Pregnant At Seventeen Of Triplets

She was about my age and working towards getting a certificate in Childcare, so looking after the triplets was the perfect job. She has a daughter that is about a year old called Mania who comes over as well. I was about a half an hour drive from where my mom lives now, so it was easy to still see her all the time.

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I was heading to my advanced biology class, reading my notes when I walked into a wall. It was hard, and I felt a throbbing in my head. I looked up and saw that my „wall‟ was a man. "Oh, shit sorry" I apologized. He reached down to help me up and laughed at me.

"Well, you have a hard head, you should be," he said harshly, I was taken back. He had not looked like a bastard. I just stared at him with a shocked expression. I mumbled another apology under my breath and started to walk away. I didn't get far before a hand grabbed my arm.

I tried to pull it off. "Hey!" he cried when I dung my nails into his arm. "I was just kidding" I stopped struggling and looked at him. Ok, maybe I was a bit harsh in my reactions… "Nah, my fault," I said with a smile. He smiled back for a while.

He was tall with spiky blonde hair with light brown high lights, it looks all-natural. He was wearing a white wife-beater style shirt, blue jeans, and a black sports jacket. The shirt showed off his c.h.e.s.t, and sweet mother of f**king cookie, he has muscles!

All very well defined muscles and big, not big to the point of gross, but just big enough to make my head work overtime and my heart flutter. "So hi," he said with a smirk. It was a cute smirk, s.e.xy as all hell.

As I sat through my biology class my mind wasn't there. It was thinking about that guy. I didn't even know his name. I wasn't sure why I was even thinking about him. I had not dated since John and who would like to date a teenage mom with three toddlers?

Only a mad man would. I guess I was doomed to be a single woman for the rest of my life… maybe I could get a cat or a dog. That could keep me company.

"Ms. Smith! Are you paying attention?" I looked up and saw my lecturer looking at me with a frustrated face. "Sorry Sir" I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and walked away from me and back to the front of the room and resumed his dull teaching.

The rest of my class went by slowly and by the time it ended I was ready to escape… which I did. I practically ran out of the lecture hall. I ran into a person. I looked up and saw that same guy that I ran into this morning.

He steadied me by grabbing my upper arms I started to slip over. It was a mistake, he lost his footing as well and my legs slipped and we both fell, with him landing on top of me with oomph.

I g.r.o.a.n.e.d under his weight, and he rolled off me. I lay on the tiled ground staring up at the roof. That guy was standing there looking at me like I was mad. Which I probably was… Maybe I should get off the floor. As if he was reading my mind, he held out a hand to help me up, which I graciously took. "Thanks again," I said cheerfully, going to walk off, but his hand didn't release me.

"This is the second time you have plowed into me," he said as a fact. I laughed and looked at him, he laughed at me. "Yeah, I guess I should look where I am walking from now on" I giggled… giggled? WTF? He looked like he was trying not to laugh, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

Holy Cow my cheek is pink? Wow this was is a strange day. You don‟t get many mothers of three that blushed and giggled like a shy v.i.r.g.i.n.