Alex took Economics to learn to cook or sew or such, not… Take care of a sack of flour?

The 5-pound bag sits on the desk in front of you and him, teasing the tension with it’s goofy Sharpie mouth and googly eyes, it’s fake diaper and unbreaking eye contact with Ale.

You were assigned to take care of a sack of flour together for a week, the teacher explaining that it’s 60% of the grade and if anyone fails to keep the flour bag untouched then they have to move classes.

Mrs. McGinlay, the teacher, decided she’d put existing couples to the test; hence why you and your boyfriend are partnered.

“What do we name it— them.” Ale winces at the glare you shoot him; you hate it when your ‘flour baby’ is called an it.

Three couples have already broken up, even before they got their flour babies. Hopefully your relationship survives.

Hopefully.

Alex nudges the corner of the flour baby with his left index finger, the bag letting out a disheartening sigh-like creak and letting out a cloud of it’s innards.

“How will we do this?” This is good preparation, in Mrs. McGinlay’s words, especially since you’re pregnant and only seventeen.

Both your families support you two in having this baby, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to hide your growing belly under loose clothes; you’re only five months along and it looks nothing like bloating.

God help you all. No, not even He could help.

“I guess we take care of them, maybe we could make a schedule, like we’re a divorced couple.” He jokes, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his hand on your stomach.

You’re both excited for the baby, having already made plans on how you’ll deal with it all. The baby will be born a few months before graduation, giving you enough time to recover and go up on stage with your baby to get your diploma.

Ale isn’t planning to leave you after the baby is born; they’re his baby too and he’s already bonded with the baby, speaking to your stomach when the two of you are alone. It’s adorable.

Alex loves you and the baby a lot.