It's been 3 weeks and Emilys still sick every morning. We went to the doctors office this morning and found out Emilys pregnant. I don't know how I let this happen. Being 18 and being a dad. It's really bad. I couldn't just tell my parents. I needed to hide it. So, I told my brother Grayson. I leave Emily to rest in my room.

*knock knock*
"What! Who is it?"
He says half asleep. It's only 3:30 am.
"Ethan, let me in please, it's important."
As he opens the door and lets me in you tell him everything.

After about three hours of crying, talking to Grayson about what to do and being angry about myself for letting this happen. Grayson manages to get me calmed.

The next morning I call Emily downstairs and invite her to the house for breakfast, I tell her you need to tell my mom and dad. She tells me,
"Baby, I can't do this, I'm only 18! What will your parents think. They'll think I'm a whore. A slut. A hoe."
She says with tears streaming down her eyes. Seeing Emily cry is like seeing someone watch there own mother being killed.

I wipe the tears from her eyes and tell her everything is ok.
"It's ok baby girl, don't cry."
I say while pulling her close to my  body. She snuggles into my chest and just cries. I lay your head on her head and hold her close to my body.