In the wake of her father's death, Spencer Edwards' mother packs up their lives from Oxford, England, and moves them to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. With an agitation for agriculture, and a distaste for anything farming, the small town of Cherry Spr...
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He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. - Emily Bronte
Chapter Song - Call Your Mom by Noah Kahan
"Adele?" Kaylee sits down beside her on the sand, and I do the same on the other side, both of us close either side a softly crying Adele.
She wipes her teary cheeks, the soft warm breeze creating a calm for us. "I'm sorry I was so rude before, but I was really tired and not feeling well."
"Why didn't you say something?" I ask her gently.
"Because I know why I'm sick and I'm scared to tell you both." My heart sinks at her words, Kaylee's eyes turning watery instantly. "Please don't judge me, I'm just- I'm just really scared and I need you both."
Kaylee loops an arm over her shoulders, and I place a hand on her bent knee. "We're both here for you, Adele. No matter what." Assures Kaylee.
"And we won't judge you, we just want to help you." I add.
"Okay." She whispers with fear.
Then with a heavy sigh, Adele digs into the pocket of her dress and pulls out a test. She pulls out a pregnancy test that, from what I can see, is positive.
"I'm pregnant." She practically whispers.
All of us are silent, Kaylee and I processing what she's just told us.
"How long have you known?" I ask gently, rubbing her forearm.
"I took the test two nights ago. I felt too dumb to tell you guys, so I just didn't say anything." She admits to us, shoulders slumped as her head hangs low and defeated.
"You're not dumb, Adele. Please don't say that," Kaylee's voice is gentle, and I remain rubbing Adele's back in smooth circles. "And it's okay you didn't tell us right away, you needed your space, the time to process. But we're here now, we know now, so you're not alone."
A few more tears drift down Adeles face. "I feel alone."
"You're not," I assure her. "Can I ask you something, Adele?" I tread cautiously around the topic, around the question I want to ask.
Adele nods.
"Who's the father?" I ask softly.
Her lips trembles instantly, but she breathes in deeply to hold in a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you two when it happened. But, like a month ago now, which makes total sense in the timeline of all this, I slept with..." she swallows. "I slept with Ford."
Kaylee's mouth drops open. "Ford?" She questions.
"Yeah," she hums, her eyes flicking between us again. "And then we did it again at the last comp in the lockeroom, the one where he snapped at me. It was before he said all that stuff to me."
