Rhetorical Questions

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Friday.

Graduation day.

Maybe something else day.

I told Ashton almost immediately.

I also told him that the test was expired and I might not actually be pregnant.

But, still.

It said positive.

I lay in my bed, hesitating to pack. I had to do it fast, or someone might catch me.

Our plan was to go to the doctors to confirm, and if I really was, we would drive across country so we didn't that's to confront our families.

We would tell them we were safe, but couldn't see them any longer.

Ashton and I both hated the idea of abortion. Both of our parents worked hard to have us, it would be like demolishing all the work they labored.

"Madelyn Henderson, Ashton Pence." The nurse announces.

Ashton and I old hands as we walk into the room. She talks about planned parenthood as she finds a heartbeat.

And to our not so surprise, there was one.

8 weeks along.

We were done with high school, I guess that's a plus. But we most definitely weren't done with our lives. They were just beginning, in fact.

The drive was long and sad.

Ashton tried to think of names for a boy and girl to make me feel better. And he did a good job, it did distract me. But it did not make me feel better.

Feel better about leaving my family? No way.

We both had jobs, so we had a little money to get a tiny apartment. This meant working our asses off was in the deal.

We walk in the doors and drop our bags. Dust flies everywhere as we do so. He puts his arm around my shoulder, and his other hand on my belly.

"We are gonna do this, aren't we?"

I guess that's more of a rhetorical question.

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