Well, my mom is famous

Ending

As I sat on the bathroom floor, holding the pregnancy test in my hand, my heart pounded in my chest. I was scared to take the test, scared of what the result might be. I had been feeling different lately - my body seemed to be sending me signals that something was off. I had missed my period, and I was experiencing nausea and fatigue. All signs that pointed to the possibility of pregnancy.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hand, and followed the instructions on the test. I peed on the stick, just like I had done before. It wasn't my first time taking a pregnancy test, but this time felt different. This time, the stakes were higher.

I set the test on the toilet counter and waited, trying to distract myself by washing my hands extra long. The anticipation was overwhelming. I knew that in just a few minutes, my life could change drastically. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to find reassurance in my own eyes. But all I saw was fear and uncertainty staring back at me.

I walked back to the bathroom floor and sat down, my back against the door, making sure it was locked. I looked at the pregnancy test, sitting there like a ticking time bomb. I put my knees up under my chin and watched it intently, as if it had plans to run away. The silence in the bathroom was deafening, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what could be.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. I reached out for the pregnancy test, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I turned it around slowly, afraid of what I might see. One line. Just one line. I stared at it, my heart skipping a beat. I couldn't believe it. I was relieved, shocked, and overwhelmed all at once. I had been so certain that the test would be positive, but now it was negative. A wave of relief washed over me, and I felt a surge of happiness, despite the lingering fear and uncertainty.

I jumped up from the floor, unable to contain my joy. I wanted to scream, to dance, to celebrate. I threw the test in the trash and unlocked the bathroom door.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen island, I could feel the mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief that the pregnancy test was negative, but also a pang of sadness that I wasn't going to have a baby. It was complicated, though. The father of the baby would have been Nathan, someone I thought I was in love with at one point. But I had to remind myself that he wasn't good for me, and being tied to him through a child would have been even more challenging.

My mom turned to me with a smile. "You look happy, honey. What's got you in such a good mood?" she asked, flipping a pancake on the stovetop.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should share my news with her just yet. We had been distant lately ever since she started dating Micheal, and I wasn't sure how she would react. But I decided to take a leap of faith and be honest with her.

"Well, actually, I had something on my mind that I wanted to talk to you about," I said, taking a deep breath. "I took a pregnancy test, and it was negative."

Mom's eyes widened for a moment, and she put down the spatula she was using. She walked over to me and gave me a tight hug. "Oh honey, I'm so relieved to hear that," she said softly. "You're still so young, and I would hate to see you go through the challenges of being a teen mom."

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Yeah, I know. It was just a scare, I guess," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I was still processing the emotions that came with the possibility of being pregnant.

Mom pulled away from the hug but kept her hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes with concern. "Are you okay, sweetheart? That's a lot to handle at your age."

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling tears prickling in my eyes. "I'm trying to be," I admitted, my voice cracking. "It's just been a lot lately." My mom's expression softened as she looked at me with sympathy. "I'm here for you, honey," she said gently. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I may not always understand, but I'll always support you."

I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "Thanks, mom," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate that."

We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of our unspoken words hanging in the air. I missed the close relationship I used to have with my mom, the late-night conversations and shared laughter. But ever since she started dating Micheal, things had changed between us. She was always busy with him, and we had grown a little apart in the few months they have been together.

Mom seemed to sense my sadness, and she reached out to hug me again. "I'm sorry if I haven't been there for you as much lately," she said softly. "I know things have been difficult, and I want to do better. You mean the world to me, sweetheart."

I hugged her back tightly, feeling tears trickling down my cheeks. "I miss you, mom," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "I miss us."

She pulled away slightly and looked at me with a determined expression. "I miss us too," she said firmly. "Let's make an effort to spend more time together, just the two of us. No distractions."

I smiled through my tears, feeling a glimmer of hope. "I would really like that," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude.

Mom smiled back, and we shared a moment of understanding. Despite our differences and the challenges we were facing, we were still mother and daughter, and our love for each other was unwavering.

As we sat down at the kitchen island, enjoying a meal together, I felt a sense of warmth and belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time. We talked about everyday things, laughed at each other's jokes, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

In that moment, I realized that even though my life was complicated and filled with uncertainties, I had a loving and supportive mother who would always be there for me. I didn't need to rely on a toxic relationship with Nathan to fill the void. I had my mom, and she was enough.

As we finished our meal, I looked at my mom with gratitude. "Thank you, mom," I said sincerely. "I needed this."

Mom smiled warmly at me. "Anytime, sweetheart," she said. "I'm always here for you, no matter what."

And for the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future. With my mom by my side, I knew I could navigate the challenges ahead and find my own path, without needing to rely on anyone else. I was stronger than I thought, and I had my mom's unwavering support to guide me through.

As we cleared the dishes together, I realized that even though my life was far from perfect, I had something truly precious - a loving relationship with my mom, Lady Gaga. And that was something worth celebrating, no matter what challenges life threw my way.
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Word count 1270

I have decided to complete this story, it's done. And I think there could be more to it, but I think it's better to make a half happy ending than just making Scarletts life more miserable. I hope you liked this book, because I know I liked to write it!!!