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Lets Just Take it One Baby Step at a Time

One Step Forward Two Steps Back

“Shit.” I muttered to myself pacing across the bathroom floor. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sixteen. I have my entire future open for great things. Well at least I did. I can’t tell him, he’ll flip. But I should tell him. Oh I really can’t. I thought to myself until he interrupted my thoughts.

“Hey you okay?” he walked into my bathroom and leaned against the sink. I prayed he wouldn’t turn aroundsince I had accidently left the pregnancy test on the counter.

“Never been better!” I chirped ushering him out of the bathroom as quickly as I could.

“Now that’s a lie. I know when you’re upset. What’s wrong baby?” he asked rubbing his hands up and down my arms. I closed my eyes fearing they would tell him everything.

“Really I am fine. I just don’t feel well today.” I answered trying to push him out of the bathroom.

“What is that?” he asked pointing towards the counter. I sighed and started walking out of the bathroom pulling him with me.

“Probably garbage. I’ll go clean it up!” I ran back into the bathroom with Kris on my heels. Sadly he got to the counter first, damn them hockey players and their quickness. He picked it up and his face fell. I stood next to him and he still didn’t speak. It was deadly quiet in the little bathroom.

“Kris… say something please.” I asked turning his head to face me. He threw the test in the garbage basket and walked out towards my room and laid on my bed. He patted the side of the bed next to him and I crawledin, nestling my head on his chest. We laid there in silence for what seemed like eternity before he spoke.

“Why were you hiding it?” he turned his head towards mine and stared in my eyes. I nearly melted on the spot. Kris has that affect on me and I hope it never ever goes away.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it. I just was trying to figure out how to tell you.”

“Well couldn’t you have been just like hey Kris I’m pregnant. Doesn’t that sound easy enough?”

“I’m a girl. We don’t think like that. I was just scared to say it. Just everything about this is scary. I’m only sixteen. I can’t have a kid!” I cried into his shoulder. He rubbed circles on my back whispering in my ear how everything was going to be okay, and I really hope it would.

One year later.

“I can’t do this anymore!” Kris shouted getting up from the couch and walking towards the door.

“Will you be quiet! I just put Dakota and Ryan to bed!” I whispered yelled following him towards the door.

“Everything is always about the kids!” he shouted putting his jacket on.

“They are three months old! They can’t do anything by themselves. We are there parents it’s our responsibility to take care of them.”

“Now its just yours.” He threw his wedding band on the table before storming out of the house. I heard his car turn on and skid out of the driveway.

I made my way over to the couch and collapsed on it crying. He really did leave me. The past three months have been the months of hell. He was always away at hockey practice or hanging out with his friends while I stayed home carrying for Dakota and Ryan.

What did he expect? That I’d have my mom care for them the entire time? It was our mistake. But now I was paying for it. Big time.


Hi everyone! This was posted on Mibba but I figured since I am currently writing a sequel I would post the story over here. I hope you enjoy it!


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