Chapter 12

Its the day after Christmas and I am on the Phone with Rori in Zach and I's room and Zach is in the living room playing video games. "So how was Christmas with the Herron family?"

"Amazing, Myta and Josh were so understanding about this whole situation, Ryan and Reese are adorable," I guch happily.

"Thats good, I don't know how I would feel about this if I was Myta or Josh," Rori says agreeing with what I said the day before.

"I know I thought the same but yesterday I talked to Myta about it and she said 'she would disaprove if it was anyone else but zach and I are soulmates'" I say quoting her from yesterday.

"That seems like a lot of pressure," Rori laughs.

"A little yeah," I say in a breathy voice.

Rori laughs before saying, "fuck".

"What? What happened? Are you ok?" I ask laughing a little because I am an amazing friend.

"Oh nothing I just have really bad cramps," She complains lightly.

Cramp? Shit.

"Hey Rori, I'm sorry I've got to go," I rush before hanging up.

As I'm hanging up Zach walks halfway into the room, leaning against the doorway "Hey princess".

I move to sit at the edge of the bed, "Baby, I'm late".

"Late? oh late. Um how late?" he asks nervously.

"Two months, I think. I'm sorry, I should have figured it out earlier, I'm really bad at keeping track of my period, and... I'm sorry".

"Hey, hey, it's ok. No matter what everything is going to be ok," he assures.

"Ok," I cry lightly into his chest.

"Do you want to go get a test?" he asks gentally.

"Sure," I say getting up.

On the way to the corner store I called and made an appointment with a obstetrician near Zach and I's place. "I made an appointment for 3:30," I tell him trying not to think about what the appointment is about.

"Ok," he says quietly, grabbing my hand on my lap.

It's silent for a few minutes, and tears started to silently fall, "I'm sorry," I almost whisper.

"Princess it is not your fault you were on birth control, it failed, it's not your fault," he says squeezing my hand.

I stayed quite and didn't say another word til we arrived back at the house and the test was taken.

"Zach what are we going to do?" I almost yell walking out of the bathroom.

"I don't know but I do know that whatever it says we can do it," he says knowing it'll come back positive.

"We are so young, you have the band, and I want graduate high school, I want to go to college," I cry.

"Ok...". He pauses before saying, "how about before we look, before we know for sure, we make a plan. A rough draft," he suggests.

"Ok," I say. He grabs the test and puts it on our dresser, before grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the bed.

"Do you want to keep him or her? Or do you want to give him up for adoption?"

"I mean I kinda want to keep it, it's just we are so young and... what do you want to do?"

"I know we are young but I want to keep it," he tells me.

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that for me?" I ask nervously.

"Yes I am sure," he says pulling me closer.

"Ok well what are we going to do?"

"Um, you want to go to college right?" I nodded.

"I can do it online though so I can watch the baby," I suggest.

"Are you sure? Online school can be hard," he asks in a concerned voice.

"Yes, I want to be around for the baby," I say happily.

"Ok, what do you want to major in?"

"Well I've always been interested in psychology," I say quietly.

"Psychology?"

"Yeah," I say shyly.

"Ok," he says and I can feel him smile against my shoulder. "So by the time the baby is four you will have graduated and he or she can go to preschool and you can start working if that's what you want? and obviously whenever I am not working I will watch the baby. You guys can join us on tour whenever you want," he says sounding happy.

"It sounds perfect," I say blissfully.

It's quite for a few seconds before Zach asks, "should we check?"

"I guess," I say but neither of us make a move to get up.

"We are going to get up but before we do let's be happy about what it says," Zach tells me.

"Let's be happy," I repeat before we crawl off the bed and walk to the face down test on the dresser.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say before flipping it over. "It's positive," I whisper. I look up at him and see a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm happy," he whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine.

"I'm happy," I repeat honestly.