Winding Roads (BWWM)

Chapter Eighteen

Brielle~ August: Three Months Pregnant

I have yet to truly speak to my parents since everything that happened. If it weren't for Daxton being on a first name basis with my OB-GYN, I wouldn't talk to him either. I barely have been. Once we got back home, he drove me to my parents' house where I packed the last of my belongings. Brooklyn and I were going to move in together but it didn't make sense with her moving to England for the rest of summer and then living on campus when she returned. 

Daxton wanted me to move in with him but I refused. I have my own two-bedroom condo near the building I used to live in with Gen. It didn't make sense to move further away because my job was closer to it. Spain was tough! We went, I stayed with Catalina and refused to talk to Daxton. It almost worked, until I needed sex or food. Other than that, I barely spoke to him. I mean, if my hormones weren't so whacky, I wouldn't speak to him at all. Realistically, it's like he barely exists to me. I only call him when I get random cravings, need to cry, have a good day, have a bad day, miss him, or if I'm super horny. I mean, I used to call him because I missed the sound of his voice, but not anymore. 

Ugh! Pregnancy has made me ridiculous. 

This baby already has a favorite parent. I hate it. Why can't the baby be on my side and be angry with him. Okay, yes, he's apologized multiple times. He's explained that that isn't what he meant. A thousand times. The thing is, if he trusted me, then he wouldn't have been thinking of going back to his dad or reacted that way upon hearing the word abortion. He should just know that I wouldn't do that. Also, the fact that I literally said I wouldn't. Whatever. I've basically just been working, but classes start in two weeks. Dax wants to move in here to keep an eye on me. To make sure I'm not overworking. 

Right now, though, I'm at brunch with my mom, Brook, Rosemary, Gen and Raelynn. It's something we've been doing forever. I've recently been able to get out of it, but I think my mother's sick of my avoiding game. "I don't think you're a bad mom, Brie. I expected more from you. I got pregnant young, and I love my children—Lord knows—but having to sacrifice my career and education was hard."

"You were 19, mom. I have my degree" I don't mean to be so mean to her, not when she's trying. I just can't help it right now. 

"Yeah, but not your JD. Not what matters to you. Going back to school with children can be done, I did it, but it's difficult. Not everyone gets that chance" she patiently continues to make her point.

"Mama, the baby is here now. What do you want me to do? Besides," I take a sip of lemon water. "DJ says I won't have to give up anything."

"Oh. Well, my son cannot sacrifice his medical career to be a father and husband. He's worked too hard to get out from under Julius" Rosemary says, surprising everyone. She's usually more air-headed. 

"But my daugh—"

"He isn't. I'm not. It'll be hard, but we'll figure it out" I stuff another danish in my mouth. "You guys can't force us to get married."

"He's expressed his plans to propose to you before we found out about the pregnancy. Before he knew too. He was going to propose at the lake house, what difference does it make that you're getting married?" My mom says

"How about the fact that he didn't propose, dad demanded. How about the fact that we are too young? Maybe on our own we would've been engaged for a while, but now you're rushing everything because of your reputation" I snap. 

"Better take that base out ya voice, little girl. You are still my child. You two are getting married and moving in together. That's that!"

"Please! Would you two just stop. Please stop" Brooklyn pleads, placing her face in her palms. "Look, Brie you are scaring everyone. Okay. That's the truth. You and mommy never argue, also truth. You have always been the good one and now no one knows what the heck you're up to. Am I right mom?"