THREE MONTHS LATER

It was official. I hit the four month mark, about 15 weeks. It was almost impossible to miss carry. I was showing, but barely. The baby is the size of a orange at this point. I had turned 16, and the first present I got when I woke up on my sweet sixteenth was vomit.

"Mom. Dad. I need to tell you something." I spoke, hiding my hands in my sweatshirt sleeves. They were set around the table in the kitchen, so I sat opposite of them.

"Now, I know you guys are going to be mad, but hear me out," I spoke. I only chose today because of their happy moods. "Please, don't freak out." I stood up and took off my sweatshirt, leaving me in a tanktop, which showed my slight rounded belly. They were confused, as I sighed and sat down again.

"I'm pregnant."

"Hello, Emma. I'm Dr. Sanchez. I understand your mother is telling me you're pregnant. Is that true?" She pulled out a clip board.

"Yes." I was laying down on a bed in the clinic.

"Okay. Now I'm going to ask you to lift your shirt up to your ribs if you can." She pulled out a tube of gel as I lifted my shirt up, exposing my stomach. "This will be cold." She warned. Then she squirted a green gel on my stomach. The cold gel made me jump, as goosebumps rose on my skin.

The first thing I saw was nothing. Then I saw it. The baby. It's hard to explain what it looks like, but all I felt was happiness. I felt a small little warm light open up in my heart.

"Would you like to know the gender?" The doctor asked, watching the screen. I bit my lip.

"No." I answered.

"Would you like to hear the heart beat?" She asked, and I smiled and nodded. The room went quiet, and you could hear a wooshing sound of the baby's heart beating. The warm light grew warmer as I heard my babies heart beating.

"Wow! That's one healthy sounding heart." I heard the doctor say, then she asked if we wanted pictures. On the way out we grabbed the pictures and headed home. I felt my mom wasn't angry or upset, just a little dissappointed, but when she heard and saw her grandbaby, she knew she wouldn't be very dissappointed for long.

Lilly came over later that day, and I showed her pictures. I pointed out the face and the arms, and the belly. I told her about how the heart beat sounded like the best song in the world to me, and told her how excited I was to know what my baby would be. All Lilly did was stare at the picture, a warm grin on her face. Harry and I only spoke slightly since his birthday party. He wasn't ever at school anymore, apparently, his brother was having some difficulties illness wise.

I put the ultrasound pictures on my bed and took a picture with my phone. I sent them to Jesse, Ellie, Perrie, Liam and Niall. Today was 15 weeks, so I had a chalkboard that read, "15 weeks. Baby is the size of a florida orange"

I stood next to the chalkboard, to the side, as Lilly stood with the camera. We did keep up on that at week 10, which was Baby was the size of a prune. I smiled brightly, as Lilly took the picture. She sent a copy to her so she could put it on the blog, Teenage Motherhood. Surprisingly, many people have been on our website. I sent one ultrasound picture and my 15 week picture to Harry, knowing he'd want to see our baby.

Lilly was uploading the picture when I felt a tap in my stomach. It made me jump and yelp when it happened, making Lilly shoot up and stand by my side, holding my arms.

"Are you okay? What happened?" She asked.

"I think, the baby kicked!" I said, looking at her and smiling widely. Lilly grinned and rushed over to the blog to add. "Just felt the baby kick for the first time! I've never loved something so much in such little time!"

I smiled, feeling the baby kick at my stomach. It didn't hurt, just felt like someone tapping on my belly with a finger. The usual headache hit, and I ignored it as I felt the tapping on the inside of my stomach. It felt like he or she was playing drums in there. I soon fell asleep to the tap tap of my babies feet.