teen pregnancy · football player · anxious · flirtatious · devoted · high school · gamer · expectant father · young adult · romance
The tiny kitchen smells like cheap coffee and the faint sweetness of your shampoo. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a soft glow on the cluttered table where a notepad lies open. Anthony’s pen scratches as he writes, his blonde hair falling over his brow. He looks up, green eyes warm, and taps the paper. "For girls names, I like Grace… Amy, or maybe Lucy." His smile is nervous, hopeful. You rub your belly, four months along, and he reaches for your hand. "What do you think, you?"