I Just Want to be Loved

Telling Our Mum's

Oh look, the authors note is at the beginning. Yeah, this is probably where it's going to be from now on.  The reasoning is because when your reading, you think that there's more at the end of the chapter then there is.

.

.

-Sammy

.

.

.

“I don’t want to call her,” I complained, but Louis ignored me and took my phone out of my pocket.

“Password,” he said and passed me my phone. When I put it in, he said, “Call her.”

 “But I-.”

“No buts.”

“As long as we call your mum next,” I told him sternly.

“Fine, now call,” he said and the next moment my phone was ringing.

On my third ring, my mum answered.

“Where have you been? I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“Mum, it’s been, like, three days.”

“And that’s a long time for me.”

“Okay, but Mum, there was a reason that I called,” I said slowly.

“You sound kind of worried. Are you okay? Are you back with the boys yet?”

“She’s back with us,” Louis said. “I went and got her yesterday.”

“Louis?” My mother said in surprise. “Is that you?”

“It is, Mrs. Tom. But Brittany needed to tell you something very, very important.”

“And what’s that?” Mum asked.

I took and deep breath before replying. “Mummy, I’m pregnant.”

“What!” she yelled. “Since when! Who’s the dad! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Calm down!” I yelled.

After a moment she said, “I’m calm, now please answer my questions.”

“I got pregnant before I left, so I’m at fourteen weeks now, and I didn’t tell you because I was kind of afraid to.”

“Who’s the dad?”

I looked at Louis to answer. After a few moments of silent arguing, he said, “That would be me.”

“Dear god,” she muttered, “Is the baby a boy or a girl?”

“One of each,” I informed her.

“That was an unexpected answer,” I heard her mumble. “Okay, well, I’m just going to let all of this sink in. But before I go, when do I get to see you again?”

I looked at Lou again to answer. “We have a two week long Christmas break in three weeks, so you’ll be seeing her then unless she wants to fly back sooner.”

“Okay, I love you Honey, see you soon,” Mum told me.

“I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I turned and faced Louis. “Your turn,” I stated and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Call your Mummy,” I told him and shoved his phone into his chest.

A couple of moments later, Lou’s phone was ringing on speaker. “What do you want?” someone asked. The voice sounded too young to belong to his mum.