What if Isabela was Antonio's Mother

What Happened Next

Julieta's pov
The next morning she woke up in a better mood. I wanted to ask her who the father was but I thought today might not be the best day to ask that question.

3rd person pov
For the next few months life went on as usual. Until Isabela started to show and she was confined to her room pretty much 24/7.

Her mother brought her food and the nausea went away after the first few months.

She got tons of cards slipped under her door by her sister telling her to get well or that she hoped to see her soon. She kept each one in a box hidden in her vanity. Every single one of the cards she got made her break down in tears.

She missed her sister.

Isabella's pov
I was in my room alone like I usually am. I was feeling especially worse today than some of the other days. I had my head leaning back on my headboard but I was still sitting upright in my bed with a bucket in my lap. I wanted to just cry but I knew it would probably make me nauseous and It was a bad day already as is.

Then I heard my someone knock on my door. It sounded like my mother so I groaned and said "come in" she opened the door and walked over to my bed and sat down next to me "isa how would you feel about a surprise today, hum." That got my attention "a surprise" I questioned just then another knock sounded from the door.

It was softer than my mothers and definitely not my father, it could have been Dolores, or Tia pepa she was allowed in here just in case I needed something and everyone was out. It might have been Camilo but his knocking was way louder considering he was alway looking for my mother to say that we had run out of food.

Then a small figure emerged from the door. Mami immediately pulled my blankets up to cover my small stomach. The figure started to emerge from my turning doorway. It was Mirabel.

A wide smile spread across my face and all my nausea flew away. I handed the bucket to my mother and reached out to beckon Mirabel to me with a grabbing motion. She gladly obliged and ran across my room with a smile just as big as mine mami got off the bed just in time for Mirabel to jump over her and onto me.

I hugged her tight to my chest and whispered into her hair through happy tears "I missed you Mira" she shook her head and pulled away from the hug and said "I missed you more isa" I smiled and she gasped and asked "did you get my cards." I nodded and got up to run to my vanity. She gasped again and I looked at her confused until I realized she could probably see my stomach.

"Isa..." she said confused I nodded and that seemed to confirm her suspension she just got up and walked over and hugged me. She knew I got pregnant at 16 and unmarried, but she accepted me anyway I hugged her back tightly and cried into her hair.

We stayed like that until she said "you never answered my question. Did you get my cards or not" I smiled ran over to my vanity grabbed to box out of the back of the drawer and dumped a pile of now tear soaked cards on the floor. My mother gasped from the side of my bed and ran over to us.

Some of the ink had bled down the cards where I had cried on them, but they still looked good. Perfect even. She could make everything look good, look happy with just one touch.

We spent the rest of the day together, and many days after that. She usually kept me company because she didn't have as many chores as everyone else, not because abuela liked her more but because she thought she couldn't really do anything.

She would hold my hair back when I was puking and rub my back and tell me encouraging things whenever I was having a particularly bad day. She would talk to the baby occasionally so I could sleep. Sometimes if it got really bad she would have to sneak to my room at night just so I could sleep.