A Baby For Kydd

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She stared at the pregnancy test.
Pregnant.
Was she reading it right?
Pregnant?!
Okay. This pregnancy test couldn't be a dud either. This was her fifth pregnancy test.
It's official. Call the morgue.
Her parents were going g to kill her.
She was pregnant. Knocked up. Turkey in the oven. Expecting. Bun in the oven. How ever you want to say it, She was it.

She wondered who to tell first. Her mom? Cobain? Well she knew one thing for sure she wasn't going to tell her dad or brothers. First or at all. She wondered if she could wait until the baby was old enough to tell them herself or himself.
Could that be okay?

She walked out of the bathroom. Staring at the bright pink lines on the test. Pregnant. She was just sixteen, how was she going to raise a baby? She was just a kid herself. She hid the pregnancy test a long with the other four she had taken.
She took a long look in her mirror. Pregnant. She raised up her shirt up and rubbed her stomach. Could she do this?
A knock on the door startled her. She threw her shirt down and sat on her bed. Pretending to be on her phone.
" Come in. "
Her mother walked in.
" Hey munchkin, we never hang out anymore. Do you wanna go to the mall with me? "
As much as she just wanted to spend her Saturday in bed wearing pjs she agreed they never spent time together except on Sundays after church. But they never had girl days anymore. And she missed her mom.
" Sure.. What time?.. "
Her mother looked down at her watch " It's a quarter after ten. So eleven o'clock we leave? " Kydd nodded and her mother walked out the door.
She sat there for a bit more. Thinking about it. Pregnant.

" We hardly talk anymore Kydd."
Her mother playfully tossed Kydd's hair. " You're always busy with school, friends, Cobain.. Can you give me the four one one.. Is that how you kids say it? "
Kydd laughed hard. Her mom always tried to be cool.
" Hey! No laughing at me! "
Finally after catching her breath Kydd said " I love you Mom.."
Her mother smiled and squeezed her hand. " I love you too Kydd-O. "
Normally that would have bother her but today she didn't mind it so much.

As they shopped at the different stores, Kydd walked around wondering when the best time to tell her mom would be. In front of a baby store? " Hey Mom let's go in her I gotta get some stuff.. "
In front of a toy store? " Mom what age do babies play with toys like this?? " Maybe she Just blurt it out in randomly " Hey Mom! What do you think of this shirt? Do you think the color brings out my eyes? By the way you're going to be a grandma. Look at that this shirt is on sale.. "
They continued to walk around the mall before her mom said " I'm thirsty, how about you. "
Kydd hadn't really had an appitite lately.
As they got to the food court she started to feel very nauseous. She kept trying to just breathe slowly.
As they passed the Chinese food a lady in a cap said " Orange chicken? "
Orange chicken must be the magic word because she had to run to the restroom.
She dropped her bags and took off.

She barely made it to the bathroom before she started throwing up in the stall.
Where the hell was all this puke coming from? She hardly ate anything. And if she did this baby made sure it came back up.
" Kydd, hunny? "
Her mother's voice called out.
She spit out the last of the throw up. Flushed the toilet. And opened the door.
Tears were already in her eyes.
When she looked at her mother. Her mother gasped and walked forward. She hugged Kydd tight and said " You're..."
She thought to herself say it mom. Say the word. Pregnant.

The car ride back home was a long silent one. Her mother hadn't said anything since the bathroom. Her mother had burst into tears after she heard the word. Pregnant.
She never wanted to make her mother cry like this. And yet there she was crying like that.

They walked into the house.
Her brother's were playing some video games and her dad was working on his laptop.

" Boy's upstairs in your rooms. Hunny we need to talk. Kydd sit down. "

As she sat on the couch she wondered what her father would say. She bit her lip harder. Would they send her way to some relatives she didn't know house's
Somewhere in Alaska? Would they hit her? She hoped for the sake of her unborn child, they wouldn't. What if they sent her to a group home from unwed mothers? She feared for what they would say, what they would do.