Pressing her chin into her scarf, Kith hopped out of the car and shut the door, mentally preparing herself for another day of school. The sun was out, but it was basically a joke. There was no warmth whatsoever outside. Looking both ways before she crossed, she noticed Cameron a few inches from her. Thinking he was just looking at something that reminded him of his high school experience, she started her walk, quickly putting one foot in front of the other. Looking over, she noticed him walking right towards the school.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Going inside with you," he answered, plunging his hands into his pockets.

"What about your classes?"

"I can get my friends to take notes. I'll copy them later," he flashed a brief smile and then jerked his head towards the doors. "We goin' in?"

"You don't have to come inside," she said quietly, shifting from foot to foot. Her lower back was starting to hurt a little from standing in place for so long.

Shrugging, Cameron started walking again, prompting her to follow him. Standing next to her at her locker, he chewed gum and smirked at the number of girls looking at him and then looking at her. No one was going to say anything though.

He wanted to make it more obvious that he was with her, but she had that thing about not being touched. So he stood as close to her as he possibly could without her really noticing. She smelled like apples.

"Take off your hat, please," someone said. Scrutinizing the individual, Cameron assumed he was one of the security guards.

"I don't go here," he said easily, following Kith down the hall. As expected, the security guard did absolutely nothing.

"You're laying it on thick, aren't you?" She said over her shoulder.

"What?" Weaving in between people, he walked a little faster to catch up.

"That accent," she responded.

"What accent?"

"The fake Australian accent you do," she smiled a noticeable smile and kept going before turning the corner.

"No one else knows that," he said smartly, popping a bubble. It was actually pretty warm inside. He could recall air-conditioning flowing freely throughout the building in the dead of winter. "You don't like guys from Australia?"

She just rolled her eyes.

Mocking offense, he put his hand over his heart and made a face at her. She was so pretty when she smiled. "Gimme your books," he extended his hands.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're a girl," he answered.

Moving over to the side, she turned around and made a face back at him. "And?"

Pretending to think, he faked an aha-moment. "Oh yeah!" he smiled widely. "You're pregnant."

Rolling her eyes, she handed him her books, and then started walking again. Three girls glanced over at him, and then averted their eyes once they realized he was looking back at them.

Turning into a classroom, Kith walked to her desk, set her backpack down, and slid into the desk with considerable effort. It looked like she couldn't breathe. "They don't have bigger ones?" he set her books down on top of the desk.

"This is fine," she dug through her backpack. "I need to worry about when I'm bigger."

Snagging an empty desk in the back, Cameron ignored the questioning looks of the kids faces and texted on his phone. When the bell finally rang, he kept playing games and checking his profile. He glanced up momentarily just as the teacher ran her eyes over the class. Adjusting her glasses, she stared right at him.

"Oh, we have a visitor," she sounded confused. Everyone turned around and looked at him as if controlled by invisible wires.

"Oh, yeah," he half-waved.

"Are you... a new student?" she asked with the same level of uncertainty. Flipping through folders, she glanced through them. "I wasn't told I'd have a new student."

"No," he said blandly, leaning back so he could stretch his legs. Collegiate desks were so much more comfortable. If it wasn't for Kith, he would've left. Both of his legs were completely numb, and he'd been bored before even sitting down. "I'm with her." Did he really look like he still went to high school? The thought turned him off completely.

"Who?" The teacher looked up.

"Her," he repeated, pointing at Kith's seat indignantly. "Lawson." Bringing his hands behind his head, he stretched. "I'm her guy, so..." Content now that his back wasn't as tight, he returned to playing games on his phone. Mentally, he dared someone to say something negative to her with him present.

The rest of the day went smoothly. He fell asleep a lot, the first time he could actually do so without receiving some sort of punishment. Going through the halls and from classroom to classroom, he didn't hear anything pertaining to a pregnant girl. If anyone had anything to say, they had the good sense to whisper it, or keep it to themselves.

"We have to go, fast," Kith was nearly running to the truck.

"Why?"

"I just remembered that my appointment's today," she answered. Cameron unlocked the doors with his remote so she could get in.

"When is it?" he slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Four-fifteen."

"Oh, don't worry," he said easily, unperturbed. It was only a little after three. They had their hour drive, and then... he didn't even know where her appointments were. She'd always gone by herself. "I've got this." Biting her nails, Kith stared at the clock, too, and then peered out the window. "Where is the place anyway?"

"The hospital that's, like, twenty minutes from campus."

"I got this," he repeated, speeding up. He wasn't going to let her be late to her doctor's appointment. If he drove fast enough, he could shave ten minutes off their interstate travel. And instead of going to the house, he would just keep driving to the hospital. He'd never been inside, but he'd heard it was really nice. All the major injuries that couldn't be handled at their little campus medical center were tended to there. It was really expensive though.

"Hey, uh... I don't want to sound like an asshole, and I know it's none of my business, but I know what hospital you're talking about. And it's... I've heard that it costs a lot."

"They have a thing for teen moms," she mumbled, toying with the frayed edges of her sleeve.

"Oh." Silently, he swore at himself for even bringing it up. Deciding that it was best not to say anything else, he just drove.

They made it to the hospital with five minutes to spare. "Do you want me to wait here, or...?" Without any idea of how long it would take, he didn't want to just wait in the car. He was like a young child, or a puppy. He couldn't be left in a car for an extended period of time alone.

"I guess you can come inside," she answered, grabbing her purse. It wasn't the most enthusiastic invitation he'd ever received, but he was going to accept it anyways. Following her, he walked through the automatic double doors and was immediately overcome with the smell of bleach. Everything was glossy and white.

Passing the receptionist desk, Kith marched towards the elevators. Staring around like a hermit who'd just left his cave, Cameron examined every button and object. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a hospital.

There were three other people in the lobby when they walked in, all seated, all quiet. They were also all women; more specifically, pregnant women, all in various stages. The light blue, plastic chairs were attached to the wall, and in the center of them was a table with old magazines. Another lady in purple scrubs sat behind the desk, alternately glancing at them and a miniature TV behind the counter.

Feeling slightly out of place, he sat down off to the side, away from the expectant moms. Kith came over, sat down, and immediately started filling out paperwork. Every magazine on the table was about parenthood. Inadvertently, he sighed.

"What?" Kith glanced over.

"Nothing."

"You were the one who wanted to come inside."

"I know," he said instantly, agreeing with her. She sounded angry. "Where are the babies?"

"What?"

"Where are the babies?" he repeated. If all these pregnant women were here, there were supposed to be babies. Watching new infants from the protection of a glass window was far more entertaining than sitting in another uncomfortable chair.

"Babies are in the maternity ward," she answered.

"Isn't that what this is?"

Kith looked at him like he was stupid. "No," she said finally. "The maternity ward is two floors up. This is the floor with obstetricians and gynecologists."

"Ugh," he recoiled unintentionally.

"What?" she made another face. Secretly, he felt that she regretted allowing him to come inside with her.

"Nothing, sorry," he lied. The word 'gynecologist' made some unsavory images pop into his head from a health video they watched in high school of an actual birth.

The large TV meant for visitors displayed some news anchor talking about some story involving the latest winter fashions. Folding his hands, he tapped his feet against the gleaming tiles. It was weird being the only guy in the group. That had never happened, ever. Normally, he wouldn't have complained. But they were married - or so he assumed- and pregnant. That was far different than being surrounded by sorority girls.

Kith's name was called. As she slowly ascended from her chair, he shifted back and forth. If she left, he would be all by himself.

"Can I come with you?" he blurted out. It wasn't supposed to sound like a frantic plea, but that was how the question came from his mouth.

Adjusting the strap of her purse, she stared at him quizzically. "I guess." Again, she didn't sound that excited to have him accompany her. Without waiting, he followed her as she walked behind the nurse down another long hallway. Every single door was closed. Even though she said that the babies were two floors up, he still looked for them. A middle-aged woman in a white lab jacket smiled from a rolling stool as they entered.

A short, white machine with a screen sat idly in the corner. There was also a bed with that annoying, crinkly white paper lining it. The room smelled like lemons, and the blinds were raised to allow maximum light inside. It was actually really nice for a hospital room. Kith eased up on the table and lay back after exchanging greetings and information with the doctor.

"And I'm sorry, you are?" the woman shifted her eyes from her clipboard to his face.

"Cameron," he introduced himself, smiling a little at the end.

"Are you the father?" she asked slowly. The question was justified. Having never seen him before, she didn't know.

"N-" Kith started.

"Yes," he said before he had time to process the entire question. Lifting her head up, Kith shot him a look while resting on her elbows. He didn't know what had made him say it. And it didn't really matter. After you say yes to a question like that, you can't correct yourself and say no. "I know I've missed a lot. I've just been so busy with school."

"Are you also a senior?"

"I'm a sophomore in college," he corrected. "The one that's, like, twenty minutes from here."

"Oh," the doctor's face brightened considerably. "That's a good school. My son goes there."

"Great school," he echoed.

"What made you choose a school so far from home?" she inquired while putting on latex gloves. He could feel Kith rolling her eyes. The snap the gloves made while closing around her wrists brought a slight frown to his face, a frown he corrected once she looked at him, still smiling.

"I'm not actually from Australia," he explained. "I've just been doing the accent for a long time."

"Oh, you're good," she complimented. "Alright, Kith. Let's see how you're doing." Adjusting the height of her rolling chair, she lifted Kith's shirt up, exposing the hill that was her stomach. Cameron couldn't help but stare at it. From a tube came some goopy, gel-like liquid that she smeared all over her stomach. "Could you grab the lights for me?"

"Uh, yeah," tearing his eyes from her bare skin, he hopped up and flipped off the lights.

"And those blinds," the doctor pointed with a finger not covered with what looked like lube. "Close them a bit, please."

Cameron did as instructed and sat back down. The blankness of the screen on the white machine was replaced with a black and white image of a kid. Or what he thought was a kid.

It looked like a deformed avocado.

Awed, he inched closer and stared at the screen. The doctor moved the hand tool around on Kith's stomach, pointing out different things; There was a head, arms, legs, everything to make up a baby. Everything around him faded to black; there was nothing outside of the screen. It was real life, on a monitor.

"Your son's heartbeat looks normal," she commented.

"It's a boy?" he returned to the room. Glancing between Kith and the doctor, he looked for some sort of verification. He'd heard the word son.

"Yeah," the doctor nodded.

"Yes!" he said a little loudly. "This is awesome!"

"Men always want boys," she commented.

"Why didn't you tell me it's a boy?" Cameron's eyes widened, now staring between the ultrasound and Kith.

"I... wanted to surprise you?" she pieced together.

"Oh, oops," the doctor commented, roaming the transducer around again. Cameron couldn't take his eyes off the size of the kid's head. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Boy. Kith was having a boy. Having a girl would've been cool, too, but not as fun as having a boy. Kith and the doctor started talking again, probably about her next visit. Cameron was too distracted that she was bringing some testosterone into the world. That was way more exciting than any of his drinking victories.

D'awww. Cam already is in love with Kith's baby.