A/N: Hey y'all! It's me with another fic! Sorry I haven't been on very much. I just started college and I'm kind of busy with schoolwork and on top of that, Jimmy (my laptop) is broken, so I have limited computer access (doing this from the computer lab).
I'll alternate between updating this fic and Black Paper Moon :3 So be on a lookout for a new chapter of that soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. I own Greg. Jane actually belongs to Victor.
Greg held the door open for his girlfriend, Jane. They had just come back from yet another date at their favorite restaurant and arrived at his apartment moments later. He was a twenty three year old college grad and she was an eighteen year old freshman. They met at a bar around the area about two months ago.
"Damn…" Greg groaned, staring at his watch. "It's late…wanna…spend the night?" He winked at Janeand took her into his arms, kissing her.
She pushed him away, shaking her head. "I…don't feel like it…"
"That's a lie…" Greg scoffed, giggling.
"No. I mean it. I just don't want to."
She sighed and stared at her feet. "I….I…."
Greg froze in his spot, absolutely stunned. "Y…you're…what?"
"I'm pregnant, Greg! A-And…and it's yours…" She started to sob immediately, turning away from him in shame.
He still refused to move, even breathe. "Wh-What do you plan to do…"
"I-I don't know…"
He sighed and sat on the little couch, his head in his hands. He knew something like this would happen. He knew dating a younger girl would get him in trouble. He knew what would happen if he continued to see her. His parents would force him to marry her. He didn't know if he loved her or not. It was too soon for that. His mind was racing now. But then he thought differently. It would be cruel to leave his child without a father. And besides, he'd always wanted to have a family, of course he thought he'd be having one a lot later in life.
"So…" he started. "Do you…wanna keep it?"
She shifted uncomfortably and joined him on the couch. "U-Um…my friend was gonna take me down to Planned Parenthood and we were gonna…you know….get rid of the problem."
He shook his head, darting straight up, glaring at her. "The problem? That 'problem' is our son or daughter!"
"But Greg….I'm eighteen. I just started college. If we have this baby, I'd have to drop out, you'd have to work even harder…we can just get rid of it now."
"Sacrifices we have to make for our child. I'll gladly take on another job, longer shifts. I'd do anything for my baby."
Jane glared at him and stood up suddenly as well. "Your baby? Last time I checked, it's in my body, I'll do what I want with it."
He was out of options. "What do you want, Jane? What will make you realize that this baby needs to live? I'll marry you. I'll work extra hard. I'll pay for everything. Just please….let's have our baby…"
Jane's cheeks flushed red. Marriage? She'd always dreamed of getting married. Greg made good money. He was willing to give anything. "I…..yes. Yes, I'll marry you, Greg. I'll marry you and we'll have this baby."
He smiled and sighed with relief, hugging her tightly, "I promise you won't regret this."
She just nodded, hugging him back. This would be easier than she thought.
Nine months later, the newly wed Jane Vincent gave birth to a son. The boy was so little and fragile and sickly. He'd been in her arms for twenty minutes and was still crying. Greg Vincent looked at the tiny child in his wife's arms. He felt awful seeing the child so upset and sick. He wanted to do something, but it was useless.
"Why won't he stop crying?" Jane asked, panic lining her voice.
"I don't know why….he just is…"
A doctor soon came into the little room, staring at the tiny, sobbing baby. "Mrs. Vincent, we're going to need to keep him in the ICU for some time. He's a bit underdeveloped."
She fearfully looked down at the infant in her arms. Those teary emerald eyes stared at her and pierced her heart. This was her son. Hers and no one else's.
"If you're ready I can take-"
"James…..his name is James."
"Alright then. I'll take James to the ward in a few minutes. You can spend a little more time with him now."
Jane nodded and held her son gently but still close to her. "Poor baby…"
"James?" Greg asked, wondering where the name came from.
"It's one of the ones we thought of. James Anthony."
"James Anthony Vincent. Sounds beautiful."
A nurse soon arrived for the child, taking him from Jane's arms. She watch miserably as her son was carried away. All she could recall now was his little angel face that seemed to know exactly who she was.
This was the beginning for James Vincent.
A/N: Baby JimJam!
So yeah! Trust me, it'll liven up quickly XD Hope you enjoy!