By the time I was eight weeks pregnant, the baby was the size of a tomato. Beck and I were in bed together, reading. I was reading the handbook for Juliard, which I was going to in two weeks, and Beck was reading "Punk through the ages." God, we were going to have an awesome, punk loving baby. Best of all, It was going to have Beck's smile. I had a small bump, but already Beck had made it a habit to read with one hand, the other one laying gently on my abdomen. Yeah,Beck was nineteen and I was only eighteen, but we were having a baby. It was unexpected, but I didn't care, because I didn't expect my whole family to die, either. We were in love, and we wanted to start a family together. It's not really in society's rules to have a baby at our age, but you know what. Fuck society. Loud and clear. They might think that they are superior because I'm the pregnant one, but in truth they are the only pathetic ones. At least I can show off with my baby bump that I have someone that loves me as much as Beck, and that I'm not old and lonely like them. " Babe? You alright?" Beck interupted my stream of thoughts. " Babe, your red as a cherry. Whatcha thinking about?" Geez, I always turn red when I'm upset. I can never get away with anything. " Oh, nothing. just thinking about the usual " how fucked up is society." I answered. " Agreed." Beck said. I turned over to look at him. God, he was so fucking perfect, he was almost majestic. Like a unicorn. Okay, scratch that, I can't belive I just compared my fiancee to a unicorn. Beck looked back over at me. " Ev, I just want to let you know how exited I am for us, this baby's gonna be completely badass." I laughed. He tried to make it sound like a joke, but I knew he was serious. We put our books on our bedside tables and turned off our lights. We needed to get some good sleep tonight because tomorrow we had a doctors appointment for the baby. We got in the position to sleep, or in other words, spooned. I turned my back to his chest and he wrapped his arm around me, his fingertips running circles around my stomach. He really was exited about this baby. I loved watching him sleep, he would snore softly, his long black hair getting in his face. But, the best thing was seeing him wake up. His eyelids would flutter lightly, then reveal his flawless blue eyes. The big thing (I know it's stupid) that really pulled the whole thing off for me was his lip pearcing. He had a skinny, pale build and always wore his signature gray beanie. I fell asleep dreaming about his perfectness. I woke up in the morning to find he was not in the bed. I smelled bacon. I went in to the kitchen to see Beck cooking breakfast, dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. His hair was already side-brushed, ready for a beanie. " Morning, sweetheart." He smiled. " When did you become such a good housewife?" I asked. He laughed. " When you started slacking." He answered. Oh no. I could feel bile rising in my throat. I ran full speed to our tiny bathroom, hacking my guts out. When I came back out,I saw Beck, looking distressed. " You know babe, this is a lot for only eight weeks. We could go early to the doctors if you want.." I cut him off. " Beck, i'm fine. Stop worrying." I said. He soon got his usual spunk back. " Well, so much for breakfast." We both went back to our bedroom, while I brushed my teeth (twice) Beck got dressed. Today was ripped black skinny jeans, an "MCR" t-shirt, and his beanie. I dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, black converse, and a " Royal blood" t-shirt. I loved this outfit, and thought it brought out the purple and blue highlights in my black hair. " Ready to go?" Beck called. "Yup!" We locked up the apartment and hopped in the car. We drove for about fifteen minutes before getting to the clinic, only talking about how exited we were. We were going to find out the gender today. We walked inside and checked in, then got directed to exam room three. We waited, then the doctor came in. This little fuck of a doctor gave me a look. A look that felt like " Who are you? Your too young to be pregnant." In an icy voice, she said " hello, my name is Dr. Yancey Garcia. I will be taking care of you through the remainder of your pregnancy." I could tell that Beck didn't like her, either. I lifted my shirt up just above my stomach. I glanced over at Beck, his eyes already focused on the ultrasound screen. Dr. Garcia squeezed out a thick line of cold saline gel on my abdomen, then put the ultrasound wand on. I was straining to hear a heartbeat, until it came, like a little train. I could hear Beck sigh with relief. Then there was something else. Another heartbeat. Twins. I was internally screaming with joy. " It appears that you are having twins." I looked at Beck, and he was smiling a ginormous smile, staring at the screen in pure joy. " Would you like to know the gender?" The doctor asked. " Yes!" We said in unison. " Okay. It looks like your having......"