When I was 16 I met this guy. It was honestly love at first.. meet. I'd seen him around school but we never talked until we were both finally single (lol) and had messaged each other on Facebook for a while.

We pretty much instantly hit it off, and believe it or not I knew I would marry this man one day. We were truly meant to be together and we both knew it. We decided nothing would keep us apart, and about 9/10 months into our relationship, I got pregnant. At this point I was about to be a senior in high school and he had just graduated. I had been at house one day hanging out (my parents only let me come over once every few days, only for a few hours, and typically we had to lie and say we we're going to evening church so I could come at all. His dad is a preacher and they lived on the church grounds.) We had bought a couple pregnancy tests since my period was 5 days late. He went out and sat on the porch and I went into the bathroom to take the test. I told him I wouldn't look at the results and we would look together.. I peed on the stick and I looked..

I practically ran outside (trying to act normal considering his parents were home) and said "I looked! I looked!" and handed him the test. He instantly lit up

I begged him not to tell his parents yet because I was terrified lol. But he ended up bringing his dad outside and telling him, which led to him telling his mom.. They werent angry, it's not what they wanted for us but what's done was done.

Not long after we told them it was time for me to go home.. and telling my parents was going to be a whole different story.

I was sick from the anxiety. I'd never in my life been so scared. I even told my little sister because I couldn't contain my anxiety (she was only 10 at the time) but I knew she could keep the secret. The next morning we decided we would ask my mom to go on walk and I'd tell her then. I was sick all day with fear. It was like pulling teeth to get my mom to go on a walk with us that day. Eventually she agreed.. we got about half way done with our walk and I knew I had to do it. I started breathing heavy and my heart was racing. I felt like I was going to pass out. At one point she said something like "wow are you that out of breath from this walk?" eventually we stopped to turn around and I just said "mom... I need to tell you something" my voice was shaking and I was basically already crying. She knew it was bad, she started to get angry like "what... oh no" and I just said "I'm pregnant."

She freaked out of course, said some choice words I'm sure she would regret now. She was crying at this point too, and the angriest I've ever seen. I ran home, she stopped at the neighbors house, one of her best friends. She told me I had to tell my dad and I was refusing and I asked her not to tell him. I ran into my room sobbing, texting my then boyfriend telling him what was going on. I heard my mom come home and my dad. Then I heard my dad yell for me. My heart sank.

I went out the hall, both my parents standing there. My mom says "tell him" and he says "tell me what. Is she pregnant?!" He was already furious, his voice shaking. I just said yes. He started screaming, saying he was going after my boyfriend. Attempted to break the front door off the hinges as he was leaving to supposedly go after my boyfriend who was still working.

I ran back to my room absolutely sobbing, texting my boyfriend and his mom, and my best friend. The cops were called to my boyfriends work to make sure my dad didn't come and literally kill him.. my dad ended up coming back only a few minutes later. The cops were eventually called again to our house to make sure he wasn't going after him. Things were bad that day.

I wasn't allowed to see my boyfriend for a week after that. My entire pregnancy was a constant battle of wanting to see him, wanting to be allowed to stay the night with him (only happened a handful of times, he got his own apartment shortly after I got pregnant.), and wanting to marry him. I wanted to be with him more than anything, but I didn't want to hurt my mom even more by constantly fighting with her.

Eventually my baby shower came around, I was only a month away from giving birth, i was on homebound (teacher would come to me) until after the baby was born. I told (asked, but told) my mom after the baby shower I was moving in with him and that was that. I did the night of.

After we had the baby, of course everyone fell in love. My mom was head over heels. Things were good. A month later was my 18th birthday, finally. 2 days after, we had our wedding (which was planned in about 2 weeks lol.) I graduated high school.

Fast forward to now, we've been together almost 4 years, our little baby is now 2 years old, and we just had our second little boy. 💙💙💙 I would never recommend being a teen Mom. It doesn't work out for most relationships. But we were truly meant to be. 💙💖 Good luck to any teen mom's, you can do anything!💛