Spirited

Chapter Fourteen - Two Years

   It's been two years. Two years since my depression was gone. Two years since I fell in love with Peter. Two years since my family left me. Two years since I almost killed myself. Twice.

  "Good morning gorgeous," Peter tells me from the bed. I look at him from the bathroom.
  
  "Good morning kind sir who sleeps in my bed," I reply walking towards him. His reckless brown hair in a knotted mess. I give him a kiss on the lips. It was a short but sentimental. He stares at my bare legs, but his eyes slowly move up to my eyes. They look deep in thought. "What's going on in that head of yours? You've been acting out of whack recently. Finals are coming up. We have to Ace them or..." I was cut off by a knock at the door. Peter pounces out of bed, shirtless showing his perfect abdomen. We run downstairs quickly.

  Peter opens the door and cusses under his breath. I look in the direction of the door and see a seven year old runs past Peter. But this young girl looks familiar. She has brown hair and brown eyes, and fair skin. Freckles go across her nose. Her hair is about bicep length. But she looks so familiar. I hear small whispers coming from Peter and from whoever is outside.

  The young girl spots me and giggles. She attacks me with a hug.

  "December! I thought I was never going to see you again!" squeals the girl. Her voice is high pitched and familiar. That's when it hits me!

  "Willow! Oh my god you've gotten so tall! How are you?" I ask, suddenly interested.

  "Amazing. Mommy and Daddy moved us to Vermont, though. I'm glad to be back. I've missed everything about this place. Why aren't you living in our old house anymore?" she questions.

  "Well after I got adopted my parents knew that I was going to need my space, so they built this place for me. But Peter stays here with me more than his family cause they've got problems and I'm the main cause of it." I say, surprising the crap out of me saying those words so swiftly.

  "What do you mean 'adopted'?" Willow asks.

   "Well... mom and dad put me up for adoption after you guys left me stranded alone all by myself." I respond. I walk over to Peter to see what all the fuss is about. But when I reach the door, I immediately regret it.

  "December, look at you... so beautiful." Ainsley, my ex-mom, says. I give her a glare and find myself in between Peter and the door.

  "What are you doing here... Ainsley? Aren't you supposed to be in Vermont without seeing your reckless daughter?" I snort.

   "Because I'm your mom..." she starts.
 
   "Let me stop you right there! I have new parents because Jason and Ainsley Mathews left there daughter stranded and ALONE! Uncle Sam and Aunt Elita adopted me and bought my old house. Then they built me this one so I could have my own space. They are my parents, not you!" I smirk. Peter looks at me. Astonished that I was able to do say everything I just said. 

   "Can we talk, though?" Jason asks. I think for a moment before answering.

   "OK, but only for a little while... and I get to see the triplets and Ariana. It's only fair. I saw Willow. So I want to see all but Alexis!" I say. 

  "OK, you get to see them before we go out to lunch." Jason confirms. "Come, come, Willow. You'll see December later." Willow skips out the door like a little angle before Peter closes the door. I sigh and sit on the couch. Peter sits besides me and I lean my head against him.

  "Did I make the right decision?" I whisper, even though we are the only ones here.

   "Of course. Even though they did some bad things to you, maybe if you talk to them they can explain why. Oh wow... that sounded terrible." he says. I laugh a little. 

   "Maybe your right. Now that I'm eighteen, maybe they'll tell me everything I need to know. More like want to know. Especially why Jason hated me so much." I say shiviering at the thought. He kisses me gently and I relax. I wrap my arms around his neck, and deepen the kiss. Everything is perfect between us. But somehow, something is wrong. Its probably my nerves. But Peter notices.

   "Hey, you OK?" he asks, looking worried. I nod my head.

   "I should get ready," I say before getting up.

  I wait by the door for Jason and Anisley to pick me up. I put my hair into a fishtail braid and put on some jeans with a blue tank top. After five minutes of waiting, they pick me up in their car. We drive to my old house to see the triplets, Ariana and Willow again. For once in my life, my family was actually happy to see me. Liam seemed to be the most excited out of the triplets. But Brandon and Shawn were still happy to see me.

   We stayed there for about fifteen minutes before leaving to El Cerito. The car was ackwardly quiet. Even when we arrived at the resturant we still didn't talk to eachother. But then Ainsley took the first step to ackward ville.

  "So, what college are you going to?" she asks.

  "California State. I like the campus and the programs that they offer." I say, effortlessly. Jason nodded along to what I was saying."OK, Jason, why did you not like me?" I ask.

  "Oh. Well you see, the night Aisley got pregnant was the same night she and I had, had a big fight. She left home and went to her friends house. They both had to much to drink and um... well you can imagine what happened next." he says, uncomfortably."Inevitably, she came out and told me before you were born and apologized for everything. I forgave her, but there was always a little part of me that was mad. It just so happened that you looked so much like your mo-Ainsley, that you just reminded me how you were born. I never will be able to take back what I said, to you and Ainsley." he concludes.

  "Oh," is all I could say. Our food arrived and I thanked the waiter in Spanish. 

  By the time I came home it was 3:14. Peter had left a note, saying that he would be back around five. Again I felt odd. But this time I ran to the bathroom. I threw up. That's when I realized I was late.

  When Peter came home, I was lying in bed. 

  "Hey. I got your text. Are you feeling alright?" he asked. I don't know how to say it.

  "Sort of." I say. He sits next to me and holds my hand.

  "What's wrong?" he asks.

  "I'm... I'm..." I stutter.

  "Your what?" he asks again.

  "I'm pregnant," I say.

Thanks you guys for reading. Don't worry there will be another book! I'm not that mean. Thanks for being so supportive. Don't forget to vote, comment, and share with this with your friends. I luv you all so much and I can't wait to write the next one. I will finish IOIWN before starting the sequel. Bye!

-Kelli