14 and Pregnant

I was a fairly mature kid and was able to convince my mother to let me do just about anything. I managed to convince her at 14 that I was old enough to start dating. I was responsible and would be home on time every time, and I was. It was the time in between leaving and coming home that she should have worried about. I really didn't get in any trouble. I didn't drink a lot and I never did any drugs. Hell I didn't even try weed til I was 37. I felt like I was good kid anyway. Then I feel in love. If that is what you want to call it at that age. I managed to get mama to let me start dating on my 14th birthday. The date was nothing fancy now that I think back. Dinner at a restaurant and movie. He was nice and very much a gentleman then. It was for a couple of months before he told me he loved me. REALLY! How in hades do you know what love is at that age. Well I thought I did! He said I love you and I melted into a puddle of oks and yess. About 6 months later we broke up. For a whole week. AND then it happened! We get back together and he wants make up sex. He didn't have a condom with me and promised me it would be ok, he would pull it out. So, being the fool I was well you know what happened next. Yep a few weeks go by and Aunty flow never comes to visit, another month and still no visit. Well SHIT I'm preggers. Mama isn't going to like this one bit! I told him first, he said he would take full responsibility and we would get married.
Well I figured the safest thing for me was to pick the perfect time to tell her.
So, I waited and waited, finally she went to the bathroom. I knew she was gonna be there a while and couldn't run after me if she was on the toilet. I busted in the bathroom and right in the middle of her evening dump, I told her.