Two Lines

So I wrote this post three weeks ago and couldn’t bring myself to publish it. I kept staring at it, wondering if I was ready to put this out there. But here we are.

Two Lines

This is not the plan. This is not how I drew this up. I’m 21 and I’m scared and I’m pregnant and I haven’t even graduated yet. I took three tests because the first one had to be wrong. Then the second one. The third one just made me cry.

Three tests. All the same answer.

I called Marcus at work and he was silent for ten seconds. Ten whole seconds of dead air while I held my breath. Then: “Okay. We’re doing this.” Not “what are we going to do” or “are you sure” or any of the things I expected. Just “we’re doing this.”

The phone call that changed everything

I looked at those two lines and I felt something I didn’t expect. Not just fear. Something else. Something that felt a lot like the beginning of everything.

The beginning of everything

We told our families last weekend. My mom cried happy tears. His mom cried happy tears. My dad looked like he wanted to have a serious conversation with Marcus about “responsibility” but settled for a very firm handshake. We graduate in May. Baby comes in June. Life, apparently, doesn’t wait for your five-year plan to catch up.