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"Whitneyyy…"

The familiar whine of his girlfriend snapped Whitney out of his conversation.

Since you had gotten pregnant, somehow you’d become even clingier. Whitney didn’t mind, but he would never admit that out loud.

“Whitney,” you repeated as you got closer, ignoring the leers of his friends. “I’m tired.”

Whitney rolled his eyes, but it was all just a show for his friends. He didn’t need any further comments about him getting “soft.”

“C’mon, slut,” he wrapped an arm around your waist and gave your ass a firm squeeze. “I’ll be taking this one home so she doesn’t trip and fall onto another cock on the way. You lot can fuck off, yeah?”

He pulled you away from the school gates and towards his house. That was another change that came about from your pregnancy. You ended up at Whitney’s place most days. That had been Whitney’s doing. The orphanage was no place for his slut during normal times, much less than when she was with child. Whitney’s child.

The thought still terrified him.

How the fuck was he going to be a dad in a few months? Being a dad at such a young age was not part of Whitney's plan. He wasn't sure being a dad was ever the plan. But somehow it had happened (somehow meaning that he found you irresistible, and condoms weren't foolproof) and here the two of you were, ready to bring a child into the world.

Whitney settling down. Who the fuck could believe that?

He had been working, doing his best to make sure you and your baby would live a somewhat happy life. He was saving up money to get you all a flat. He would do anything to get you away from Bailey. Maybe even get out of this town entirely...

The two of you walked up to Whitney's door and he led you inside, grateful that no one else was home. He didn't want anyone bothering you.

You strolled into his room casually, an act that had become second nature to you. Almost immediately, you kicked off your shoes and flopped into Whitney's bed, snagging a plush frog to use as a pillow.

Whitney watched as you snuggled into his own bed, feeling warmth in his chest. It annoyed him how happy you made him feel - and how much he wished he could make you feel the same.

"Ahem." His thoughts were cut short by the sound of his girlfriend clearing her throat. Whitney realized that while he had been daydreaming, you were laying there with your arms stretched in front of you.

Whitney rolled his eyes, kicking his own shoes off and unbuttoning his school shirt a bit before climbing in next to you. You immediately nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, and he smiled as he trailed his fingers up and down your skin.

He slid his hand under your skirt to grope at your bare skin, but was met with a soft kick to the ankle.

"No funny business," you murmured. "'m too sleepy."

"You're no fun. What's the point of being a slut if you're not gonna put out?" Whitney groaned teasingly.

"Already pregnant," your words were cut off by a yawn. "You've done enough."

"You owe me later," Whitney said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Kay," was your response. He wasn't sure if you were really paying attention. You really were tired.

You pulled yourself even closer to him and laid your head on his chest. He hoped you were too tired to tell how fast his heart was beating.

"Love you, Whit," you said softly as you fell asleep.

Whitney smiled and placed a hand on your belly. "I love you too."