"Allison, not everyone takes care of a baby you should know that," Meg has been telling me for at least three hours since we got home that I should take Dylan's offer. He was pretty straightforward and it really seems like he wants to take care of it, I just don't want to be a burden to anyone, I want to stand on my own two feet and... As if, I really need a superhero or a million dollar baby or any kind of miracle. "Come on Allison, see what he's offering you, what more do you want?"

"I want a good life for my baby. We don't know his true intentions, we don't know if he really plans to help me or if he just wants..." She interrupts me before I can continue.

"To help you? To take responsibility, perhaps?" To tell you the truth, he treats me like a little girl, but I don't know if I should really have that much faith in him.

"What guarantees that he will? Or what will be different with both of us? I'm afraid of trusting him and that in the end I'll be left out on the street because he fell in love with the right person. Let's be honest, Meg, we are both kiddos, we deserve better than starting our parenthood trip at 18" I sit on the edge of the bed and start playing with Meg's little cat. A fat Siamese cat who has been by my friend's side since she was 12 years old. He looked at me with her little blue eyes wanting to tell me that her owner was right.

"Allie, if what he says is true, I swear to God, you'll see him from the start, and when you do, there's no going back with the two of you. Besides, I'm sure you're his right person," she smiles at me and with that I start to have a glimmer of hope, but new thoughts invade my mind and I start asking more questions.

"I don't know Meg, for the same reason that no one takes care of a baby I'm not sure if things are serious. If I want a father for my child I want someone who is committed to both of us," a long sigh escapes from between my lips. "Besides, we are not married by any means, he has the right to pursue his love life with whomever he pleases, and for how sensitive I can be at the moment, it won't be something I will bear easily," the cat escapes from between my hands and goes to take refuge at home, with a sigh I drop my hands on the bed.

"You have a father, and better yet, his biological father. I honestly feel like you're reading too much into it, I've never seen someone so committed to taking care of a baby, and he really seems to want to do it. Listen, go with him for at least a week, if you don't think things will end well, you can come back to me. But please give it a try," maybe he's right and I should try, I'm not wasting anything but time. I don't know how he will act, I'm supposed to go back to class, I don't know how I will act, what will they say about me, what will they think I did, why will they see it wrong? Worse yet, since when do I care what that bunch of useless people think about me? Ultimately I need to do something since I can't have an abortion. 

Maybe the best thing I can do is to accept it.

I walk into what will be my new home for a couple of months, in one hand I carry my bag and with the other I hold my jacket. His house is very tender and cozy, inside the walls are cream colored and he has some pictures of well-known artists hanging on the walls. In the living room there is a nice set of brown sofas and a round glass table. It also smells of lavender and freshly laundered clothes. I wonder if he took the time to prepare that. Dylan enters through the door with my suitcase, guides me through the house until I get to a huge room with a pretty big bed in the middle, a sofa in one corner, a dressing room, a huge bathroom with a tub, a dresser and a big mirror hanging on the wall. It all looks dreamy. 

He is taking too much trouble with me and although I appreciate it I am slightly disturbed that he begins to take my clothes to put them in the drawers while I look out from the huge balcony that overlooks a part of the forest, I turn and he is just taking my underwear, I run taking it out of his hands, I tell him that I will continue with that part of the clothes, to which he responds with a smirk.

Before preparing dinner he makes sure I know every corner of the house, it seems the bedroom is the biggest thing of all, at the end of the hallway on the second floor, there is a door he never showed me, I don't want to think he has a Christian Grey type red four because that would be really disturbing. Curiosity gets the better of me and I dare to ask him what that place is. His answer doesn't help me much, he just said "you'll see when it's time", I think it made me even more suspicious.

He prepared dinner and we sat down to eat in deep silence. I'm supposed to be scared or intimidated. I mean, even the smartest girls lose their brains over any jerk. Although maybe behind that swaggering personality that doesn't fit him, there's someone pretty cute. I watch him for a few seconds as he puts a mouthful in his mouth. I keep looking at him until he looks up and upon seeing what I'm doing, he gives me a small smile that makes me roll my eyes. I didn't expect any other reaction. However, I find myself smiling back. I immediately bring the glass of water to my lips, hiding any trace of a grimace that might have been noticed.

After collecting the dishes, we go to the room. When I first arrived I hadn't paid much attention to my surroundings, but now I wonder if it was all orchestrated to once again end up in his bed.

"I'll sleep on the couch, if you don't mind," I start to walk towards the couch when he puts a hand on my arm and pulls me a little.

"I'm not the pregnant one. Well yes, but not in the physical sense, you'll sleep on the bed," I ask him where he'll sleep, and he seems to think about it for a moment before answering. "On the couch, or if you want I can sleep with you," in front of my repulsed face he starts laughing and then clarifies. "Not in that way, dummy," despite his clarifications, I insist that at least tonight I would prefer to sleep alone.

When I feel a very good smell in my nostrils, I wake up suddenly, I look around and the other end of the bed is unmade. He better be praying by now. I run downstairs and when I get to the kitchen I see him with his back turned preparing something on the stove. He is wearing his pajama pants and is shirtless. Why would anyone stand so close to the stove without a shirt on? Has he never burned himself on the oil? Or has he never stuck his belly to the point of burning himself on the pan? Terrible service. 

"I see you're awake," he smiles and hands me a plate of food. I guess you came to complain to me because the bed is unmade on both sides, just let me make it clear that you, pregnant lady, move around a lot at night. Any mess is caused by you," I bring my hands to my waist and look at him without a hint of amusement. He laughingly approaches me and grabs me by the waist, thanks to the height difference he has to bend his head down a little to look me in the eyes, he starts to slowly approach me and I start to get upset, I let go throwing little hands and turn around taking my plate of food to the table. I don't know what's going through his mind, but he better stop it, we've known each other for weeks and I'm not sure I want him in my heart.

We have breakfast together and then he lets me shower first. As I get out of the shower the first thing I do is look at myself in a mirror, I sigh and realize that in a while my belly will start to grow and I will have to endure a few comments from the pretty, glowing girls who are smart enough to take the pill, around the school. I know it's stupid and no one should judge this kind of thing anymore, but there are still a lot of conservative women in the world and we can't fight them all.

 I get dressed again in the first thing I get out of the closet, tie my hair up with a garter and head downstairs along with my backpack. Dylan comes down about ten minutes later in his same sexy jock hearthbreaking clothes. He smiles at me and then directs me to his car.

The whole ride to the high school we were both quiet, just listening to the music on the radio.It was a good time for "Night Changes" to play although I also found it very ironic. We arrived and the first one to get out was him, the girls were either sighing at the sight of him or blatantly coming up to flirt with him. He ignores the people who approached him and turns around his car until he reaches my door, as he does so, he stretches out a hand waiting for me to take it, I rest my hand on his and with a smile he gives me a little tug to get out of the car. I get out with all the embarrassment in the world. Everyone looks at me and throws me looks of astonishment and contempt, (let's just imagine the scene of Bella Swan getting out of Edward's car). I walk slower and slower and even go so far as to let go of his hand. He turns to me with a consoling look.

"Come on, you mustn't be afraid," he murmurs, taking my hand again. "We're in this together, have you forgotten that? You are with me now. No one will hurt you. I won't let them," he lays a quick kiss on my cheek. I nod my head and we continue to walk hand in hand, his confidence noticeable in his walk, while I stumble forward, looking down to avoid falling, which, under the circumstances, would not be the best experience.