At the moment everything seems blissful, there is a cute baby running towards me, there are several sets of babies around me, Dylan is in the background buying ice cream while several screams make up for the background music. Wait, what?

I wake up startled and hear my parents arguing, they are getting closer and closer to my room so I crawl under the covers hoping they think I'm asleep. They open my door in a very abrupt manner causing the pictures on the wall to shake a little. I close my eyes tighter and wait for it to be over. I get colder than I was, I shrink and try to pull the comforter. Wait, the comforter has been pulled off. I have no choice but to give up and open my eyes. I sit up in bed and my mom is crying, while my dad is standing firm at the foot of my bed with his arms crossed.

"You're leaving the house," says while I freeze for a moment, my mother lets out a sob and a choked cry comes out of my throat, I wait for him to tell me it's a joke but as the seconds pass I realize he won't take back what he said. "You were old enough to get pregnant, weren't you? Well, be old enough to fend for yourself"

"And where will I go?," I finally managed to utter. I felt smaller and smaller, helpless and overwhelmed, my father made his decision too fast to be true. 

"I don't know. You will get nothing from us but your studies. Your food, house and so on are on your own. I recommend you look for a job at the newspaper," he didn't hesitate, he was very serious, which frightened me, knowing my dad I don't have more than a few minutes left in this house. I find it rather curious that despite my protests about a decent life for the baby, his best choice has been to take me out of my home under the premise that he will continue to give me an education because, of course, I will have all the time in the world to continue studying. 

"You mean I'm going to study, work and support a baby at the same time? That's very unfair," I start complaining trying to buy time and at the same time soften his heart a little.

"No, it's not unfair at all," he was surprisingly calm. "Unfair what you did to us," he turns around and starts walking towards the door, turning to me for his last words. "I want you out before two o'clock. Take your clothes if you want, after all they won't fit you for a couple of months". The audacity. They leave my room and I stay in shock for a while until I regain my composure and get into the bath getting ready for the first day of the rest of my life.

I walk to the drugstore hoping to find the girl whose name I don't know yet. I arrive and open the door and upon seeing me, the girl gives me a smile. She runs to me and melts me in a warm embrace, I return the gesture by shedding some tears on her clothes.

"Hormones?," she asks and I don't know whether to laugh or continue crying. I shake my head and wait to calm down before I continue talking. "So?" She waits impatiently for my answer.

"I got kicked out of my house," I sigh. "At the moment I have nowhere to go, I have to look for a job and a home and see how I'll be able to go to school and all that," I wipe my tears and smile a little. "But I'll have time to think about it... I guess the hormone blackmail didn't work this time," I try to joke.

"Wait, you could live with me. I live alone in a small house, but there's enough room for a girl and a baby on the way, "the happiness is noticeable on my face and in an impulse I hug her. "By the way, my name is Megara". 

"Allison" I answer back.

Going to live with her apparently gave her enough confidence to almost force me to go to the mall to "feed me properly" since we went out and she stopped the first cab that appeared and gave her orders of where to take us, it was overwhelming but seeing her happy helped to lift my spirits. Once in the square she takes me to her favorite restaurant, it doesn't look like a place I frequent but I'm hungry and I don't think I'm in a position to complain.

"I want a vegetable soup, a potato soup, a steak with salad, flour and corn tortillas, an orange juice, whole wheat bread, cheese cubes, nuts, a plate with rice, french fries and.... A chocolate milkshake with skim milk. Please," I close the menu and give it to the waitress, who looks at me, probably very surprised by the food I just ordered.

A few minutes later the waitress returns with our food on trays, leaving the rest of my food on a small table next to our cabinet. I start to eat without any fear until I hear a familiar voice calling me. I turn around regretting it as I do so. And there he is, my not so favourite white guy standing by the door with that stupid smile on his face. 

"Wow, that's really too much food," I give him a dirty look and return my gaze to the plate of food. Are you going to eat all that by yourself?" I turn to Meg who is just moving her lips asking if he is the baby's father, I nod my head and she couldn't help but examine him from head to toe. "It's good to see you. You've been out of school for a while and I was wondering if you were okay, I went to your house but your parents told me.... -I interrupt him because I know what he will say. But before I continue, I am intrigued to know his early concern for my health, "I'm having a baby, my friend, and it's probably yours, are you still worried about me?

"That I don't live with them anymore, it's true," I take a sip of my juice and put the glass back on the table. I wait for him to say something else but Meg steps forward, which makes me drop the cutlery making too much noise. Fortunately Dylan didn't manage to understand what she said. I plead with my eyes for him not to say anything but he doesn't care what I do and ends up doing it.

"She's pregnant, bud," I lean my head on the palm of my hand fiddling with the food on my plate, I didn't want to look at him, he doesn't know I'm pregnant with him, and I honestly don't want him to know.

"Really? Oh, wow... Y... And it's mine, am I wrong? -his sudden comment makes me turn to look at him, he blushes immediately and I just nod my head. He walks over to the table and sits down next to me. "Where are you living?" he asks me with a bit of concern. I explain that I'm living with Meg and that I'm looking for a job at the moment. "There's no way I'm gonna let you continue like that, you have to live with me. I have a house near the school, we can live there for a while while we get a more decent one. I can also look for a job to help us with the expenses and...".

"Cut the crap, you are actually planning on taking care of this baby, just like that? Do you really believe me?". I asked incredulously.

"Of course I believe you, before you were with me you were more virgin than extra virgin olive oil," he laughs at her own joke. "Besides, when we met the next day here at the mall you blushed when I brought it up so there's no way you can contradict me. Or am I wrong?" I decide not to answer him because in effect, everything he said is true. "So... Do you accept?"

I am not even in a position to think clearly, until a moment ago I had no one to watch over me besides Meg and now it turns out that this being wants to take over the growing thing in my belly, that doesn't make much sense to me and he knows it, clearly that's why he does it. I know what you're thinking, "her life is getting so easy, she's literally being given solutions for everything," but believe me when I tell you it gets worse.