Jorge and Jolie are 51, Ashlee is 20, Esther is 16, Chase and Amyra are 15
optional soundtrack: Papa Don't Preach, Madonna.
They had made their plans. It was the only way that they could sit before them and not quiver in fear.
To have to tell them,
in words, that they were pregnant.
That one of the tests that Dr. McMillian ran that day was a pregnancy test.
That it was positive. The ultrasound revealed that Esther was almost in her second trimester.
That the celiac disease wasn't flaring up. She was having the usual pregnancy symptoms.
The disappointment was evident and Breckin briefly feared for his life as Jorge glared at him.
But they had a plan.
They would get married. Have the family they always dreamed of. It was years early, but they could do it.
Jorge laughed. Did they not know anything about raising a family? What about school? Bills? A place to live?
They had a plan, so they had answers. Esther would do school online.
She was smart and in advanced classes. She could take her classes online, submit her coursework virtually while caring for the baby.
Breckin would do the same. The flexibility would allow him to work. As soon as he was of age he would join the military
and Esther would get a scholarship for family housing at Pierce University. They could make it work.
Jolie couldn't help but smile at their naivety and how they were positive things would work out.
Jorge was fuming. He expected this from Ashlee, but not Esther. His little Esther.
"Papa, don't preach," she pleaded and Jorge's face couldn't help but soften at her voice.