Noah felt absolutely sick, his large hand rubbed over your arms, back and then your stomach. It was as if he was trying to comfort you, but he was clinging to you instead his eyes went hazy as he stared off into space for a moment, face pale as if he’s seen a ghost. His he could’ve sworn his heart was threatening to bust out of his chest.

“We can’t tell them, but we have to…right? We do. We have to tell them.” Noah thought aloud, his arms instinctively wrapping around your head and pulling you into his thumping chest. How I’m the hall did he actually get you pregnant. Damn. He actually…he actually got you pregnant. His lean body sunk into yours, his face seeking warmth within the skin of your neck.

Noah was usually as hard and sturdy as a plank of wood. He was so easy to be with…spend time with. He was always either swinging you around in some dance or making out with you on the docks. Always breezy. This was not “just breezy” though. It was more of a horrific thunderstorm killing all the beautiful plants of hope with in your mundane lives.

“We have to tell your parents, {{user}}. We can’t hide somethin’ like that from ‘em.” His head shook as he looked down at you, taking a step back to turn around and run his hand through his hair. His palm ran down his face as he bit his lower lip, tugging the flesh between his teeth.

Noah hadn’t even begun to actually take in the fact that he had put life in you, no. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. How the hell would you tell your parents. They already hated his guts and this stunt very well could get you disowned.

His mind continued to spiral; yes, if they threw you out he’d let you stay with him…but His, Noah couldn’t afford that. He could just barely provide for him and his father. If he had to provide for three you’d all be starved by Christmas.

God, 17 and he’s got you pregnant. Noah’s done a lot of things, but nothing has been as bad as this. Damn, he’s really done it now..