Pregnant At Seventeen Of Triplets

It was exactly like I remembered it. It seemed like I was here yesterday when it had been almost a month, I still couldn't get over that. I sat on the bed, my legs crossed while John sat close to be, his hand resting on my upper t.h.i.g.h. At that moment I knew what I should do (talk to him) and what I wanted to do (rip all of his clothes off). I pushed my hormonal thoughts out of my head. It was a serious talking time.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked I looked at him like he was crazy. "Ok, where do I start. He fact that you are the father of my children, the fact that I picked you up from jail, the fact that a raging freak tried to kill me and he knew who you were, the fact that I haven‟t heard from you in over a year almost two, the fact that your roommate has been pretending to be the father of my children.

The fact that" He cut me off, by kissing me, just like he did before he left, back when I had just found out that I was pregnant. Instead of pulling back, or pushing him away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back on top of me.

We were making out heavily for a long time and I felt his hands slowly taking off my top, his hands moving upwards. He stopped briefly and his eyes asked me if this was what I wanted.

My hands went to his jeans and I smiled. This time we both remembered what we did, and it was pretty darn amazing. I woke up the next morning to something warm and heavy wrapped around my waist; I looked down and noticed that it was John‟s arm. I smiled and turned to kiss his cheek. He lazily opened his eyes, a sleepy grin on his face.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, still half asleep. At that moment my phone went off to „Don‟t stop believing" form Glee, the TV show.

Just a small-town girl Living' in a lonely world She took the midnight train going' anywhere Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit He took the midnight train going' anywhere A singer in a smoky room The smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the nights Streetlights,

people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the nights Working hard to get my fill, Everybody wants a thrill Paying' anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some are born to sing the blues And now the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on Don't stop believing Hold on to that feeling' Streetlight, people Don't stop!

I loved the song and let my phone keep playing for a while. John laughed at me singing along to it.

When it finished he rolled on top of me and started kissing me. We were both getting really into it when there was a little knock on the door. I knew from experience that it was going to be one of the triplets. I smiled.

"It will be one of the kids" I whispered to John He looked over at the door with a look of amazement. "That‟s a new one," he said while quietly laughing. "I think I have a problem to take care of," he said slyly. I could feel his „problem‟ against my t.h.i.g.h.