"So how old is your little brother?" I smiled at Mitch. I couldn't let people think he was my brother. It wasn't fair to Micth or JJ.

"He's my son. And he's three." I watched as Mitch's expression changed slightly, only for a second.

"I see...just curious. How old were you when you had him?" I sighed, playing with my tongue ring.

"14." I took a sip of my water bottle,looking over at JJ who was busy playing with Michella. My face lit up. He was such a little angel.

"Oh I'm so sorry, that must have been so hard for you." Mitch said, staring down into his hot chocolate. I could tell he was uncomfortable, so I decided now would be the best time to make my exit.

"It was. But it ws worth it. He's my little baby, and I would never change what had happened even if I could. Me and JJ best be going. It was nice meeting you and Michella." I picked my son up, settling him on my right hip. Yes I never regretted having him, but I sure wish guys would accept women with baby's a little better.

"Wait. Do you think it's possible we could get together later...to talk or something." He asked me, touching my shoulder, gently stopping me. I grinned. Alirght. Maybe not all guys had a problem with it.

I dug for a pen and quickly wrote my number on his hand, and then left with JJ to go skate again. I still couldn't help but wondering if he would still want to talk to me after he found out I had another one on the way. If not...then it was him who would lose out. Speaking of the other one, I still had yet to decide what and when to tell the father.

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