I have Charlotte follow me into the kitchen and the two of us make the biggest sandwich ever. I get down the loaf of bread and she searches the fridges pulling out ham and turkey cut straight from the deli. She finds the cheese, placing in on the counter. I go behind her and grab a tomato, the head of lettuce, sitting it on the counter. "Hey you want mayo or mustard?"

"Both...and these." She grabs the jar of pickles. "I have to admit before getting pregnant I hated pickles but now all I do is crave them. What do you crave?"

I walk over to the cabinet and pull down some hot flaming chips... "These...would you like some?"I open the bag and grab one placing it in my mouth with a smile.

"Sure I'm up for it."

"Great."

Together we set out the bread and pile up all the stuff and then I take the chips and lay them out perfectly on top of the sandwich and then add the last piece of bread to squish it all together. I look over and Charlotte eyes grow wide, shocked that I did that but then shakes her head and does the same thing. I take a huge bite and she imitates me. I watch as her eyes light up for the heat from the chips.

"I have to admit...that is pretty tasty."She says while trying to cool her mouth down making these funny faces.

We are almost done when the back door opens and in walks my mom. "Oh..." She sees Charlotte and then looks back over at me. "Hi." She says almost sounding really annoyed with her being here.

"Mom this is Charlotte...she is going to stay tonight alright."

She gives me a look. "I wish you would have asked first but alright..." then under her breathe I hear her say, "It's not like you ever ask permission anyway."Then she huffs again.

I take the hint. "Charlotte...we can go back to my room." I roll my eyes at my mother and leave the room.Once back up, I go over and sit on the bed grabbing a pillow to place in my lap. "Sorry about my mom she can be such a witch at times with a huge capital 'B' you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry...my mom can be the same way at time. At least your mom is letting you have the baby. Henley what am I going to do?"

"I wish I could tell you but it's not my place. Look if it was me I would just get rid of it I mean look at you...you are so skinny and beautiful. I bet you don't even have nasty stretch marks at the moment."

"Stretch marks....wait...what?"

I stand up and pull my shirt up to show her how pretty my stretch skin covers my belly and the deep dark purple lies cover them. "You see this...this is where my skin is stretching too much from baby Morgan inside of me. They don't go away either. They will be there forever. I mean come on what guy is going to look at me once this thing is out of me."

Her nose snarls up in disgust but then she looks up at me and says, "Henley you are still pretty you know."

"Yeah....whatever. I'm going on eight month and I'm freaking huge." I throw myself back down on the bed landing on my side, not to hurt Morgan. "Besides do you really think any guy is going to want to date a girl that has a baby...nope?"

"You know...I don't think I ever want to be with a guy again. They are such jerks you know." She sits down beside me and then lies down to face me.

"Yeah....guys can be jerks."

As we are laying there not saying anything, I reach out and touch her hand. God she is beautiful. She has the cutest little nose with a trace of light freckles going over the bridge and fading before reaching her cheeks. When she glances up at me her eyes glisten and the color looks like they are made from honey with specks of yellows mixed in with browns. I have never really looked at a girl this way but as she is stretched out in front of me, I take in her beauty. Her hair drapes perfectly past her shoulders in a mess on her arm that holds her head up off the bed. I can tell that it is probably soft as silk and a part of me wants to run my hands through her hair just to see if I am right or not. So I do...I reach over and touch the ends of her hair and I was right it's soft as silk. I get a whiff of the shampoo that she used that morning and it smells like strawberries and cream. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I ask her.

She shakes her head no.

"Me either...but something inside of me is telling me to kiss you right now."

"Oh..." Is all she says and I watch how her lips make the round shape of the 'o' and I want to kiss her more than ever right now. Just to see...to feel...to know what it is like to kiss someone like her. She doesn't make a move, matter of fact she just looks back up at me like she is thinking the same thing.I reach over and pull the few strands of hair out of her face, looping it back behind her ear. But then my hand traces down her cheek, towards her lips. Her skin so soft, nothing like mine these days. I let my hand rest right under her jaw line and then I lean into her. I look up into her eyes before letting my lips touch her adorable cute smile. And just like that...I kissed a girl for the first time. I lean back and then get up. "I'm sorry...I so did not mean to do that."

"It's fine...really. I...I...never thought about kissing a girl before but really it's fine."

"No it's not. You come here for my help...not to have me kiss you like that. Really I am sorry it's just you are so pretty you know." I pace the floor a few times before she stands in my way.

"Henley...it was just a harmless kiss. Seriously don't worry about it."

I look up at her honey golden eyes and that's all it took. I take both hands and touch her face, bringing her into me and I really kiss her this time. And she kisses me back. I let my hands glide into her hair and she touches around my sides as if to hug me...but my stomach is in the way. Shit what am I doing...I can't do this. I pull away and walk over to look out the window."Charlotte...maybe you shouldn't stay here after all."

"Please...just for tonight. Look I will sleep on the floor if you want."

"No...I can't let you do that. Fine you can sleep in the bed with me. I promise I won't touch you again."

"Henley...I have never been into girls...but..."

"But...nothing...you are right...look it was just a kiss nothing more alright."

"Alright."

That night we lay beside each other. Both of us are looking up at the ceiling. It takes everything in me not to roll over and hold her in my arms. Wait what am I saying...that I like her...that I like a girl. How can that be when I have always been with boys? I can't like both...can I?I glance over at her and she is still looking up into nothingness.

I wonder what she is thinking and then out of the blue she says, "Will you go with me Friday...for the appointment...I don't want to do this alone."

"Are you sure that is what you want to do?"She nods her head and I watch as one lonely tear rolls down her cheek. "Ok...then I will go with you."Sometime in the night, I roll over and find myself pulling her into me and I hold her the rest of the night.