"I guess so..." he pouted. He didn't like waiting that long. How he wished that children would grow in 3 minutes and just be born. But of course, he knew that they couldn't. "I can't... I can't wait until I can hold the little one in my arms... Sing it little songs..."
He knew Haylee would've loved to have the baby too, but he saw that she was scared. She was worried and dazed and a mixture of emotions that a teenage girl would've had in her face and eyes if she knew she was pregnant. He touched the side of her face with a worried look on his.
"Hay... Hay... Don't be scared... I know, it's too fast, but... We'll get through this together. I promise I won't leave you."
He kissed her gently before hesitantly getting out of bed to pull a blanket over Janie. She was practically hugging herself and shivering. He grabbed a random quilt somewhere from the corner of the room, unfolded it and lay it on Janie, tucking her in. He smoothed the strands of hair that were in her face away and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. Janie stirred a little but fell back asleep. Denny sat right next to her, watching her with worry.

Denny gave Janie a stroke on the head with the back of his hand and looked at Haylee.
"Hay, don't think that way... You aren't going to screw up. If you're sure you love the child, and the child loves you, you're... You're pretty much a good mother. I'll help you take care of the kid. I'll teach you some of the ropes, since I'm such a sissy boy." He smiled and turned back to Janie, who was shifting in her sleep again, eyelids opening unconsciously revealing her beautiful brown eyes again before she drifted off to Dreamland again.
"Thanks." he said, not facing her. Once he was sure that Janie was comfortable he slowly got up so he wouldn't disturb her peaceful nap and sat back on the edge of Haylee's bed.

"It may not be your own life, Haylee, but the kid is your flesh and your blood, and mine as well. Hamsters and cats are different. They aren't your flesh and blood. They aren't the sweat drops that fall off your forehead when you bear the child. They aren't the thing you wait nine months for." he said in a calm tone. "Well... Maybe they are if you're an avid pet lover. But what I'm saying is... The kid... As long as you love the kid and you know you're willing to sacrifice everything you have for it, then you are a good mother."
He laughed when she told him that there was a difference between a sissy and a good brother.
"But I am a sissy. Most of the fathers I know don't know even half of what I do about taking care of children."