The One

  From the night of our first kiss, we were together from that point on.  We lived 30 minutes away from each other and both were working full time. He was also attending fire fighter school.  From the start, it was so easy and natural.  It was a nice change of pace, as there was a 6 year age difference from my ex to him.  He made me feel at ease, comfortable with myself.  He was sweet, caring, supportive, kind and loved me like I loved him.  There was never a trust issue or the feelings like I had in past relationships.  We started dating in March and I met his family for the first time in April.  They have always been so great to me, and I immediately felt at home.  They have always treated me like I was one of their own.  It didn't take too long before I opened up about my past to my fiance. He has always been very supportive and understanding.  After two months of living away, I moved in with some roommates, in the town where he lived.  
  After dating for four months, (yes only 4) he proposed!!!  I was shocked and ecstatic!  Of course our families were surprised, and some of them concerned we were rushing things.  But mostly they shared in our excitement.  We decided on a July wedding and began to make plans.   About 4 months later, after we had found a venue and set the date, I started feeling extremely sick at my first week of training for my new job.  They ended up sending me home and letting me know we were not allowed to miss any training days, so this couldn't happen again.  The rest of the day, I went on to feel better.  The next morning at training, same time, sick again.  Hmmm, what is going on?  We went out to dinner that weekend with his parents, a late celebratory engagement dinner.  I felt so queasy during dinner, but attributed it to the shrimp I had tried.  When we got home I realized, oh my gosh, I'M LATE!
  I told my fiance and we decided to go get a pregnancy test.  The test said most accurate in the mornings, but I couldn't wait until morning to find out.  I went in my bathroom alone and took the test.  Before I could stand up, there was a bright positive!  Holy *$#%!  As I walk out of the bedroom, test in shaking hands, I tell him.....IT'S POSITIVE!  As he hugs me, we are both immediately overcome with happiness and excitement.  Then (for me anyways) follows fear, shock, and worry.  How will we pay for this?  Am I even capable of giving this child the life it deserves?  I had no medical insurance at the time.  I was only 19 years old, what will my parents say? And even more, what will his parents say??