Lady Racer

Chapter 23

"Dad, can we talk?" I ask nervously. It was now the next day. I woke up puking again but luckily my dad was still asleep. I had all night to process it and now it was time to tell my dad and Noah before they figure it out. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's not like I chose this to happen. I didn't want to be pregnant at 17.

"Sure sweetie. Is something wrong?" He asks me. He shows signs of concern on his face.

"Yes and no. Just come out to the living room please." I tell him and he nods. He follows me out to where mom already is. She told me she'd be here for support and she is. My dad looks over to my mom to study her but she doesn't give away anything. Mom gives me a nod to go. I've rehearsed what I was going to say over and over but my mind went blank when i started to say it so I just blurted it all out. "I've been feeling sick and tired lately and then yesterday I started throwing up. I just thought it was the burger I ate but mom got me two tests and they were both positive. I'm p-pregnant." I stuttered a bit on that word. It sounds so foreign to come off my tongue.

"You're pregnant?!" He asks in a loud voice. He's getting mad, but I don't think he understands how I got pregnant.

"Someone's pregnant? Who?" I turn around to see Noah running into the room. "Am I going to be a big brother?" He asks again and looks at mom.

"More like uncle." I mutter but he still hears.

"Blake? You're pregnant?" He asks and I nod. He whispers a word but no one can make it out. I was looking at his lips so I saw what he asked. Weston? I shake my head to him and he instantly understands. He's by my side and wrapping me in his arms.

"You're happy she is pregnant?" My dad asks to either Noah or mom. I couldn't tell. He still thinks I chose to get pregnant.

"Of course they aren't happy. I'm not happy. Are you forgetting about what happened 7 weeks ago? When I was found with ripped clothes? I guess we got our answers about what happened that night because it's now growing in my stomach." I say in a pretty loud voice to my dad. He can't get mad at me over this. It's not my fault.

"Oh." Is all he says as he's thinking. "Oh! Blake, honey, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have got mad. Im not mad at you. I just- you're my baby girl and thinking about you now having a baby yourself, I was mad at myself. Im still mad at myself for not protecting you that night and letting some sick bastard do this to my baby girl. I love you so much, all of you kids. We had all of you at a young age, it was difficult but we made it. You will be a great mom, -if that's what you choose to be." He said the last part of the sentence quickly after the other.

"I'm not killing the baby. I couldn't. Just because it is half of that dick, it's still half of me. I couldn't kill my own baby. I wouldn't be able to place it for adoption after having it grow in me for 9 months either. I'm already sort of attached." That was the truth. I don't like abortion, I would never tell someone not to have it done since it's their body but this is my body, I couldn't abort a baby.

"I'm proud of you sweetie. You are already acting mature about this and I know you will be a great mother. You've always had a way with babies." My mom says with a smile. I still see that she has tears in her eyes but at least she is not sobbing like last night.

"Yeah sis, you've always loved babies, you will be so good with your own." Noah says and I finally let out a smile. I think I will be okay. My family supports me and already seems to want this baby. We will be fine.

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I lean up to flush the toilet once more. This thing has basically became my pillow. I haven't been able to be away from the bathroom for 10 minutes before I have the urge to throw up again. It's been almost a week since I've got any sleep or left the house. My mom has been staying home with me, trying all different kinds of foods and liquids that I should be able to keep down. None have really been working. Even water gets thrown up within the hour of me drinking it.