Vaughn was waiting for me at the park, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. I wondered briefly why he didn’t just pull his shirt out of his pants, I mean seriously, did he have to tuck it in like that?
“Hey,” I sighed.
“Shall we take a walk?” he asked. I nodded, breathing in the crisp air.
We walked along the park path in silence. Eventually, he asked, “When are you planning on telling him?”
I shied away from the question. “Later.”
He frowned but didn’t comment. Another long silence. He sucked in a deep breath and spoke again, “And what are you going to do?”
I stopped, turning to him bewilderedly, “Do?”
I didn’t know there was anything I could do.
“As I see it,” Vaughn said carefully, “You have three choices before you.”
Great. A decision. Just what I need.
“You could get an abortion,” he shrugged dismissively, but his eyes flashed. I could tell he didn’t like that idea. He must be pro-life. “Or you could give it up for adoption… or you could keep it.”
I stood, too young, and deliberated.