I was 18 and had everything I could want. But one night, it all was gone.
There I was pacing back and forth in his bathroom waiting for my results. Two weeks had pasted since I should have had my period, but of coarse I didn’t. As I looked down at the pregnancy test I saw the plus sign. I quickly shoved it in the bottom of the garbage bag and ran into my bedroom.
“What am I going to do,” I thought out loud, “Well I got 2 options, either I tell him or I leave tonight.” I thought about my options for about an hour, and decided it was best that I just left. So I packed all but one outfit and a pair of PJs and threw it in the back of my car and parked my car up the road so I wouldn’t wake anybody when I left. All that was left to do was to wait.
Around midnight is when I got up to leave. I grabbed the outfit I left in the house and headed to the bathroom to change. After changing I went back into the room and kissed him one last time. I grabbed my purse on the way out of the bedroom and walk toward the front door. Then from behind me I heard someone call my name, I turned around to see his mother standing there looking worried and confused.
“Where are you going,” she questioned
“I’m not sure but I have to go,” I answered
“Because I’m pregnant and I don’t think I should stay. You can’t tell anyone, especially him, he can not find out. Make sure he knows I love him.”
“Don’t worry I wont tell any one and I will make sure he knows.”
“Thank you. I have to go goodbye.” And with that I left.
I drove to the nearest ATM. I had $300,000 saved from the last 3 years. I took it all out and shoved it in my purse.
I drove the rest of the night and made it to Virginia. I called his mom first to let her know everything was fine and ask how he was doing. She told me that he was fine, just upset and worried about me. She also said he told her if she ever talked to me to tell me to come back home or else he was gonna find me and bring me home. I said goodbye again and hung up the phone.
I stopped at McDonalds for some food, when my phone went off. It was him. I didn’t answer and he left a voice mail asking me to come back home. After deleting the message, I called my great grandma who lived in Florida and explained my situation. She said I could come and stay with her as long as I wanted.
After a couple of days of driving, I finally made it. I pulled into the driveway of her huge house and a guy in a black suit greeted me and helped me take my bags inside. The room I stayed in was pink and it had a view of the ocean. I unpacked everything and laid down for a nap. I awoke to my phone going off. It was him. This time I answered with a hello. Making sure it was me, he continued on telling me he loved me, he misses me and that I needed to come back home. I explained to him that I was too far way to come back, without telling him where I was, and that I will always love him no matter what. I hung up the phone.
1 week pasted and I got a called from his mother. He found the pregnancy test and now knew why I left. I held back tears as I hung up the phone. 1 month had pasted and I had 8 months to go and I was all alone.
1 year later
I have a 4 month old beautiful babygirl named Lizabeth. She had dark blond hair and bright blue eyes like the ocean.
I was making my way back home to confess everything, even though he already knew. When I got there his mother was waiting. Now we both had to wait another hour until he came home.
When he walked in the door, his mom was cooking in the kitchen and I was talking to her holding Lizabeth. He paused when he saw us, and then continued to his room. I gave Lizabeth to his mom and followed after him.
“What are you doing back here,” he asked
“Because I made a mistake a little over a year ago and that was leaving you because I was afraid to tell you,” I responded back, “But I can’t do this on my own. She needs her father and so do I. I can’t live without you and I’m hoping you’ll forgive me and we can try and make this work.”
“Of course I forgive you. I love you and I’ve missed you so much.” He got up walked over to me and kissed me.
For the first time in over a year, every thing was perfect again. I had him, my little girl and my family back and I couldn’t have asked for anything else. We got married shortly after that. We spent the rest of our lives together, very happy, and raised a beautiful little girl into a grown woman. I wouldn’t have traded her for anything else in the world. I still love him with all my heart and he loves me. I am now old and growing sick and him and Lizabeth stay by my side and pray I’ll get better, but I can tell the end is near. My life is complete and even though I know it will hurt them when I pass away, I know I see them again one day.