The sunlight was pouring through the small window, glistening over the petite girl hunched over the toilet. I held back her long brown hair so she wouldn't throw up on it. As she stood back up and I handed her a cup of tap water.

"The morning sickness is getting worse" she said to me patting her small 12 week baby bump.

"Soon" I said kissing her forehead, "it will be out of you" she reached out and ruffled my orange hair.

"I wonder what she or he will look like" she wondered curiously.

"I think they might be left with my hair, but they'll have your eyes" I said softly laughing. She giggled and rested her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you" she whispered.

"I love you too baby girl" I said stroking her hair.
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" ED!" Lacy screamed at me from the bedroom where she was having a nap. I ran up our small staircase as fast as possible. All kinds of things were running in my mind. Is she hurt? I burst into the bedroom with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked trembling.

"Do we have pickles?" She asked me completely serious.

"Damnit Lacy, you scared the shit out of me!" I told her.

"Sorry" she giggled. I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I don't think we have any pickles but I'll go to the store and get some just for you. Will you be okay by yourself?" I questioned.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Thank you" she said sweetly.

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I arrived at the Super Market. We needed milk and cheese anyways.

When I got to the till with my cheese, milk and pickles, there was a young girl standing at the till looking extremely bored. When she saw me she soon brighten up.

"Hey there" she said bating her eyelashes at me.

"Uh hey" I said awkwardly. Them I saw her take a sharpie and write her number on the pickles I was buying.

"Call me sometime" she said winking at me after she rang up all my groceries.

"Actually I'm not single" I snapped back.

"She doesn't have to know" she purred as she rubbed my shoulder.

"Actually she's carrying our baby so" I declared angrily as I swatted her hand away. I stared to walk away as I heard "there's always abortion!"

Some people are just so rude. My blood was boiling at this point. My ears felt hot and I felt like smashing a window. I started thinking about our baby. I could just imagine their precious, chubby face with sparkly hazel eyes like lacy and the unfortunate orange hair like mine. Their tiny, fat fingers wrapped around my thumb. I could almost feel warmth on my hand, like a baby holding me. I knew how hard it was going to be. Two 23 year old young adults, living in a two bed, two bath house. But in the end, I knew it was going to be worth it.