Nate
I was sitting in the living room watching Teen Wolf when Brittney walked in.
“How as your nap,” I asked her as she came to sit by me.
“Short, but pretty good,” she answered around a yawn.
“Well that’s good,” I told her. “Do you feel like going and hanging out with
Nick, Sarah, Kate, and Christian?”
“Maybe in like an hour,” she said.
“Okay,” I replied. “Are you hungry or thirsty?”
“No, not really,” Brittney shrugged, and lied her head on my shoulder. “Nate,
I’m sorry for snapping at you all the time. I just don’t know what comes over me,
I just...” She trailed off, and then started crying.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I told her. “Don’t feel bad about it because I know that all of
this is very stressful. That is why I try not to take hurtful things that you tell me,
including when you snap at me, to heart.”
“Nate, how can you not get hurt by me snapping at you,” she asked me.
“Because deep down I know that you still love me,” I answered.
“I snap at you and say too many mean things to you all the time. Even though
you know how much I love you, I still don’t see how you can so easily forgive
me.”
“Oh well,” I said. “I love you too much to get too mad at you.”
She went to protest, but before she could I kissed her lips.
“Nate,” Brittney said.
“Brittney, look I love you and I’ll always love you,” I told her. “Stop worrying
about hurting me whenever you snap at me, please. I love you enough to
understand that you are under a lot of stress. You’re probably trying to decide
if keeping the baby is the best choice for both it and us. Believe me, if anyone
can make it work, we can. I guess what I am trying to say is stop worrying
about that. Come on, if I’m right you need nothing else until you hang out with
your friends and be a teenager for a while.”
“Nate, we can’t,” she protested. “I want to tell my parents I’m pregnant first.”
“Well, do you want to wait until dinner or just go and tell them?”
“Let’s just go,” she said.
“I’ll get my mom to take us,” I told her.
“No, we’ll just run after we tell them if we have to,” she replied. “Come on, let’s
go.”
“I’ll just go tell my mom that we’re going to go hang out with Christian and
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