The Reality of it All (Completed)

Spreading the Word

I woke up to the sun shining through the window and my alarm going off. I was hungry again, I swear I could eat a cow.

I went downstairs and decided to make 2 grilled cheeses. I just hope it doesn't go anywhere else but to this baby.

Wait, but if it does, I'm gonna need some healthy stuff. I pulled out some grapes and oranges.

My mind raced back to yesterday. Mason rejecting me and Chad & Alex. Now that I think about it, they were really cool. They just came out of no where, trying to protect me from the harsh words that were coming out of Mason's mouth. Humans protect and support humans. I wish more of the world was like that.

I'm going to have to tell my mom pretty soon. I haven't talked to her in ages, I wonder how she's been. I haven't really talked to anyone in my family now that I think about it.

"You're up," Paige said, rubbing her eyes sleepily. I put the grill cheeses on a plate and the fruit on the side.

"Yeah, I'm starving," I muttered.

"Peanut is getting big, huh?" She asked looking at my stomach.

"Peanut?"

"My very own personal name for this baby," she said matter of factly. I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. She always made nick names for everybody.

"I'm gonna tell my mom, today," I said, turning back around. The whole pregnancy was nerve wrecking. I mean, Mason is done with me and I'm basically alone in this. Family would be the only thing left.

"Well that sounds good. You haven't talked to you're Mom in a long time," she said sleepily.

I sat down at the counter and started eating my grilled cheese. Paige sat across from me, but she seemed fidgety.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She hesitated.

"I went to see Mason yesterday, Spencer," she confessed. I continued eating my sandwich. I can't say the entire thing was a shocker, she was pretty aggressive.

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"He tried to flirt with me as I was telling him off," she whispered. I stopped eating. The fact that Mason is ready to move on so quickly makes me angry. He knows I'm pregnant with his child and still chooses to leave me in the dust.

"I'm sorry, I really did want to tell you. I just didn't want the stress to get to you especially with this situation at hand. It'll affect you and the baby negatively," she explained.

"I understand," I said. I really did. I had so much stress already with work and handling this life in my belly right now. It made sense why she tried keeping it down.

At least she told me.

I lost my appetite and threw the other sandwich in the garbage. I put my dish in the sink and turned around, leaning on the counter.

"I'm done with the son of a bitch,"

•. •. •. •.

I was driving to my mom's house. I'm  squeezing the wheel so hard, my knuckles are white. I hadn't talked to her in so long, who knows how she will take this. The news of a grandchild should be exciting, but ever since her divorce, she was bitter the last I saw her.

I approach her house in 20 minutes and walk up the porch. I ring the doorbell and wait for her to open. Suddenly, her brown head comes into view.

"Hi, Spencer!" She exclaimed, engulfing me in a hug. I accepted and hugged her back. This wasn't the attitude I expected, but I missed this place.