Mr. Perfect

Thirty-Four

Amelia

I'm about to get disowned.

Super fun!

Louis squeezed my hand on my side, "It's going to be okay." He whispered and smiled a smile of encouragement.

My baby is getting bigger. As big as a sesame seed, Dr. Adams said. I'm five weeks pregnant, it's been basically two weeks since I found out I was pregnant and since I lost Marcus. So I thought that I should probably tell my parents now.

They don't know anything about Marcus. Jake didn't tell them because he knew I wouldn't want him to be worried, my father. My mother wouldn't even feel a thing.

"Time to knock... yay!" I swallowed my fear down. Louis chuckled, knocking on the door. Deep breaths, Ames. Deep breaths.

Emily opened the door. A confused expression was painted across her features, she didn't smile, she eyed both me and Louis up and down.

Before I could say hi, "What are you doing here?" she asked.

I forced a smile. I didn't miss you at all.

"Hi, yes I'm doing great, thanks for asking. How are you doing?"

She rolled her eyes, "Sorry, but really, why are you here?"

"Who is that?" John shouted from behind Emily. His face lightened as he saw me, he came closer to the door and shoved Emily's head to the side making her groan at him. "Hey sis," before I greet him back he shouted again, "Mother, Amy's here!" can't he lower his voice a bit? Everyone will still hear him, no need to yell.

"Hey... bro?" eh.

"Is there no barbers around here?" Louis chuckled at my comment about John's long blonde hair.

John flicked his hair to the side, "Funny jokes!" he exclaimed sarcastically.

I snorted. John is nothing like that blonde snake, he's funny and nice to me. Emily was never nice. She's stuck on trying to prove me wrong all the time, and yes, I'm not the smartest person in the room, but I'm certainly not the stupidest. She wants to prove that I'm the stupidest all the time.

It's fun when she proves me wrong when in reality she's the wrong one.

Happens too often.

"What is it?" mother joined.

Oh lord.

Should I just say it straightforwardly? Or maybe drink tea and then tell her...

She eyed Louis. "Why are you here?" she may or may not have used a slur that is used towards gay people. I cringed, turning to apologize to Louis, he nodded as a way of saying 'It's okay'.

"Mother, hi." Does no one here know how to say hi?

"Amelia, I'm busy, I have a chicken in the oven!" she's busy... straightforward it is.

"Okay... I'll try to make it quick," she moved her eyebrows as a way of saying 'Go on...' or at least that's what I think it meant.

"I'm pregnant." Easy. Fast. Straightforward.

My stomach did flips. I think I'm going to be sick. That look on her face is not the look I expected. Yes, sure thing I did not expect a big smile that means 'Aww, I'm going to be a grandmother!'. Maybe more like, 'When?'. Her eyes are wide open, I could compare them to grapes – that's how big they are. They look a bit scary since they're extremely light. Her eyebrows are knitted together – tighter than ever. And I think my legs just went numb.

"When did you get married?" her voice is also sharper than ever.

Stay calm. DO NOT CRY!

"I didn't." my voice sounds heavy, but I think it's not so heavy.

She gasped. "What!"

"Who!" she's acting like John, shouting when she could talk to me normally and I'd still hear her.

"My boyfriend, mother." My voice is getting lower than before.

"Boyfriend! Since when do we have boyfriends, Amelia?" oh yeah. We are not allowed to date before marriage, did I mention that?

I didn't say anything.

I just swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at my feet.

"Get out of here!" my head shot up.

"Mother..." my voice broke. Is she actually disowning me? She can't. She's a mother, she's supposed to support me and tell me everything's going to be okay. She's supposed to tell me baby stuff. Help me keep him alive. Introduce me to motherhood – not the one she raised me with, but the one she raised her kids with. She's not supposed to disown me... I just said it as a joke. I didn't think she'd actually do it.

"Get out, Amelia, I no longer consider you as my own." She said, without caring to look at my face.

I don't know why I hugged her. Tightly. I never hug her, she doesn't like it when I hug her, she only likes it when it's Emily or John. I thought she might let me, just this once. But she pushed me away. So hard I almost fell. It happened so fast I couldn't do anything to stop myself from falling. But luckily, Louis caught me before I could fall.

"Go. I don't want to see you ever again!" she slammed the door in my face.

I let out a deep breath. And turned to look at Louis.

"Well, that wasn't so bad." I snorted. Wiping that one tear that slipped on my cheek.

"I'm sorry." Louis softly whispered.

"I need my dad." 

He pointed his neck to the side, "Let's go."

I'm getting pretty good at holding back my tears, I think... ever since Marcus left, I picked myself up and started working at the grocery store immediately so that my life won't be messed up. So that my baby will live happily.

As we were making our way to the car, John stopped us. The wind blowing in his hair, he smiled, coming to hug me. I didn't know what to do, this is the first time he has ever hugged me. It's awkward. And I'm kind of motherless right now so if it's some kind of joke, I'd cry, I am getting good at holding them back – but I'll cry if it's a joke.

I pushed him away. It's a joke. Maybe Emily told him to do it, she bosses him around all the time.

His smile disappeared, "Did I hurt you?" his eyes looking at my belly. I smiled, maybe he's here to congratulate me... eh, he wouldn't, he's Emily's brother.

"I heard that I'm having a nephew." He shyly said. Yes! Shyly. In a low voice. I snorted. "You're excited?" he smiled, "I am!" loud again.

I pulled him into a hug. "Thank you." My voice is heavy, my tears are spilling from my eyes. Just this tiny thing John said about having a nephew is giving me hope. At least he's going to have one person from his grandmother's side, and I think that's enough for my baby. I think that's enough for the both of us.

"You better not be drooling on my neck." I laughed, pulling away from him and wiping my cheeks.

"Thank you so much, John, you don't know how much this means to me." he smiled, "You better bring the baby here as soon as you push it out."