Andrew King's Story

Oceane sighed and leaned back, brushing her fingers over her enlarged belly. She closed her eyes and grimaced as the baby kicked again. She was only two days away from her due date, and being pregnant was harder than ever at this point. She groaned and rocked up so she was on her feet, pulling down on her sweater so it covered her belly. Waddling over to the phone, she picked it up and dialed the familiar number.

Dialing: Andrew King
"Hey, babe, can you come over? I'm going stir crazy over here all by myself."

Normally she was fine, but lately all she wanted to do was be around Andrew, the father of her child. The whole "teenage pregnancy" struggle hadn't really hit her yet, but she knew the stress of it all soon would and it would take a major toll on her and Andrew's relationship. That was the last thing she wanted to happen, but she knew it was unavoidable. So, to compensate, she wanted to spend as much "us" time with him as she could, before the storm of parenthood knocked them off their feet.

Andrew had actually just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. "Hey, babe, can you come over? I'm going stir crazy over here all by myself." His girlfriend asked. He smiled into the phone and nodded. Realizing she couldn't see him, he finally spoke.

"Yeah, sure~" He said happily, "I'll be over as soon as I can." After saying their goodbyes, Andrew hung up and ran his hand through his hair. He liked spending time with Oceane. He really did. It's just that every time he saw her, he saw that belly. It scared him. But. It was his responsibility, and he couldn't run from it.

He drove to Ocean's house and knocked lightly on her door, sending a quick text that said he was there.