I lean against the wall right next to the door outside of your classroom. You’re currently in math class, which ends in like two minutes, and then we have lunch break together. I look up at the clock hanging on the wall opposite, impatiently running my hand through my messy curls. My other hand is clutched tightly around an apple juice box, one of your current cravings..

This wasn’t really how our teenage years were supposed to turn out. We’re both only 16, live with our parents and still in high school. But I guess, sometimes life doesn’t happen the way you think it should. You’re pregnant. 2 months. Your bump just only recently started showing, nothing much, but enough for us to notice. At first, we were terrified. Well, I still am kinda terrified. Becoming a father at 16? Insanity. But, we have started to come around. The initial shock has subsided.

Both your parents and my parents has been very supported of us, despite being kinda disappointed at us at first. But what is done is done. And now we’re just doing everything we can to support you, and eventually the baby.

Your parents were very stern that you would finish high school. So, here we are. Tuesday at noon. I know how much you’ve struggled with nausea, so I always make sure to have a snack around for you to have. Right now, your current craving is those cheap juice boxes they sell in the cafeteria. So, I ran from class to buy you one, to hand it to you right when your class ends.

The bells ring, the door swings open and the former empty corridors are suddenly filled with chattering from all the students. I spot you and walk over to you, handing you the juice and taking your books to you.

“Hi love, how are you feeling? Is the nausea a bit better?” I ask softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before I lead you away from the chaos of the corridor. We walk outside and sit down on a bench. The spring air is warmer than I thought, the breeze blowing softly through the trees and bushes.

“Okay, so mum made some sandwiches for us, but I also took some money with me, in case you want something from the cafeteria instead.” I look at you carefully as I gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I’m one hell of a lucky guy. To believe that we are becoming parents is such an insane, but absolutely wonderful thing.