Seat B-22 • S.M.

Truth

*Quinn*

Brody~ Hey Quinn, change of plans today, I actually had to come home...my sister went into labor yesterday morning and you know how that goes. I can't believe I never got around to answering you. I hope I didn't leave you worried sick. Seriously, I'm the WORST friend ever. I love you and will maybe get to see you when you come home?

My eyes grazed over the text causing relief to wash over me.

Quinn~ Oh my god!!!!! Tell her I said congratulations!!! Send me a picture! It's all good, just to know that you're home safe is all I care about. I'll be in town this afternoon! ❤️

I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Baby who are you texting this early?" Shawn grumbled, rolling over beside me.

He placed his head on my chest to read my screen.

"Brody, he had to go home yesterday." I said.

"Oh." He closed his eyes again, snuggling into my chest. "Put that away, its 1 in the morning love." He mumbled pushing my phone away.

I placed my phone on the nightstand and kissed the top of Shawns head.

"His sister had a baby?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Mhm." I hummed as I ran my fingers through his curls

"How old is she?"

"17."

"Wow... that young?"

"Yeah." I sighed heavily.

"That must be horrifying for her, being pregnant in high school and dealing with the challenges of pregnancy itself."

"Yeah I'm sure it's pretty bad."

"Is she keeping the baby?"

"I uh- I think so."

"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet."

"Is the father still around?"

"Not sure." I breathed out

"What would you do?" He asked causing my heart to stop.

"About what?" I asked

"Having a baby at 17 duh." He chuckled lightly.

"Enough with the questions Mr. Curious, let's go to bed." I sighed and kissed his head again.

"Wait...I have one more," He stopped me from closing my eyes as he reached for my hand. "What would you do if we had a kid?"

I bursted out in immediate laughter.

"If we as in you and I had a baby?" I laughed.

"Yes honey, if we had a baby."

"Well I mean, I certainly wouldn't be happy with you." I winked down at him.

He lifted his head up to look at me, his face lit up with a wide grin.

"Why's that?"

"Oh I don't know... maybe because I've known you for four months! Then you would be the one who got me pregnant at 17!"

He laughed before extending upward, pressing his lips to mine. "Well actually, you're turning 18 in a month."

"Doesn't make a difference." I mumbled.

He then rested his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes among the shadows of the moonlight.

I couldn't help but giggle, pushing a fallen curl from his forehead, clearing space to place a soft kiss.