“Sh, it’s going to be alright, Heather.”
I could barely remember how we even got into this position. I had my arms wrapped around Alejandro while I was his lap. I cried into his shoulder.
“No it’s not,” I mumbled, “Nothing’s going to be alright. I’m having your bastard child and you’re saying that it’s going to be alright.”
“It will, mi amor. I’m going to be here with u and we’ll be in this together.”
“But what about my parents?”
He pulled away from the grip he had on me and I let go of him; he looked me in the eyes, “What about them?”
“They’re not going to disown me. They hate me as it is,” I sniffed hard through tears to get a breath of air, “They’re going to kick me out. This isn’t going to work. I only can see one reasonable way out of this and that’s an abortion.”
There was a long silence and we sat there. I could tell he didn’t want me to do that. He took me back into his grip and I cried into his chest. He finally spoke again after about ten minutes, “Do u want to get an abortion?”
“No,” I muttered so quietly that I wasn’t sure he heard me. Though he must have since he replied with, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to make this work. We’re going to make this work.”
We stayed that way for a long time. At least, I thought so since that was the last thing that I could remember before I fell asleep.