Honoured with love

Sixteen years of age...

Seven months +2weeks+ 3days pregnant....

I'm standing at the bus stop with the sun harshly beaming down upon me. Her torturous rays of light are relentlessly expelling sweat from my tensed body. I feel dirty, like a sweaty pig. It's only eight o'clock in the morning. And already. I feel the sudden urge to drown myself in a cold shower. I'm standing here patiently waiting for my queen to walk around the corner. It isn't an easy task to do so this morning. Yet, here I stand. Tall and eager as ever. I always make sure I leave home thirty minutes earlier than Celeste. This very bus stop is our chosen destination to meet up. Just so we can walk hand in hand to school together. I leave early making sure her mother sees me exit the house. If I don't, she will escort my Celeste to school and embarrass her. Seventy per cent of the time she does not show and it makes me wild. Knowing she's being kept home, missing out on school. Just because Mrs Maddison doesn't want me near her. Like, coming to school with a full and rounded belly isn't mentally and physically hard enough. I know my Celeste puts on a brave face even when she's dying on the inside.

I look up and watch as she rounds the corner sporting a baggy hoodie and maternity tights. She looks more ravishing with every passing day. I walk up to her and place my hand firmly on her swelling belly. 

"Ciao figlia mia," I say in Italian.

"Hello, my daughter." I translate in English looking into Celeste's eyes.

She places her hand over mine and smiles.

"You are adorable, you know that Gio?" She giggles, patting my hand. 

"Come on, we need to go if we're gonna make it to class on time." She groans as she rubs the small of her back, sighing.

"You sore Caro mio?" I take her backpack from her and swing it over my shoulder. 

"Just a little." She sighs again, looping her arm through mine. 

said she can order you a baby bump belt if it

came from and it

papa to write you out a prescription for some ibuprofen?" I say walking. Trying

the risks

a slight chance of hurting either one of you," I say, scowling at the footpath.

my own and homes the

say, she no longer wants to be at home. Home is supposed to be your safe haven. If it can't be your

Nessa?" I ask out

has a crush on her, even though he denies it repetitively. But, I do love to tease him on

the little horror." She chuckles, brushing the loose strands of hair

ever then?" It was

"Yes and no." 

any idea she's going to

life," She looks up at me with watery eyes. "She thinks I'm eating too much and putting on a

walking and turn to

get the chance to put our child into the system, Celeste," I growl. "The Venturi's will never let that

even be here for

should you. They have never let me down." I bring her hand up to my