Teen Trials

Thanksgiving Talks

Hey Guys,

Sorry I've been MIA. This pregnancy has been crazy. Little girl is definitely giving me a run for my money. I've been giving in a little to the sad thoughts. I was supposed to have my support system while doing this, def supposed to have my husband, we were financially well off and all of that has seemed to crumble. But like I told Amy, I'm gonna refocus on what's going good, like this little girl and writing, and I'd rather be poor, with baby having to sleep in a drawer than have her grow up around David and his family. Just have to get through the hard days. Thanks for sticking with me! I appreciate you all!

"Ems, can you pass me the rolls please." Hunter said, trying to engage the girl for what felt like the millionth time at dinner.

"Kacey is closer." Emma said, without looking up. She was playing with the food on her plate but knew no one would say anything to her about it on Thanksgiving. Why was holiday food always so heavy?

Kacey seemed to trip over himself to get Hunter the rolls, "Here you go, Uncle Hunter, Emma was right, I'm closer." Emma rolled her eyes at him trying to keep them both out of trouble. She could feel Amy and Hunter exchanging looks.

"Thanks." Hunter told Kacey gruffly, setting the roll down on his plate and not eating it. Emma almost commented on it, but choose to remain as invisible as she could.

"Your girl is out of line." Jack said firmly, scooting his chair back from the table as if there may be a problem.

"Stay in your own lane." Hunter growled.

"Now, I know you don't always agree with how Jack does things, but in this case..." Pops started. Emma watched as Caroline made the crazy motion to Kaylee across the table, and sunk down further in her chair, trying to take up less space; at this point she had it down to almost a science.

"With all due respect," Amy said, in a voice that barely held anything more than controlled rage. "Unless you have been living in our house for the last three months and in the day to day of it all, you don't get to have an opinion on what's going on with our children." Her hands balled up the napkin in her lap and Emma could tell she wanted to be less civil. Her eyes flickered over to Hunter, who was also watching his wife carefully.

"That what you're gonna tell the police in 2 years when she robs a liquor store?" Jack threw his own napkin on his plate and looked between Amy and Hunter, almost daring them to argue with him.

Emma watched as Hunter's whole body reacted to that. His shoulders and fists tensed as he slowly rose from his chair and leaned over the table, "Wanna run that by me again?" Hunter's voice was so dark that even Emma wanted to hide. She settled for scooting lower in her chair.

"You know I love my niece just like I love my own kids, but you and Amy are busy treating her like a baby in all the wrong ways. Then you let her run her mouth like an adult and that ain't no way to raise a child! It's confusing." Jack said, staying seated and clearly trying not to escalate things. One thing Emma would always be able to say about Hunters family is that no matter what they felt about her, they always said she was theirs.