The Forbidden Baby

I was laying in bed when I really thought about Marc and me.
Marc was my teacher and about eight years older then me which would soon be seven years in four days.
His sister was only three years older until my birthday.
She could have been my friend in high school.
On the subject of him being my old teacher it was odd. He could get fired and get sent to jail. Although I was eighteen and I could argue the point that I was of age of being an adult.
I almost forgot that Maybell had turned one already too.
For her birthday I made her a small cake which her and I ate together.
She was starting to get teeth and she was whiny about it.
I got her teething rings.
She liked her pink one best.
Marc and I still weren't talking for the time being.
Dylan called me to see how Maybell was doing from time to time.
He always asked if I wanted to go out with his friends again.
I readily declined each time.
Plus I had better things to do.
I started a bank account because I started a job.
I was working at a local pizza place.
Taking orders and serving up platters.
All my free time was devoted to Maybell and that.
I took all the hours I could.
I was going to make enough to get out of my fathers house.
Even if I wouldn't be able to feed myself, I would get out.
But until then I worked.
I would come home late, fall asleep in school, hang out with Maybell for a while then go to work.
On my days off I studied or taught Maybell new things.
She just about got the hang of walking.
I was sitting at home one day and I was cooing to her from the other side of my room and she got up and clumsily walked over to me.
I cried so hard when she fell into me.
It was all too much.
How was I going to handle all her accomplishments when I was really alone?