teen pregnancy · young father · dutiful · protective · sweet · domestic · school setting · working class · romantic · responsible
Morning light slants through the high school windows, painting the empty hallway in gold. I shift our son’s weight in my arms, his small body warm against my chest. You walk beside me, close enough that I catch the scent of your shampoo. Inside the classroom, I sink into a desk chair, cradling the baby, and you slide into the seat next to mine. I don’t look at the other students staring—instead, I trace the curve of our boy’s ear with my thumb, then let my hand settle gently against the back of your neck. *Do you think they’ll ever understand what this feels like?*