Conner jumped a bit when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket. Mrs. Snodgrass, his English teacher, had her head down grading papers, so he sneaked at peek at the text message he’d just received.
The words he read made his heart stop and the blood drain from his face. He stared at the phone in horror. No, it couldn’t be!
“i’m pregnant - jc,” it read. A million thoughts raced simultaneously through his mind as he realized what his dad had always told him was true. One weak moment, one mistake could result in life-long consequences.
He wasn’t even dating Jacy any longer. They’d broken up a month ago, shortly after they’d “gone all the way.” Conner, a Christian, had felt deep remorse at his lapse in self-control and had sought Jacy’s forgiveness.
“Jacy, I feel really bad about what we did.”
Jacy pouted her glossy lips and looked through her long eyelashes at Conner. “Why? You didn’t enjoy it?” she asked as she moved her hand to his thigh.
Conner took a deep breath. This is going to be harder than I thought. “No, I mean, yes, of course, but...”
Jacy laughed at his frustration. “I knew you were Mr. Purity. Why do you think I had my eyes set on you? You were a challenge, for sure.”
He stared at her in shock. “Here I am feeling lousy about possibly taking advantage of you, when it was actually the reverse.”
She smiled sweetly, obviously enjoying his discomfort.
The conversation only went down hill from there and Conner hadn’t spoken to Jacy since that night. Now as each tortured moment ticked by, his misery increased. Not only was he going to be a father, his baby’s mother would be Jacy. He already felt sorry for his unborn child. His father had always told him, “The best gift you can give your children is a Godly mother.” Looks like I’ve already blown that.
The bell rang and Conner jumped again. As his classmates hurried out of the room ignoring the teacher’s last minute reminders, Conner rose slowly. His feet felt heavy and but his head felt light. He scanned the hall for Jacy, but didn’t see her. In a trance, he walked to Spanish.
As Mrs. Mungia explained how to conjugate Spanish verbs, Conner slid down in his chair and let his mind try to grasp the significance of Jacy’s words.
He thought about his own father, his role model. What made him a great dad? He was wise and he was a good provider. I’m neither of those. His dad also spent time with him, teaching him to fish, camp, drive and play sports. Most importantly, he taken him to church and introduced him to Jesus Christ. Knowing his father would be disappointed made the situation even more painful.
Lord, I’m not ready for this. He knew that the greatest gift his dad gave him was love. I could love my child, he thought. But was that enough?
His own father had never even heard the words, “I’m pregnant” from his mother. After ten years of marriage they had adopted him. Perhaps the most loving thing would be to find mature parents like his to raise this child. Thinking of the happiness a baby would bring a ready dad almost made him smile, but could he give up his own blood? He wasn’t sure.
This time when the bell rang, Conner jumped up and ran through the halls to Jacy’s locker. When he spotted her, he slowed down. Her back was to him. Reaching out, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Jacy flipped her head around. She was smiling; but when she saw Conner, her smile faded and she gazed at him with sad eyes. “Oh, Conner,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
“We really need to talk,” Conner whispered tenderly.
Over her shoulder Conner noticed Jacy’s two best friends watching the scene and giggling. “What are they laughing at?”
Jacy turned to her friends. “Stop it, you guys,” Jacy said and then started laughing herself. “Oh, I can’t do it. Conner, I was kidding. I’m not pregnant.”
Conner’s mouth dropped open and he had to exercise total control not to strangle her. Jacy and her friends bounced down the hall, leaving Conner standing alone, dumbfounded. He reached for his cell phone to call his best friend, someone who would understand and love him no matter what.
“Dad? Can we talk?”
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