The single good thing about being pregnant in high school is that I get to go to the bathroom whenever I want without asking for permission. I was walking back to class now after going to the bathroom for the millionth time today. The bell rang just as I got to class and I grabbed my backpack before heading to lunch.

I sighed as I sat down next to Frank, pulling out my lunch. Linda has been making me really healthy lunches ever since I moved in with them. Today's mini-feast consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, strawberries, grapes and grape tomatoes.

"You feeling okay?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I am," I said.

I ate quietly as my friends all talked and laughed. I could feel eyes on me as people watched me. Some girl a few tables over pointed and laughed. My eyes watered as I laid a hand on my stomach.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just feeling a little hormonal and sad."

He kissed my cheek, holding my hand.

"Well then, I think that later when we go home we should just watch a movie or something," he suggested.

I nodded, trying to ignore everyone talking behind my back. He wrapped an arm around me, resting it on the back of my chair.

"Frank," I said.

The day seemed to drag on before we were finally home on the couch. He turned on a movie and I smiled as I played with the ring on Frank's hand, spinning it around his finger.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I just can't wait until we can be happy together."

"A-are you not happy now?" Frank asked nervously.

I shrugged, looking down.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked in concern.

He held me close and I sniffled.

"Genevieve, Baby," he said softly. "What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?"

I sniffled, shrugging softly. He ran his fingers through my hair and I bit my lip.

"Come on, Baby, I want you happy," he said. "I can fix it, how do I fix it?"

"Nothing, it was just the people at school," I said. "They're always just being shit to me now that I'm pregnant. I hate the snarky fucking comments and the weird looks. I feel like I just stick out like a sore thumb. I don't want to be pregnant in school anymore, it fucking sucks. I just spend the whole day being called a whore."

"Hey, it's okay, there's only a little bit left," he said. "And the babies will be born during summer break and then next year you can go back to school with your old body and kick all their asses."

I smiled softly and he kissed my cheek.

"Baby, please, I don't like seeing you upset," he said. "Please don't be upset. I'll do anything you want to make you feel better."

I gave him a kiss and smiled.

"You being so sweet all the time makes me feel better," I said.

I pressed my lips against his, holding him close.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kissed me roughly, tangling his hands into my red hair. The door opened and Frank pulled away., scowling when he saw his dad.

"Well, now we know why you got your high school girlfriend pregnant," he muttered.

"You're fucking lucky my mom is letting you back in," Frank said. "Because there is no statute of limitation on sexual assault in the state of New Jersey and I will call the police on your shitty ass."

"Frank," I said softly, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You should learn to respect your father," he said.

My boyfriend scowled, looking over at me. I sighed quietly, looking down. His dad went upstairs and I scowled.

"He's such a fucking dick," Frank said.

"I know he may seem bossy but maybe this is just who he is and how he acts," I said. "Remember, he told you he wanted to come back and make things right again. I think that he's really trying but he just doesn't really know how because he's never had to be a dad before."

"Maybe but that doesn't just excuse the face that he left for seventeen years after assaulting my mom," he said. "And my mom just lets him in like nothing happened. I think that she still loves him."

"She does?" I asked.

Frank nodded. "She never really dated anyone but she did get really close to one guy when I was in middle school and the two were in love. She looks at that douche the same way she looked at him, my mom is still in love with him."

"Has she talked to you about this?" I asked.

"No, she knows how I feel about him so she never brought it up with me," he said. "I think they're gonna get back together."

"How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"Fucking pissed!" He exclaimed. "They can't just get back together! He assaulted her, got her pregnant, then left the fucking state!"

I felt Cherry kick and stir.

"Frankie, you're upsetting Cherry," I said softly.

Frank took a few deep breaths, resting a hand on my stomach over Cherry.

"I'm sorry, princess," he said. "I didn't mean to yell."

"Frankie," I mumbled, resting my hand over his. "Maybe you should just give him a chance. If he's gonna be sticking around for a while then it will be easier to be amicable than at each other's throats."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Frank said. "Okay, I-I'll try, I'll really try."

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"And maybe you can have a dad like you've always wanted," I said. "You might have more in common than you actually think."

"You know I love you, right?" Frank asked.

"I know, I love you too," I said.

He kissed my cheek and I smiled.

"Fuck, I've got math homework to do," he said. "I'm gonna be upstairs, you coming up or are you gonna stay down here?"

"I'm gonna make some food before I head up there," I said. "I was gonna make some grilled cheese sandwiches, you want one?"

"Sounds perfect," he agreed, giving me a kiss before he went upstairs.

I went to the kitchen and started making food for us. I starting cooking, sighing as I put one finished sandwich onto a plate. I heard footsteps and looked over at Frank's dad as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"I-I don't mean to intrude or anything but if you want to make it work with Frank then you can't try to boss him around or anything," I said. "He just needs you to be a kind, fatherly figure. You can't just be strict or else he'll just reject you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Frank Sr. said. "I do want to make this work between us but I just don't know how."

I nodded, hearing him step closer.

"That looks good," he said.

"You want one?" I asked

"No, I'm okay, I just ate," he said.

I felt his hand on my lower back before it moved down and he squeezed my ass gently.

I froze, fear washing over me. It felt like years before he left, going back upstairs. My hands were shaking as I finished and went upstairs. Frank was busy working in front of his textbook at the desk and I sat on the bed.

"You're not eating?" Frank asked as he looked back at me.

"Not hungry anymore," I mumbled.

"You okay?" He asked, turning to face me.

Frank was actually going to try with his father, I shouldn't ruin this for him. Maybe I just misread everything. It was probably just the hormones that was putting my mind into overdrive.

"Yeah, just got a small whiff and realized the babies don't really like grilled cheese sandwiches," I lied.

"Alright, I'll eat it then," he said. "Do you want me to go make you something else?"

"No, that's okay, I think I'm just gonna take a nap," I said.

He nodded, turning back to do his work. I laid down with my back to him, laying a hand on my stomach. Maybe I did imagine everything. He didn't really touch me like that, did he? No, it's just me and my pregnancy hormones. My imagination has just been put into hyperdrive ever since I got pregnant.

I could hear Frank working quietly not too far away, pages flipping and a pen scratching. If it's nothing then I really shouldn't even tell Frank. I mean, I don't want to ruin his relationship with his dad right when he's starting to make it work. There was one point where I even thought frank was cheating on me because my imagination felt so real.

Either way it left a sick feeling inside my stomach. It was like that inkling creep running up your spine and making the hair on your skin rise. I mean, I'm only sixteen years old, he's thirty-four, he's almost twenty years older than me.

"Fuck," I heard frank mumble.

I could feel Lily moving around and I smiled softly. I just couldn't wait to have these little angels out of me already. School was getting more difficult now, my back and pelvis and hips and feet hurt. I'm not able to walk for more than half an hour and I pee when I laugh.

I had already petitioned for emancipation and the lawyer said it would most likely be approved because I have a stable home, financial support and I'm still under the supervision of an adult, Linda. Maybe once I'm emancipated I can just drop out of school.

"Frank?" I asked quietly.

I turned onto my other side and looked at him.

"I-I think I might drop out of school," I said. "I'm just too pregnant to go and then next year I can take care of the babies while you're at school."

"Baby," he sighed. "You'll be able to go to school at the same time, I know it. It's hard, I know, but you're gonna finish high school and we're gonna get our degrees."

I nodded, watching him come to sit beside me. He laid his hand on my stomach gently and I smiled.

"Frankie, what are we naming the babies?" I asked.

"Cherry Blossom and Lily Bloom, you know that," he said.

"Yeah But their last names," I said.

"Oh, well, i thought it would be Iero," he said. "They would take my name because when we get married you're gonna take my name. Unless you don't want to, you might wanna keep yours or combine them."

"No, I wanna take your name," I said. "And I think it's cute, Cherry and Lily Iero."

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"That's right," he said. "Cherry and Lily Iero, our own little angels."