Welcome to the final chapter of Another Teen Pregnancy. It's been quite a long journey to get to this point and I want to thank each and every one of you for sticking to it. I know it could not have been easy.

Anywayyyyyy enjoy :)

(November 26, 2015 - 36 weeks)

Austin's POV

Almost instantaneously, my rage turns into panic. Then excitement. Then rage again... Then panic again... Ally still has a month to go. What does that mean for our son? Trish's eyes make contact with mine and we both know what the other one is thinking. I pull my keys out of my pocket and rush to my car, Trish following. I gulp as I slam the door next to me and shove the keys into the ignition. My hand shakes as it starts the car. "Trish..." Hesitation fills my voice. "I-I can't do this."

"Austin, now is not the time to get cold feet! You're about to become a father!"

The word father begins to echo through my subconscious which makes me completely freeze. I can't even talk. Sure, I've come to terms with the fact that I was going to be a dad over the last couple of months, but with it actually about to happen, it makes me realize that I'm not ready. I'm not ready to be responsible for a tiny human being. And I'm not ready to face it alone. I want to be by Ally's side the whole time. But... I can't.

I hear Trish's exasperated voice as her hand flies out in front of me. "Austin, get out. I'm driving." With one little nod, I open the door and trade spots with her. As she begins to pull out of her driveway, she glances over at my blank face. "It's going to be okay, Austin. Just breathe. They're both going to be fine." I do as she says and take a deep breath as I close my eyes. So many different thoughts are racing through my head. I'm about to have a son. Ally is going to give birth to our child. Obviously, I want to be there with her and for her. But, what's that going to be like? I literally just told her that I want nothing to do with her. But I know for a fact that once I get in there and I see her face, I'm going to melt. But, I have to stay strong, right? I have to comfort her and hold her hand and all that so that my son will come out happy and healthy, right? Ugh, but the aftermath is going to be so difficult. To try and plan out when I can see him and take care of him. She's not going to let me do it often. Odds are, she's going to make up a million different excuses so that she'll have more time with him. But why shouldn't she? She's the one who's been carrying him around for nine months.

I'm a mess. This is all so screwed up.

"Trish?" I say just loudly enough to where she can hear me.

Her head jerks over to me then back at the road. "Hm?"

"Should I forgive her?"

Ally's POV

"Okay, Ally. Just breathe. There's no reason for us to rush this, alright." My dad says over and over again to try and compensate for how he feels. I roll my eyes almost every time he says it, though I'm screaming my head off on the inside. I'm scared to death. The contractions are a different feeling than what I was expecting and it's freaking me out that he's going to be a month early. Is everything going to be alright? Is he going to be healthy?

More than anything I wish Austin were here instead of my dad. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad so much! But, it's just weird. This isn't how I imagined it. This isn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be eating pizza or some other crap with Austin, when my water would break and he would rush me to the hospital, never letting go of my hand and kissing my forehead constantly. I would whine and complain about how much it hurt and he would reassure me that everything was going to be worth it. He would cheer me on as I pushed for the last time and then smile with me as we both looked down at our precious baby boy. He would tell me how proud he was of me, looking at me with his big, brown eyes, melting me to the core. Everything would be perfect. It would be the three of us against the world.

My eyes begin to feel that familiar burn as tears stroke down my face. Why couldn't it be like that?

Dad restarts his timer, rushing over to my side once again. "Oh, no, honey! Your contractions are already 5 minutes apart!" He takes my arm and tries to get me off the couch. "We have to get you to the hospital!"

I scrunch up my face with irritation and wipe off my cheeks, pulling myself out of his grasp. "No, dad, stop. I'm fine. That's wasn't a contraction. I'm just... sad."

He breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness!" His hand covers his mouth. "I-I mean-"

"Can you just leave me alone? I'll let you know when I have another one, okay?"

He nods and walks over to the kitchen without saying a word.

I'm so overwhelmed with everything going on. I can't wrap my brain around it. I can't get my feelings straight. What's going to happen to the baby? What's going to happen to Austin and I? My breaths start to become short and fast. I try to stand up, but then everything goes black.

Austin's POV

Before Trish even has the chance to park the car, I hurriedly pull at the handle and run towards the hospital entrance. My body almost gets crushed by the rotating doors, but I still manage to slip through. I gulp as I walk up to the lady at the front desk. My hands are sweaty and my throat is as dry as a bone. "I-I'm here to see someone." I barely am able to say that.

She scoots closer to the desk and starts to move the computer mouse. "Name?"

"Austin Moon." She looks up at me blankly. "Oh, you mean her name." My hand automatically flies up to my head and combs my hair out of nervousness. "Heh, right. Ally Dawson. Well, her full name is Allyson Gertrude Dawson but-"

"Austin!" I hear a voice yell out.

I turn around to find a concerned Trish, followed by an unconscious Ally being pushed in a wheelchair by her dad. My heart slams down into my stomach and anxiety begins to fill my entire self. I bolt over to them and follow the rush that her dad is in. "Mr. Dawson?" I choke out.

"Not now, Austin!" He yells, pushing me behind him. Trish catches up to me as I watch Lester interact nervously with the lady and push Ally behind closing doors.

We stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity. My head is spinning and it won't stop. I've spent the last 30 minutes going back and forth about whether I should forgive Ally or not. I've spent the last 30 minutes trying to convince myself how I needed to push Ally away. And now, here I am, devastated that I spent the last 30 minutes thinking about that, when I should have spent it with her and loving her. Shit. I can't muster up even one word. I'm freaking scared out of my mind. What the hell happened? "...Trish?"

Her face shows just as much heartbreak as mine does. "I don't know..."

We've been waiting for over two hours. Not one person has bothered to even acknowledge us and it's really starting to piss me off. The love of my life is in one of those rooms, in labor and unconscious. I couldn't stop myself from pacing back and forth. Luckily, Dez showed up about 30 minutes ago with some coffee and donuts. After I finish the last bite of my strawberry frosted donut, I decide that enough is enough. I stomp over to the front and slam my fist on the desk. "Okay, listen, lady! I need to know-"

"Austin."

I turn around, seeing an annoyed expression on Lester's face as he pokes out of the door. He motions for me. I awkwardly smile at the woman and rush over to Lester. "Is Ally okay? Is the baby okay? What happened?" I say almost in one word.

He inhales, trying to say something, but keeps getting cut off by me. Finally his hand slashes the air, making me shut up. "Everything's fine now. She just had a little fainting spell."

"Fainting spell? Why would she-"

"The doctor said it was due to too much stress."

Man, why did everything has to be ruined? Why couldn't I have been there for her? It freaking sucks that all that stress was probably because of me. She needed me. And I just turned my back on her like she was garbage. Like she hadn't been my world since the beginning of our friendship. Both my hands grab the back of my neck as I blow out a sigh. "Can I see her?"

Lester's mouth slants, wanting to tell me differently than what I already know he's going to say. "I don't think that's a good idea. She doesn't even know you're here yet. I think it'll just offset everything right now."

Of course I understand. I do not want to add more stress on her. But...

I feel a hand slide over my shoulder and down my back. "Why don't we go get some pancakes?" Trish says in the most motherly way. She can tell that this whole thing is really getting to me. I nod as I follow her and Dez out into the parking lot.

"Buddy, you gotta eat!" Dez yells, trying to shove a bite of banana nut pancakes down my throat.

I grunt as I push his hand away from my mouth. They're both starting to make me feel claustrophobic. "Would you guys just quit?!"

Trish sighs. "Austin, we're just trying to h-"

"I know, I know. I appreciate it, but stop treating me like I'm a little kid! I'm fine." I stab my fork into the pancake, drown it in syrup and aggressively start chewing. "Just leave me alone."

"Well stop acting like a little kid, sheesh!" Dez's hand flies up into the air, full of emotion.

I roll my eyes and then hear my phone buzz against the booth. "It's Lester." I say, grabbing it so fast, it fumbles out of my hand. "Is everything okay?" I answer.

"Y-yeah, more than okay! You need to get down here now, though. He's already crowned!"

My eyes stare blankly out the window into the night as I end the call. Trish's head starts to move into my view. "What's up? Is something wrong?"

"He... He's coming." I barely manage to get out.

Dez jolts with excitement. "Well then what are we doing still sitting here?! Holy crap you're about to be a dad!"

The three of us rush out to the car and race back towards the hospital. We run about 4 red lights and almost hit a raccoon. We end up hitting a stand-still caused by a stupid wreck. I can't believe this! I'm going to miss my son's birth! I won't be able to hold Ally's hand or cheer her on or even hear his cry for the first time. This freaking sucks! I lay on my horn as millions of thoughts pass through my brain. We're about a mile and a half away from the hospital. I could totally run that. "You gotta take the wheel!" I say to Trish as I jerk the handle back to open the door.

"Wh-what?!"

"I can't miss this, Trish!" I take off running and I swear I've never run this fast in my life.

I finally arrive after 15 minutes. I pant like a dog as I ask for Ally Dawson's room, but they won't let me back there. They won't tell me why, though. They just keep telling me I can't go back there. I'm starting to lose my mind. Why the hell can't I go see her? Why can't I be in the room when my child is born? I start to pace back and forth once again. I don't know any other way to get my stress out. I think I really am starting to have a panic attack. I can't handle this! I need to see her!

Trish and Dez show up a couple minutes after a lady tells me to sit down. They both sit next to me and try to comfort me, but it doesn't work. Nothing will work. I just need to know that she's okay.

10 more agonizing minutes pass by and a doctor comes out with Lester slowly following behind, his face soaked with tears. What the hell?

"Austin Moon?"

I stand up so fast I don't even notice the sound of my phone dropping to the floor. I look at the doctor, then behind him, noticing Lester's curled up body, then back at the doctor. "Yes?"

"You have a son! 6 pounds and 2 ounces! He just needs to stay in the NICU for a bit since he was 4 weeks early."

My smile grows the size of my face as I hear the cheers of Trish and Dez behind me. But then... it dulls. I look at Lester again. Why is he crying? There's something that he's not telling me. "What about Ally? Is she okay?" The moment I asked this question, I knew the answer would be life changing.

He takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry to say but... Ally passed after the delivery."

The room becomes blurry and pitch black all at the same time. I can't feel the floor underneath my feet or hear the rest of the words coming out of this guy's mouth. I can't move. I can't speak. I can't breathe. Ally. Is dead... My heart feels like it's about to rip out in my chest. I finally start to gain feeling back in my boby as my right hand goes straight to my hair to push it back. My breaths start to come back as well, being deep, but also shallow. I fumble back into the chair I was sitting in only moments ago with such high hopes and place both my hands on my forehead and stare at the floor. How do I move on from this? She died... thinking that I hated her. Thinking that we could never have a future. Thinking that her son wouldn't have a father. Her son...

(January 16, 2022)

Austin's POV

I jerk awake from the sound of my son screaming from across the hall. I whine from irritation, turning onto my other side and rubbing her back as gently as I could. "It's your turn."

"Austin, I've been taking care of him for the last 3 hours." She mumbles. "It's your turn."

I sit up straight and turn on the lamp beside our bed. "Wait, what?" Her head turns and faces me with her eyes scrunched up from the light. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"It looked like you were having dreams and I didn't want to disturb you." She's too sweet for her own good.

"Ally, believe me, that was a horrible dream." I say with wide eyes.

"What happened?" I sit there and stare at her face for a good while. She's so perfect. She's loving and kind and absolutely beautiful in every way. Not just her outward appearance, but her whole attitude and the way she looks at life with such joy. I can't even imagine what my life would be like if that dream were at all true. I'm proud to call her my baby mama, my wife, and my best friend. She smiles, slightly confused. "Austin?"

"It's not important." I say, kissing her forehead and sliding out of bed. I slowly creep into my son's bedroom and begin to quietly sshh. "Hey, Noah. What's up, buddy?" I say, carefully scooping him up into my arms and bouncing him back and forth. "Man, I just had a crazy dream. Your mom and I were actually expecting you when we were only 17! That's a no no, Noah James. You are not to get a girl pregnant when you're that young." I wag my finger jokingly in his face as he starts to calm down. "Anyway..."

And scene!

Thank you guys so much for reading my stories! This is most likely my last one so I gotta be sentimental. It's been a heck of an adventure with lots of ups and downs. I met my best friend because of this sight and I also got to make relationships with other people too. I've read some pretty incredible stories over these past 5 years and some pretty bad ones too. :) I am truly honored that I got to be a part of this fandom. I will look back on these years with so many happy memories. Austin & Ally will literally be in my heart forever. Like. Ever.

I love you guys so much! Thank you again!