It's Your Baby by Belén Domínguez (any book recommendations txt) 📖

go a heavy sigh, eyeing me for a moment. “Okay” she simply said.

 

“Okay what?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

 

“If he makes you happy, I don't see why I should be in the way" she said, and kissed the top of my head. "I don't care if you're 17, 23, or even 40, you will always be my little angel. And I just can't stand the fact you're being hurt”

 

“Something tells me I will be just fine” I said with a reassuring smile. She nodded and hugged me tightly.

 

“Do you still want to meet the couple?” she asked. I fidgeted with my fingers for a moment before locking gazes with her again. I nodded slowly, a small smile to reassure her that I'll go along with her.

 

“But, I'll have to tell Finn eventually, maybe he understands, you know?”

 

“Probably, but boys are too confusing. And then they say that is complicated to understand us, the funny part is that every time that we have to talk to them is like solving a riddle” she said, which made me laugh. “Take your time, sweetie, we're just interviewing some people, he doesn't need to know right now, okay? Not until we're sure” I nodded knowingly and saw her starting the engine again.

 

Next stop: My baby's possible future.

Finn's P.O.V

 

I started pacing around the room, waiting for a call, a text, smoke signs, something to know if Gwen was alright. I sat down on the couch, and took out my phone. I was fearing opening any of my social medias by now. There's always a new comment a new video, a fucking video, for the love of God! I tried calming them down but is not working. I'm scared shitless of what will happen if Gwen, my Gwen figured out about this. How will she react! Will she forgive me for this? Will she still be with me? My relationship is on the line here.

 

I tried telling her every time, but the words don't come. When she's resting her head on my shoulder, when we watch movies and she gets sad with the ending, it's adorable. When she's angry and scrunches her nose and furrows her eyebrows, her blue eyes opening so big. Those moments I've been with her, were the most amazing ones. If I lose her, I know I wouldn't be able to make it. . .If she leaves, she would take my broken heart with her.

 

At this point, I just want to punch the wall multiple times until I break my own God damn knuckles, cause that's what I deserve, for being a lying bastard.

 

I heard my phone buzzing, I sighed in relief when I saw Gwen's name on the screen.

 

Gwen:

 

Hey handsome! Just got out of the Hospital, everything is fine :)

 

I smiled, God I was scared. Lately I've been so sacred of everything, of every one. I need to plan how to tell her, because I know, there's no doubt, that it won't be easy.

 

Chapter 47 - Meeting the Couple

My mom parked the car in front of a very nice house, not too big but not too small, it seemed just the okay size. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car, embracing myself for what was about to come. My mom knocked the door, and stepped back waiting for someone to answer.

 

The door slowly opened, revealing a middle aged woman, tall, brunette, her green eyes held such sparkle, she was a beautiful woman.

 

“Hello, I am Kate Davery, this is my daughter Gwen, are you Erin Brown?” my mother asked. The gorgeous woman, with a smile on her perfect full of make-up face, nodded.

 

“I spoke to you on the phone about adoption”

 

“Yeah! Yeah, please come in, I've been waiting with my-with my husband” she was nervous, I could tell. I thought it was pretty adorable that she was nervous about having an interview with me, just a 17 year-old. But, if she truly wants my baby, she needs to earn it. I can't just give it away to anyone.

 

We entered, the house was gorgeous, and so well decorated. Paintings and pictures frame were hanging on the walls, put with nice gold frames. Wooden white and gold furniture, the floor was of marble. She guided us to the living room, where very politely offered us something to drink.

 

“I'm fine with just water, if that's okay?” I asked, my throat was kind of dry. Erin smiled at me, even her smile was so. . .Motherly. But we need to get down to the questions.

 

“Of course!” she said, and we heard her heels clicking hard as she walked towards the kitchen. My mother placed her hand on my back, and caressed it, kissing my head. I smiled at her, and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited Erin to return. When she came back, she handed me the cold glass of water, which I gladly took. It was so refreshing and I instantly felt much better.

 

“So” she started, sitting at the couch across from us. “My husband is on his way home from work, he'll be here any minute now” she said, her voice was sort of shaky, I could sense her nervousness.

 

“You have a lovely home” I complimented, to lighten the mood.

 

“Aw, thank you dear” she said just as a horn sounded outside. “That must be Henry”

 

A tall man appeared in the door, with a suit and a suitcase. His eyes were just as Finn's color, penetrating brown eyes. His dark brunette hair was combed, all shiny and short, some strands being gray. He smiled politely at us, and nodded as a greeting as he walked towards us. All three of us stood up.

 

“Good evening” he said, shaking our hands. My mom and I exchanged some looks and smiled at Henry.

 

We all sat back down and waited for a few minutes in silence, until Erin spoke up. “Kate, Gwen, I bet you guys have some questions for us” she said and delicately grabbed her husband's hand, giving it a little squeeze.

 

My mom looked at me, “Gwen?”

 

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. Was this my turn to speak? I thought my mom was going to do the talking. . . “Don't you have any questions for them?”

 

I gulped the lump in my throat. I don't have only like three questions; I have like millions. But, how could I speak to them right now, I can't even move as I'm there, totally shocked. I didn't know I was going to come here in the first place, or that I was going to meet these people, that are obviously eager and nervous of getting my baby. If my mom would've warned me earlier, I would've of course come prepared, but I got nothing. I just have mixed questions roaming around my head. This types of decisions shouldn't be made by a freaking 17 year-old, but I guess I have to grow up once and for all. . .

 

“Gwen? You alright?” my mother asked. I blinked repeatedly, waking up from my trance.

 

“Y-yeah, I was just. . .I was just asking myself how can I start? What question out of all the ones I have, can I ask first?”

 

“We actually have the entire afternoon, dear?” she said.

 

“Alright” I sighed heavily, taking a deep breath. "I will start by the basic then. . .What do you guys do for living?" I asked possibly the simplest question ever, but it could be counted like a warming up, since of course, I'm not going to be done for this interview too soon. I want to know to who am I leaving this baby.

 

"I am an Interior Designer" Erin replied, very proudly. Now I understand why the house looks so gorgeous, she has such an amazing taste.

 

“And I am an accountant, but I love to volunteer in my free time to manage projects to help people in other countries with less resources than us” he said. Wow, he seems like the type of person that could think of others other than himself.

 

I nodded as my only response, I must admit, those are fantastic jobs, and what I love the most about them, is that they seem so. . .United. I would hate it if this baby didn't have both of the parents.

 

Question after question, I lost count of how long we've been in this exact living room, talking and talking non-stop.

 

“Gwen, I actually do have a question for you, if it's not a bother, of course” Erin asked. I folded my arms across my chest, and nodded.

 

“Go ahead, you can ask anything you want”

 

“Do you know where is the father?” she asked. I exchanged some looks with my mom, who was nothing but quiet. I kept fidgeting with my fingers, hesitant of my words for a slight second. I don't want to talk about Finn right now, because I know they would like to meet him. But, if I don't say that I know the father, they might think I'm just a slut who slept with a random guy in a drunken night—I know what you're thinking, so please don't, ugh. . .

 

I am an idiot? Yeah, such an idiotic and pathetic human being, who should've been more careful. But, it doesn't matter how many times I repeat the same thing—or close my eyes tightly, thinking this is a nightmare—everything happened, and now I'm sitting in front of this expecting couple, who are desperately trying to get a baby of their own, but unfortunately can't.

 

“He couldn't come today” I said, smiling sadly.

 

“Oh, maybe we could meet him one of these days. . .It wouldn't feel right to keep talking about this without the actual father getting involved”

 

Dammit.

 

I gulped the lump in my throat, anxious all of a sudden. I nodded slowly, and tried my best to smile, though it was so forced I think they noticed. I have no idea how will he react when he finds out about this. Will he let me do it? Will he be pissed? Will he agree? All these constant questions wandering in my brain make me feel exhausted. I just wanted to go to bed and pretend—like I always try to do—that this isn't happening. But, of course, this is indeed happening, and I can wish over and over for this to stop right now; truth is, the day I give birth is right around the corner, and unless I grow up and accept it once and for all, I will keep living with all this pressure, with all this overwhelming life of mine.

 

“Yeah, maybe” I said finally after what seemed like forever. They had a look of satisfaction in their faces, as well as excited smiles, it made me feel even worse for them. They're ready to be parents, yet they can't, it's so unfair. It's horrible that me, being just a teenager, can have a baby, and them. . .Experienced, responsible, well mannered, and sweet people, can't. Life is so unfair for everyone. We all stood up and shook hands, we thanked them receiving us. Though my mom was aiming to towards the door, I didn't, which made her look at me.

 

“I want you guys to have my baby” I said. They exchanged some looks, my mom slowly walked towards me.

 

“You don't have to decide now; this is a