We contacted social services, who told us Zach couldn’t do this alone. But he insisted, saying, “I’m ready.” Over the next…

One day, my 15-year-old son Zach texted me from school, asking me to pick him up—something serious had happened. When he got in the car, he barely looked at me, his hands trembling. I asked if he’d gotten in trouble, but he said, “It’s not about me. It’s about her.” That’s when I learned that Zach had become a dad.