It was during the record-breaking rainstorm of 1961 in the small town of Castle Rock, and in the back of Eyeball Chambers beat up Ford convertible, that a life was created.

"I love you..." Lydia had whispered to him that night after they had made love in the backseat of his car, her soft lips forming into a smile. It was true, it had only taken a month for her to completely fall in love with him.

She sat next to him, naked. A pendant with what looked like the Virgin Mary hung between her bare breasts, his denim jacket covered her nude lower half. Rain pelted against the vehicle, Eyeball's heart thumped at a relaxing pace, lulling her into a sense of overwhelming calm as she rested her head against his shirtless chest.

Eyeball just smiled, reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out his creased pack of smokes. He offered her one first, it was only gentlemanly.

She took one from the pack, reaching through to the front of the vehicle, grabbing the zippo lighter off the dashboard. It bothered her a little that he didn't say it back, but she pushed those thoughts it away. She didn't want to ruin the moment.

Even though he wanted to say it back, he just couldn't. Eyeball didn't think he would or ever could be capable of loving someone. His parents did a good job of showing him that love wasn't real, and this girl he was having a fling with—it didn't matter if she knew him as long as she did—couldn't change his mind about love if she tried.

He couldn't fall in love with her, even though he knew he felt different about her than the other girls that kept him company. He shouldn't have even been spending any time with her really, just because his main girl Mary and him were fighting and on a break didn't make whatever he and Lydia were doing okay.

It didn't help that she was cousins with his kid brother's best friend either.

This was the last time he'd ever see her, he decided. This would be the last night he'd spend with her.

Or so he thought.

Little did he know, he would see her again. Months later, she'd show up at his doorstep and he'd find out the hard truth.

That he was going to be a father at the age of eighteen.