It's fair to say our parents weren't drilled when we told them. "You're only just 17, he's 18." "What about Luke's career?" "You live opposite sides of the globe." The words "abortion" and "adoption" swam through the air like you wouldn't believe. But me and Luke knew what we wanted. We always did. The first six months flew by so fast. I moved to Australia. It was best we both lived together, and Luke couldn't move away from his band. I was terrified. The thought of being a 17-year old mother scared me so much. Yet, at the same time, I couldn't wait to have Luke's baby. I thought I looked horrible, pregnant, fat and gross. But Luke spent everyday telling me how beautiful I was. And that made me love him even more. I was huge by now, with only 2 months left to go. And it was only then that things started to feel weird.
I was heavily pregnant, yet mine and Luke's relationship carried on like normal. I never felt any different around him. Until one night, we where lay in bed. He started to kiss me, and I didn't refuse. He kissed me in all the usual places, but this time he kissed my belly too, before heading further down. I don't know what it was, but it felt weird. It never had before. I pushed him away. "Stop, Luke." I moaned. He looked up at me. "What? I thought you liked that?" He laughed. "I'm serious, babe. It feels weird. Having sex whilst pregnant. Let's just wait until after." I asked. Luke laughed, clearly believing I was messing about. "Come on, babe." He giggled. I rolled over. Luke sat and stared at me, before turning off the lamp, and going to sleep. He wouldn't even hug me. My head flooded with guilt. But I couldn't help the way I felt.
I struggled out of the bed, and down the stairs. Luke was already up. "Morning." I smiled. He barely managed a grunt. I sat beside him. "What is it? Is it me?" He asked. I sighed. "Babe, it's not. It's just being pregnant, it felt weird." "But it was fine before!" He yelled. "Well I wasn't 7 months pregnant before!" I replied. "This is ridiculous." He said, walking away. I waddled towards him. "Luke, how can we sort this if we don't talk?" I was starting to get seriously bad pains in my stomach. "Fuck off, Marciee. I want to be alone." I stopped. "Fine, we'll leave." I grabbed my bag from the sofa, and shuffled towards the door. "Oh yeah, and go where? It's not like you have anywhere to go is it, Marc? Just sit down and we'll talk in a bit." "No," I replied. "You've made your feelings perfectly clear. If you don't want me here, I won't be here." He shook his head. "Shut the fuck up, Marciee. You know I love you, and our baby. So just sit down so we can talk." I shuffled back towards him, knowing he was right. We needed to talk. I clutched my stomach, already in agonising pain. As I went to leave, I clapped to the floor. "Babe, are you alright?" Luke cried.
"I think I'm having your baby."
Luke rang Ashton straight away, knowing he was the quickest ride to he hospital. As soon as he arrived, he was panicking. "Try not to have the baby in my car." He laughed. The pain was agonising. And after 7 hours, I thought I was near to death. Whoever said child birth was beautiful was lying. A lot. However, the part just after, was the most beautiful thing in the world. I knew how much I loved Luke, but the live for my unborn child was so much more. I cried, Luke cried. Our baby boy cried. Luke played him 'English love affair' and told him all about his band. That was his life, and he wanted his son to know it. "What should we call him?" Luke asked. We'd had so much time to think about names, but still couldn't decided. "Tate.," I said. "After my grandad. Tate, Ashley Hemmings."Blake smiled. "It's perfect. But, why Ashley?" He asked. "After Ashton. He's done so much for us. But Ashton isn't really a middle name." I laughed. Luke kissed the baby's forehead. "It's perfect, like both of you." I was almost lost in the moment, and then reality hit me. "Luke, you know this won't be easy." I said. "I have you, when is anything easy?" He laughed. Everything seemed perfect.
But this was only the beginning.