So much has happened in the last few months of my life.
I'm living on my own now. I'm renting a townhouse in a city 40 miles from the town I grew up in. 40 miles from my family, younger friends and Darian. Oddly, I've ended up rooming with Jessica and Aaron, my fabulous gay cousin. All of us are attending college and trying our best to survive our first year from home. p>
I finally told my parents. I took a pregancy test at the health clinic and showed them the test results as proof. Needless to say, we barely touch on the subject. I feel like an alien when I stay at my parents' house. I'm sure I broke my father's heart in two. He occasionally hints about his dislike for Darian, but that's about it.
Darian and I are okay now. It's still a bit rocky, but he's trying to help me through this the best he knows how. For a guy who pressured and harassed me about getting an abortion, he's certainly come around. I showed him the ultrasound of our baby. I've never seen someone so scared and so proud at the same time. He tried not to show his excitement, but it was there.
We're having a son. His name is Adrian and he's the healthiest little dude in the whole world. He's so beautiful, I can't imagine why anyone would want to kill him.