The worst thing about a situation is the waiting, knowing you can't do anything and you have to rely on somebody else hoping they will do their best. I sat down in the kitchen and was ordered to eat the casserole whilst I was joined with my dad and we sat anxiously for a phone call from either Charlotte or Mum to give us an update, and finally it came. Almost knocking him from his chair I leaned over and answered demanding to know what was happening. "She's going to be fine." An unconvincing mum revealed. I could tell from her tone that everything wasn't fine, but my fingers were crossed for the best possible outcome. Later on that evening, I sat on the balcony of our small cottage type house and waited to see some headlights appear up our driveway, although instead I noticed my boyfriend stamping out a cigarette and updating his fragrance before knocking on the door. I sighed, as delighted as I was with his presence I'd rather it was mum, or Charlotte. I allowed my dad to answer the door and soon I was greeted with a cuddle from behind, my favorite. Taking in his scent I buried my head into the shoulder whilst he began to comfort me unsure of the problem. "She had the baby." I told him eventually, as a light bulb managed to flicker in his mind. "Early." I continued as the light bulb burst into a bright light. "Ah, I'm sure everything will be alright." He started as I questioned him, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" I began as he nodded, understanding how worried I was. "I was born early, and I turned out ok." He reassured me. "Well..." I teased, managing to break into a smile. We spent around thirty minutes sitting in the silence whilst we both tried to figure out the best thing to say. "Would you lighten up?" He smiled slightly, the long drawn breathes were indicating he was very bored with my company. "How about I take you out somewhere?" He suggested. My eyes flew across the room matching his. "Are you crazy? What if my Mum rings?" I exclaimed as his macho man like figure shrank. "Sorry." I whispered feeling unhappy with the way I spoke, his puppy dog eyes pulling every heart string I had.  "I understand, you're stressed." He said, very mellow and sat back on my bed fiddling with the feathers in the fully plumped pillows. I stood up, feeling the sudden pins and needles rushing to my feet from sitting on the balcony; I hobbled over to the bed sitting in front of him playing with the draw strings on his hooded jacket. I watched his lips; they were so pink and soft, drawing attention. After scraping my teeth across mine, I took a breath and lent forward pressing the two together, as I felt his reaction, when his mouth opened and caught mine, his tender mouth leading mine as we continued to share a beautiful moment I'd never discovered with anybody else. I'd kissed other boys, but never with passion and intensity had this. After swallowing the saliva we seemed to exchange I felt a usual substance in my mouth, and then I realised it was his tongue. My eyes clenched shut unable to feel comfortable with the situation, I pulled back seeing the confusion is Dales eyes I felt such a fool. "What's wrong?" He asked, unable to see a problem. After all, he was older than me standing at seventeen and had more experience. Before we decided to enter a committed relationship he admitted he had been sexually active. "What were you doing?" I asked as he seemed more than confused. "I was just shocked when you used your tongue." I admitted, and he seemed rather disappointed. "What are you going to be like when someone else gets in there?" He said with a mischievous grin, which enlarged once I'd realised what he was referring too. "Oh, I didn't think..." I began as he interrupted. "Really? It's what couples do, what we should do." He informed me as I nodded and crossed my legs on the bed withdrawing myself from him. The awkward remainder of the time we spent together that night was shortly interrupted by headlights indicating that mum was home. I jumped from the bed, and sprinted down the stairs like a marathon runner heading to the finishing line. "How is she?" I asked bouncing around her feet waiting for an answer. "She's in intensive care, but the way things are going she'll be home very quickly."  She sounded pretty chirpy, and upbeat which was the best thing I needed to hear. "Do you have pictures?" I asked as I watched her take it from her pocket, I switched on the camera and began to look at the photographs, my smile growing the more I looked. I sat thinking about how I could welcome the newest addition into the family and then an idea struck me. I burst into my bedroom pulling out my glue and glitter, card and my laptop. "What are you doing?" an unsettled Dale asked as I brought out some paint brushes and newspaper laying everything on my desk. "Making a present for Amelia!" I announced my tone full of excitement, my eyes full of creativity. "Who?" He asked very confused. "The baby!" I giggled as he smiled and walked over to me helping me paint. I decided to make a scrapbook, to fill with photographs of her and our family. After sketching her name, I began to get the paintbrush, handing Dale one as we both chose different colours and began. "This will look fantastic." I told him, fantasising about Charlotte's face once handed the gift. Once her name was painted, I left Dale to start with the glitter whilst I connected my laptop to the family printer and began printing images that mum took, and cut them out. I began putting together the pages of a scrap book with little cut out plastic wallets for the photographs to slot into. I then started decorating each page handing some to Dale once I'd sketched out what I wanted. Drawings of a pram, balloons, teddies, pacifiers. It was coming together nicely, and the excitement just continued to build once it was completed. "Thank you." I told him, praising him with a kiss upon his soft snow white cheek before I ran downstairs to show off my new creation.