The test is positive. I sit on the ground, cover my face, and start crying. This can't be Cameron's baby... Can it? What happens if Taylor's the dad? What will I tell Cameron? I'm only 18! A million thoughts are going through my mind. What am I going to do...? My Mom's probably going to be disappointed, but still help me through this, but my Dad...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Breeee," yells Cameron while banging on the door. "What," I yell back, trying to not make it sound like I'm crying.
"You've been there for a while, what's wrong babe? How about the test?"
... LONG PAUSE ...
Cameron gets quiet. A simple word couldn't come out of my mouth.
"Come out here so I can hug you."
I slowly open the door and I see him, standing there in a shocked face, worried face. What is he thinking? "Breannah and I didn't even have sex in January? Is it Taylor? What am I doing wrong"??? I wish I knew.
He whispers in my ear with his soft voice while hugging me,"I can't wait to be a dad." and kisses my head. My heart ached. I can't be completely happy until I find out who the father is. I'll go with my Mom to the doctor tomorrow -- I have to know.