know is that I'm not going to kill it. I won't live with myself if I did."

"We are too young to worry about this," Drew said, forcing his fingers through his hair. "The best option is to kill it," he confessed.

"How could you even think that? If your father forced your mother to kill the baby, then you wouldn't be here. The baby doesn't deserve to die because of our dumb decisions," I exclaimed, feeling the anger sneaking into me.

"Kill the damn thing!" Drew demanded, his eyes no longer soft like they once were. 

"I said no!" I answered, feeling the tears pouring down my cheeks. My hands reached up to quickly dry them and rushed up the stairs.

 He will not have the enjoyment of seeing me break down in front of him. I slammed my door, making sure to lock it and not have to deal with Drew any longer. My body collapsed into my bed, reaching for my pillow and wailing into it.

How was he okay with killing a baby? I wouldn't be able to live with myself with I went through with it. Maybe that is the right decision, but why isn't it better to put it up for adoption? Knowing how my father will react, sends shivers down my spine. To the whole world, I'm the "perfect daughter" but now I'm the daughter who got knocked up. Not only will my father hate me for ruining the family's reputation. But he will also make my child suffer for my mistakes. 

"I'm sorry, Frankie... I needed a few minutes to myself to think things through. I shouldn't have forced you to do anything with yo- our child," he said through the door. 

I lifted myself from the bed, shuffling towards the door. My body leaned against the door, letting out a huff.

"You don't have to support me... I understand if you want to leave and forget about all of this," I sniffed, fearing to hear out his answer. 

The silence between us drove me insane. Is he trying to make a decision now? Deep down, I wanted him to stay and experience this with me. Maybe this was supposed to happen? We are soulmates, we were made to be together and create a family. Didn't think it would happen so soon but it's supposed to work out right? How did I let my life crumbled in my fingertips?

"I'm not that kind of guy, Franks. I'll be here for you, through thick and thin. I wouldn't want my child to grow up without a father because I was scared," he answered.

The sobs punched through, ripping through my muscles, bones, and guts. I pressed my forehead against the grimy door and my heart began to yank in and out of my chest. It pulled back like a yo-yo. 

"Frankie, open the door please," he said.

My hands reached for the knob, turning it and opening the door to see the disheveled boy in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging tightly, and making me feel secure. 

"What are we going to do? Do you think we should put it up for adoption?" he asked, tenderly caressing my head.

"I've heard other mothers say it's a difficult choice but I think it's our best option," I answered him.

Watching sixteen and pregnant might come in handy now. I've seen episodes of the mothers trying to give away their children and some mothers repent their decisions. For now, my gut is yelling to go through with adoption but my worse trait is getting too attached. 

"When is it the right time to tell our parents? Where do we go from here?" he asked, pulling away from the hug but keeping a hold onto my hand.

"I don't know, Drew. This is a new experience for me... I think I have to go get checked by a doctor. Currently, my parents went away on a trip, so we have some time before my parents disown me," I laughed through the pain.  

"Shhh, Frankie." He placed his fingers under my chin, pulling it up to connected my eyes to his. His other hand reached up to wipe the tears escaping my eyes. "Have faith in your dad. He loves you and won't kick out an amazing daughter like you. Unlike mine... But if you do get kicked out, you can live with me. My mother would love to have you and her future grandchild in her care," he persuaded me.

"What happened to your dad?" I questioned him, noticing his jaw clenched when I mentioned his father. seeing his face start to frown. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it; it probably wasn't an easy topic to talk about. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything. Open up when you're ready."

"He left my mother when she was pregnant with me and struggling to take care of my older brother. I don't have any vivid memories of him, the only stories I have about him are from what my brother has told me. My mother told me he died from an overdose but I haven't looked into it," he explained.

"Your mother is such a strong woman," I said, rubbing his back and placing my head onto his shoulder.

"Yes," he mumbled. 

"Maybe we should plan a dinner for both of our parents so we can discuss everything," he suggested. "Either way, I'm telling my mom tonight, so she won't freak out. I suggest you do the same," he added.

"Yeah, I rather tell them when they home than over the phone," I replied.

"I should probably get going. It's getting late and I promised to have dinner with my mother tonight," Drew said, rubbing the nape of his neck and tilting his head forward. 

"Oh! Sure I'll walk you down," I answered, starting to walk down my massive staircase with Drew following behind. 

He followed me to the door, my hand reached out to twist the knob and opened it for him. "Get home safe! Thank you for coming to check up on me," I smiled.

"See you later, Franks," he answered, waving goodbye before walking out the door. My body leaned against the door, watching him starting up his car. He waved goodbye once last time before driving off.

"Who is that?" his voice startled me back to reality. 

"When did you get home?"

"About an hour ago when that boy was ranting about killing something," he answered, making my cheeks heat up.

Hopefully, that's all he managed to hear from our conversation.

"Where were you? It's eight a clock," I questioned him. My nose catching a wafted of the stretch of weed that was radiating off of him.

"I went over Gabby's house, and got a little fucked up," he flashed an amused smirk.

"Is that the blonde bitch?"

"No, I dumped her last week," he said, rooming through the refrigerator. "I got myself, someone better."  

"Wow! How haven't you got an STD?" I joked, crossing my arms across my chest.

Or a girl pregnant.  

"It's called using protection," he answered, shoving some pretzels in his mouth and crunching sound filled up the room.

"Are you always going to come late? Dad said he doesn't want you out partying," I informed him, watching him walk over and jump onto the couch. 

He reached for the controller, turning our flatscreen tv on and flicking through the channels. "Dad doesn't want me to breathe," he chuckled, his hands raddling through the pretzels package and shoving them in his mouth. "By the way, Imogen hasn't been over in a while."

"And?"

"Well, she's one hot tamale. There are endless things I wanna do to that girl," he smirked, fixing his sweatpants.  

That statement caused my stomach to churn and I had to fight back the urge to throw up. I walked over to my brother, smacking his chest and stomping upstairs. "Like Imogen would ever do anything with you," I yelled, rolling my eyes.

Imogen would never go for anyone like my brother. He was all things she loathed in a boy, he drank, smoked and fucked any girl in sight. Parker has always tried to do advances on Imogen several times but she always stopped him. Then she would come to complain to me.

"I'm guessing she never told you about the time she kissed me," Parker yelled back causing my eyes to widen.

"What?"

                                      Drew

How could I be so stupid to get Frankie pregnant? The whole night was a blur to me, I haven't drank that much in a few weeks. Usually, I remember to use protection but I guess I really wanted to get it in. If only we didn't make that mistake that night, our lives would still be normal but now everything is going to change. 

Imogen. Fuck, will Imogen hate me for getting her best friend knocked up? Frankie won't tell her, right? Personally, I rather she never find out about this. It was a mistake, that will haunt for years to come especially if she hates me for it. If I still had a chance with Imogen, it will be gone if she finds out.

Finally, I reached my driveway, pulling my car inside, and carefully parking it. Once parked, I opened the door and strolled up to my porch. Before opening the door, I clicked on my key to lock my car and walked inside.

"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled, dropping my keys on the shelf that stood by the door. 

"I'll be down in a minute! Dinner is all set, go join Mark at the table," my mother yelled from the second floor. 

Oh, Mark; he's going to enjoy this conversation. Mark was the perfect man, son, and eventually father. He had his whole life planned since he was ten, and I envied that. His perfect grades helped him earn a scholarship to a prestigious school for engineering. Unlike me, Mark fell in love with his soulmate. They have been together since the age of seventeen and he proposed to her, several months ago. Sometimes I questioned if I was the only one who suffered when my father left.

"Alright," I walked to the table, hearing Mark's fork clicking against the plate every time he reached for the chicken. 

 I joined him at the table, placing the napkin on my lap and proceeded to dig in. Surprisingly I wasn't hungry tonight, probably from the news that ruined my day. However, tomorrow I have a baseball game and will need all the carbs I could get. My mother's footsteps echoed in the house as she walked into the dining room.

"Drew how was your day?" She said, tying her hair back while sitting down in her chair.

"Weird," I mumbled. "I need to tell you something."

Rip it off like a bandage. 

"Sure, anything," she smiled with her perfectly straight teeth.

"I have been seeing this girl name, Frankie,"

"Oh yes, the girl you took to the dance?" My mother asked, stabbing her fork into the chicken and bringing it up to her mouth.

"Yes, Wel-"

"What about Imogen?" Mark interrupted, sending me a deathly stare. 

"Frankie is my soulmate remember," I answered, sending him an annoyed smile.

"Imogen probably didn't want your ugly ass," he teased, making my hand clench around my fork. Flinging towards him but missing him by inches.

"Hey! No throwing," Mother demanded, smacking the back of my head. 

"Well, Frankie I-i got her pregnant," I blurted, fearing to look at my mother. 

My eyes stayed focus on Mark, who was turning redder by the minute. Eventually, he reached the end of his airbag and bursted out laughing. Causing food to spill all over the table along with his spit. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Haven't you learned anything from Mark?" she scolded, pushing her plate away from her.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, keeping my head down. 

"How long has she known?" She asked.

"I'm not sure... She told me today that's why I came home so late. She plans to go to the doctor and get checked out," I explained.

"Well, you're going with her. You won't be like your father and leave the poor girl alone," she demanded. 

Does everyone assume I'm a carbon copy of my father? Yes, I told Frankie to get rid of the baby but I was in state of shock. Being compared to my father made my blood boil, I'm different and better. No women deserve to get left like my mother was. She suffered years to make sure we had wonderful futures ahead of us. The only thing that hurts more than being compared to my father was disappointing my mother. 

"Good thing Imogen already hates you. She definitely won't want you after this," Mark added, struggling to breathe through his laughs. 

"Okay, enough Mark," my mother glared at him.

"She wants us to come and see her parents when they come back from a trip," I said looking up at my mother.

"Sure when are they coming back?" She asked.

"A month from now. We can have dinner during that weekend." I informed her.

She nodded, pulling out her phone and setting herself a reminder.  

"I'm going to bed. Love you," I said, placing a peck on my mother's cheek.

Grabbing the plate and bringing it over to the sink. After washing it, I walked upstairs to my room and making sure to lock the door. Crashing into my comforting bed, my eyes drifted down to my wrist. 'Frankie' appeared to be tattooed boldly, usually, it's faded but not tonight.

Sometimes, it bothered me that I didn't have Imogen on my wrist. Why did Lucas get chosen for her? He's like my brother, perfect. Why would she go for someone like me when Lucas is the competition? Either way, Lucas won't win like that, I know she can fall for him if I spent more time with her. She would fall easily if Lucas didn't exist but sadly he's here to stay.  

So Frankie and Drew are going to be parents!! Are you guys excited for them? Do you think it's going to be easy or difficult for them? Are you in favor for them to become a relationship? I hope you still enjoyed this chapter!!

What do you think about the situation?

What do you think is the best option for them?

Do you think Imogen would be upset?