One cloudy day, just like most, Whitney and Jordan were talking about what Whitney would do with the baby.
"I guess I want to put the baby up for adoption, I just can't raise it myself, financially, physically or emotionally. I really don't want my baby to end up in the wrong hands though. I want to know the parent personally and get to see my baby frequently," said Whitney.
"Yeah, I agree. You would want someone who knows about taking care of a baby. Who are you thinking about?" replied Jordan.
"Well, I was thinking about my aunt and uncle, but they live so far away. I wish that somehow they could be closer," said Whitney with a sigh. "If that doesn't work out, I have no backup plan."
"Hey, what if I took care of the baby? Well I mean not just me, my family. We would raise it like a member of our family. My parents both are doctors, I'm sure we could handle it," persuaded Jordan.
"No, I couldn't let you take all of that responsibility. Your parents need to work, they can't do it. And you need to be at school," replied Whitney, not really thinking he was serious.
"No, I'm serious. Labron and April, my older twin siblings, work at home. April is a fashion designer, and she does drawings. Labron is a financial advisor. They're both 26, I'm sure they could do the job, but I'd have to ask first."
"That would be really nice, you really ARE serious. If that works out, that would I would be so grateful. Although, I'm not going to get my hopes up that it will work out. Thank you!" Whitney managed to pull a weak smile. Jordan gave a little nod.
"Well, I better get home to do homework and study for the big Chemistry test on Wednsday. I'll catch ya later," said Jordan. "Oh and, I'll do my best to help you out. Don't worry" Whitney and Jordan went their separate ways from that.
To be continued...
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