It's been four months, one week, two days, and nine hours since I found out Guest was pregnant. Since the two lines glared up at us from the many tests she insisted she take.

All it took was one accidental mention to Andrew for all of Tommen to find out. Which meant it got back to her parents and mine. To say my parents, Johnny and Shannon Kavanagh, took the news that their seventeen year old son got his girlfriend pregnant badly would be an understatement, but it was nothing compared to how Guest's parents took it.

She showed up to my door, nose bleeding, a nasty black eye, and a large limp in her left leg (which we later found out to be broken), and a packed bag. My mam, despite the news, brought her in immediately and set her up in the guest room across the hall from mine. My Da, of course, insisted on getting the gardai involved, and Guest, of course, refused, not wanting to make a fuss. Though, my Da did anyway.

So, here we are now, four months later. Guest has been living with us, my parents absolutely refusing to let her go back to that house after what happened, and I'm not complaining. My parents have come around on the idea of having a grandchild, especially my mam, despite the fact we're both only seventeen and still at Tommen. She's already treated like part of the family. My Da's even developed a soft spot for her. I asked him about it, and he said that Guest reminded him of my mam.

We're sitting in the living room watching a rugby match on TV. My Mam and Da are sitting on the couch, Caoimhe, my ten year old sister, wedged between them, eating one of Grandma Edel's scones. My fifteen year old brother, Connor, and his girlfriend, Bethany Gibson, are in the kitchen, making a mess from the sound of it. Claire and Gerard Gibson, my parents' best friends from high school, sit on the couch next to my parents.