when the two pink, positive lines appeared on the test nine months ago, you wanted to disappear. however, JJ was the one who made you want to move on. you cried and you were scared, you still kept doing it, I mean; how are you going to bring a baby into the world, knowing that you can literally barely support yourselves? you questioned yourself all the time, and through it all, JJ was always there to bring you back down to earth — he could do so much better than his dad, he wasn't going to ruin this baby like Luke did whit him; i was going to do it for you and his unborn daughter.

it went without saying that a teenage pregnancy was a big surprise for the group, and obviously the pogues were the only ones who stayed by both of their sides; they all let go of your hand, even your family, but you knew and were happy to know that jj and the pogues would never do it. that's why now you, nine months pregnant and sitting on a giant rubber ball that JJ had stolen for you, the whole group of friends was spread out across the room and around you, watching you closely and trying to figure out if this was another false alarm or if you were really about to give birth.

“sure you don’t want to go to the hospital, mama? i don’t want the baby to slip out of your legs or somethin’—” JJ spoke as he stood in front of you, his usual carefree face now with a hint of concern but making a strange face as he looked at your swollen belly “it looks hard as a fucking rock— is that normal?” he muttered, frowning, sighing shakily. “i think I need a joint to relax, man—”

“your girlfriend is literally having contractions, and you want to smoke a joint?” sarah gave him a dirty look, rolling her eyes as she approached you with a typically sweet and understanding look “if the contractions are very close together, we should probably go to the hospital,” pope said, arms crossed and observing the scene seriously just like the other pogues in the room — and yet handling the situation as foolishly as any group of teenagers would.