Pregnant ((hot)) - Madi Collins 18 And

It wasn’t a romantic declaration. It wasn’t a proposal. But it was something, maybe more: a nineteen-year-old kid deciding to be a man.

The next three months were a crash course in adulthood. Madi deferred her college scholarship—a heartbreaking phone call that left her hollow for days. She picked up extra shifts at the diner, ignoring the way her apron strained over her growing belly. She and Leo moved into the tiny, converted garage apartment behind her mom’s house. It had one bedroom, a kitchen the size of a closet, and a landlord (Cheryl) who charged them only what they could afford: $400 a month, utilities included. madi collins 18 and pregnant

Leo burst through the door five minutes later, still in his work boots, his eyes wild. He stopped short when he saw them. Madi, exhausted and tear-streaked. The baby, now quiet, pressed against her heart. It wasn’t a romantic declaration

“It’s a girl,” Madi whispered. “We have a daughter.” The next three months were a crash course in adulthood

The nurse placed a warm, squirming bundle on Madi’s chest. A girl. Six pounds, seven ounces, with a shock of dark hair and Leo’s crooked frown. Madi looked down at that small, wrinkled face and felt something crack open inside her—not her ribs, but something deeper. Something she didn’t have a name for.

“So what do you want to do?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes.