My Boyfriend's Plan Disappointed Me

"Jenny, please, let's keep the baby."

Brian gripped my hand, dropping to one knee, "We can get married next month, okay? Please don't go through with the abortion."

Bystanders started watching the drama unfold, and the nurse rolled her eyes, calling the next name.

I never expected Brian to make a scene like this in public.

"This guy looks pretty sincere, and he's quite the looker too. Why would she want an abortion?"

"Who knows, maybe the kid isn't his. He could just be stepping in."

...

I shot a glare at a few busybodies and yanked my hand away from Brian, heading back home.

My mom noticed my troubled expression and quickly came over, "Did something happen at school?"

I couldn't hold back anymore and hugged her, burying my face in her shoulder, and starting to cry softly.

"What's going on? Did you and Brian have a fight?"

My heart clenched. I hesitated whether to tell her everything but then she continued, "Brian's a good boy, your father and I have seen that. You've been coddled a bit too much by us, honey. Every couple has their ups and downs, sometimes you've got to learn to temper your reactions a bit."

I had to admit, that my parents saw Brian as an ideal son-in-law. He was well-educated, had integrity, and was always considerate towards me.

But who could have predicted he would change so drastically a few years down the line?

Would my mom believe me if I shared what I went through in my past life?

I nodded, "I got it, Mom. Don't worry about me and Brian."

For dinner, Mom asked Dad to pick up some of my favorite dishes.

During dinner, Dad talked about a recent fishing trip with Brian, laughing, "I thought the younger generation lacked patience, but Brian really surprised me with his calm."

Brian had certainly put in the effort to impress my parents, which was why they agreed to let me marry him while I was still studying, and they even agreed to help us out with the baby.

I grabbed my phone and rescheduled my appointment.

Early the next morning, Brian stood at the door with an armful of health supplements.

"Jenny, you—"

My mom's voice caught up from behind.

"Brian's here, come on in."

"Nice of you to drop by, but why all the goodies?"

"Mrs. Kidwall, Jenny's pregnant. I brought these to help keep her strength up."

As he spoke, my mom stopped in her tracks, stunned, and my dad, who was changing shoes at the door, also froze for a few seconds.

I shot Brian a sharp look; he was clearly trying to use my parents as mediators.

"Mr. Kidwall, Mrs. Kidwall, don't worry, I'll take full responsibility for Jenny."

"I've already called my mom, she's on her way here now."

"I know this is sudden, but since Jenny's already pregnant, we need to start thinking about the wedding sooner rather than later."

My parents exchanged a glance, remaining silent.

I knew that for them, the idea of a premarital pregnancy conflicted with the image of Brian they had in their minds.

In my past life, my parents were also worried when they found out I was pregnant, since neither Brian nor I had graduated yet; having a baby at that time really seemed imprudent. But back then, I had been brainwashed by Brian, and my parents eventually relented.

My mom looked up at me, "Jenny, what do you think?"

"Mom, I believe education should come first. We can think about these other things in a few more years."

"Jenny," Brian said, his eyes lighting up, a suave smile on his face, "Didn't you mention wanting to marry me soon? This baby could be our little miracle."

"Plus, you're in a relaxed program. Having a baby now would be much easier than trying to juggle it with a full-time job later on."