I let another week pass without incident. Mom kept her distance, as promised. It was like nothing had ever happened. I liked being on my own, now more than before. Most girls would of wanted their mom's approval when they had a baby. Personally, I didn't give two shits. Why should it matter if my mom approved? it was my life. Mine. Not her's.

I kept my eyes shut and remains still on my bed as I heard the window open. "What is it, Aspen?" He didn't say anything. That was unusual for him. Usually, he'd come sit beside me, make a sarcastic remark, or just plain pull me out of bed. I sat up and looked at him "Are you alright? What's wrong?"
He stood rigidly in the corner, fists clenched at his side as he stared me down.
Ah, crap. He was going to leave me, wasn't he? What did I do wrong? I couldn't let him leave me. I couldn't. I just couldn't. I loved him. We were supposed to last for a really, really long time. We were having a child together, he couldn't leave. Of course, he didn't know about that, though.
He interrupted my wild strand of seemingly endless thoughts with: "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
The tears that were building up as I thought spilled over one by one. Now, he knew. "Yes," I managed to choke out.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why would you keep something like this from me? You said you trusted me. You said you could tell me anything. You said I was everything. You said you weren't afraid to talk to me. I guess that all was a lie. Are we a lie, too? Don't you love me anymore? It sure seems that way, taking you didn't tell me the most important thing that's happened in our relationship. We've known each other for so long. We're so close... Just say it, and I'm gone. That's all you have to say." He gritted his teeth. "It's not mine, isn't it?"
"No, I..." I choked.
"No WHAT?! It's not mine?" he roared. He came toward me, standing at my bedside now.
I squeaked and jumped back, my back pressed against my headboard. "No - I mean, yes, it's yours. No, I don't want you to go."
He swung his fist and I closed my eyes, waiting for it. Instead, I heard the loud crack of his fist hitting and going through my wall. A flash of the day we met crossed my mind. This just made me jump off my bed and slowly back toward the other side of my room next to my dresser, my back pressed to the wall. He only stalked me just as slowly. His eyes, normally excited and bright, were now hard and full of anger. "Then, WHY?" he continued. "Tell me why you wouldn't tell me I was fathering a child." He snatched the nightlight-lamp that was on my dresser and hurled it across my room and straight out my window. I didn't even hear it crash.
I looked straight up into his eyes, my shoulders still raked with sobs. My face was probably all red and puffy, and I probably looked even more disastrous than when the Kaleb sisters decided to give me a "makeover" when I watched them one night. And the last. "I - was - scared - that - you'd - react - like -this," I sobbed. I couldn't help it. I closed the extremely small distance between us and buried my face in his chest. His poor shirt was getting soaked with tears, makeup, and snot. "I'm sorry...so sorry. Don't leave me," I whined in my high-pitched crying voice.
At first, he just stood there, silent and still as stone. For a moment he moved, gripping my shoulders like he was going to push me away. Instead, he sighed, relaxing, and wrapping his hands around my waist. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked.
"I am completely normal." I sniffled. "You're one that went all Godzilla."
"You do realize that Godzilla was a girl, right?"
"Exactly." I giggled.
"You're the pregnant one!" He paused. "I'm really going to be a father, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you are," I responded.
Then, he pulled back and took my hand. Laying me on me bed, he sat down next to me and glanced at my stomach. "May I?"
I scoffed. "'Course."
Aspen lifted my shirt to expose my stomach. I didn't even realize I was showing until then. Barely, but still showing. He splayed his hands across my abdomen and whispered something I couldn't hear, but he was smiling so it must of been good.
Yeah, I know it seemed like I wasn't upset with him for flipping. I was.
Screw the wall. He owed me a new night light!