Focus on Timothy
"I'm Pregnant"
The words echoed in my mind over and over. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. My girlfriend Sarah and I had been seeing each other for only 3 months, having sex for the majority of our relationship. Once she told me I had the urge to run - literally. I was on our school's cross country team and I usually took off running whenever something stressful happened. But not this time. I grabbed my beautiful girlfriend and hugged her. I said nothing, she said nothing, we just hugged.
"Don't Worry, I'll Take Care of It"
A few days later I suggested to Sarah that we tell our parents soon to get them the best care possible. Sarah was terrified but I wanted to help and I tried my hardest everything I said seemed to be wrong, everything I did was un-wanted. Sarah told me she would not be telling her parents and "don't worry, I'll take care of it". Sarah wanted to abort our child.
"You Will Never Understand"
Strongly pro-life I argued with Sarah, I desperately wanted my child and I tried to understand her fears. Sarah became withdrawn and wanted nothing to do with me, claiming I would never understand how she felt. She was right. I had no idea, and the harder I tried, the more she hated me. Finally I couldn't take it, I called her parents and told them.
"I Hate You!"
Both Sarah and I were lucky in the parent department, we managed to get complete support from both sides, my parents helped me to argue life for my growing baby, while Sarah's argued her choice. Sarah officially hated me, but I didn't care. My son was growing inside her body and I was not going to let anybody take that life away.
"I Don't Want It!"
Sarah finally agreed to give birth to our child, stating loudly "I don't want it!" Finally I got the phone call from the hospital telling me Sarah was close to delivering, and speeding up to the hospital, I arrived just in time to see my son arrive, my parents were by my side. As he was born, Sarah loudly shrieked "Get it off! That's disgusting!" Her reaction threw me off, but I was glad when he was cleaned and the nurse handed him to me. I sat down in the chair across the room, and stared at my amazing baby boy, while Sarah screamed "Get it out! I don't want it!". That was the last time Sarah saw us, she moved away and we have never heard from her again.
Our Happy Ending
Sarah and I were not meant to be together, and I don't believe Sarah was ever meant to be a mother. When Tristan was born Sarah was 14, and I was 15 - I became a single father instantly. Tristan soon became my life and I began running again, with Tristan pushed in the buggy. Being a single dad is hard. I work, go to school, and take care of Tristan (with my parents' support). I graduate college this year and couldn't be more proud, and I know Tristan is as proud as I am. We are a success, and nobody will ever tell me that I made a mistake.