It took a while for Eliza to calm her nerves. I waited patiently on the couch beside her.
         "What will your mother think of me now?" Abby, and her father were outside of the house, on their patio, giving Eliza and I some alone time.
          Taking this to our advantage Eliza broke the silence reluctantly. Her fear killed her voice viciously, as she stuttered. Looking at me in hopes of comfort.
            I wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders and reeled her in. "She'll still love you, like I love you. And we're going to love, and support both of you. Whether it be a boy or a girl. It'll be beautiful, our family."
        "I'm not going back home. I-I can't, my mother will make me kill it. I don't want to kill it Grant, I'm scared, but it is mine.
          A life that I've created so stupidly. I'm so foolish. How could I actually believe that a man like Taron could ever love me.
     He's older, he's well educated, he's poor. I didn't care about any of that, I just loved him with all of my heart.
    Blindly.
       Never fall in love blindly. But who am I to give you advice about falling in love, when I don't even know what I'm talking about.
     It just happens Grant. You tell yourself, okay, he's a cute guy. He's nice, and is very good at sweet talking. He's intriguing, and all around perfect. And you say, we're not getting our feelings involved.
        No heart, we are not falling in love. And before you know it...you're pregnant, with your heart bloody and shattered in your hands. Not knowing what the hell to   do next.
         Lost and confused. And when break is    over, I have to return to the very same place I lost my mind, my heart, my innocence. And stare at the man who I willingly gave everything to.
        Who burned it in hellfire so carelessly. I   cannot hide this child Grant. How can I hide it from him?
          He'll know. He'll know it's his. Everyone will shame me. What am I going to do?" Clinging to me, she clutched onto my sweater feverishly. Smoothing her hair away, I kissed her head.
        "Don't worry about them shaming you Eliza. Don't worry about Taron, worry about the life you've got inside you. Stress isn't good for it. We'll figure all of this out in due time. Alright?"
      Looking up to me with trusting eyes, I smiled, to reassure her that I'm the one person she can always count on. Laughing as her tears fell, she swiped them away, "Okay, we're going to be okay, all three of us. Our family."
       Waltzing in with a backpack on her shoulders she was beaming with joy. "Okay guys, are you ready to go? We've got one more stop, and we're off to get some research. You guys want me to bring any snacks?"
         Immediately catching each other's glances, our smiles grew wider, joining together as if one answer wasn't enough, we shook up Abby with our excitement. "Of course we want snacks!"