Rainbow-Colored Knee Socks

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

When I woke up the next morning, I stood up and looked in the mirror. I still had a flat stomach. Oh, thank God, it was just a dream, I thought to myself as I walked to the bathroom.

My relief was put on hold when I saw a prescription bottle on the counter. Thinking it was mine, I picked it up, but upon a double take I realized it was prescribed to my mother. I couldn't help but feel I was becoming paranoid so I proceeded to go to the bathroom and then down stairs for breakfast.

The relief feeling ended entirely when I was greeted by my father with one of his evil smirks. Clearly, my mother had told him about my pregnancy and he saw right through her upon hearing it was Griffin's baby; thus disproving that the whole event was not a dream. It had actually happened.

The other thing that proved that the event had actually happened was that there was a prescription bottle with my name on it sitting at my place at the table. "Good morning, Laura. How did you sleep? I made you some oatmeal. Oh and be sure to take your vitamin," my mother cheered from the kitchen. Clearly, my mother was on a mood swing. Ever since she had gotten pregnant herself, she had been acting differently. She's supposed to be screaming at me because my pregnancy was supposedly caused by Griffin.

I then sat down at the table and swallowed my vitamin with some apple juice. "So, Laura, what are you deciding to do with the baby? It is Griffin's baby, isn't it?" My father's smirk was starting to burn a hole in my flesh. I couldn't think straight.

"Well, dad, I'm prolife so abortion is not an option. I am thinking about adoption though. Seems how I'm still a child myself and I have to go to school, I think the baby should be given to a family that will be able to take care of it and love it." I thought it was a reasonable answer.

"Oh, well, I could take care of it while you're at school; it is my grandchild, isn't it." My father's smirk got wider.

"Steven, don't give Laura-Jo any ideas. She's not keeping it. If the decision were in my hands, I would've aborted the pregnancy the minute I found out. But since its Laura's baby and not mine, the choice is hers. Laura, I want you to come up with a decision by January 1st okay. I, being an understanding, supportive parent, am going to let the abortion idea slide because you are prolife. But I do seriously think you should consider adoption because we don't need two babies in this house at a time. Okay? Isn't that fair?" What was this world coming to? How could my own mother see right through my father's tone? He was practically threatening me with my own decision!

When I went upstairs to put my clothes on, I noticed my orange plaid Aéropostale button-down was a little snug. I lifted up my shirt. My stomach was still flat, but it was beginning to bulge; it wasn't noticeable, but all that mattered was that it was there. This is going to get really frustrating. I thought to myself.

"Laura, your bus is waiting," I heard my mother's crude/nice voice come from the kitchen. I couldn't help but think that my parents were playing some practical joke on me. If they were, I hope they realize that it is not funny. Being pregnant is starting to make me scared and nervous. But I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end. I then kissed my parents goodbye and hopped on the bus to school.