You, Me and Summer -completed-

Seventeen

Sitting in the waiting room made it all that much more scary. There were other patients, some small children and some old people, but mostly adults around their thirties.

I hated waiting, but with Brysen texting me constantly I began to forget about the time slowly slipping by, and just focused on my breathing (and my replies) as my mum had told me to.

"Bexley Adams." My stomach dropped as my name was called, I felt glued to my seat and my head started throbbing. My mum, seeing my panic, helped me up and with quite a struggle she brought me to the room our family doctor wanted to see me in.

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"So all is well, you're almost eight weeks in." Dr Barnes summarised at the end, a small smile on his face.

I didn't know whether to be excited, or calm or just happy. So, I sat there, expressionless as Dr Barnes continued talking to my mother about things I didn't want to hear. By the time they were done speaking I was off the hospital bed and out the door.

I hated hospitals.

"Dr Barnes suggested you don't tell anyone till you're two months in at the least."

"Great." I muttered pushing through the doors and walking straight to our car.

"Bexley, I know this is going to be tough." She grabbed me by the arm and looked at me, some sort of pity flashing across her face. "But I'm here, Brysen is going to be here and your father will be supporting you too."

"I know." I said quickly, hoping to drop the baby subject all together. I really didn't know what was going to happen, Brysen and I had only been together for just over two months and there was no denying the fact that our relationship was too new to be set in concrete. As for my dad, he would hate the idea. He would probably kick me out and then disown me, and my mother would continue to pretend being a support.

I sat in silence on the way home, and I went to my room in silence too. Brysen had gone home, and part of me wished he hadn't. I knew he would be calling me in the next half hour, but for the mean time I sat on the floor in my room, staring at the photo wall I had done.

Things were about to get a whole lot harder, and it wasn't about to get any easier for me.

-

Brysen came over every day, and I continued to seek his comfort. I asked over and over again if he was going to support me, if he was going to be there every step of the way, and each time he answered the same. A simple yes and then a kiss.

He sat by my side as I vented my thoughts, he held my hand everytime we went for a walk, he rubbed my back everytime I felt sick and he told me he loved me before leaving at night.

It was a repeated cycle, day after day and I was beginning to grow tired of the weeks that passed. The unknowing of what the future held scared me, but I wanted it to come. No more waiting.

Brysen came with us next time, he and my mum both held my hands as we waited for my name to be called. Finally when it was I almost got excited, because in that room I would see the dark images of the child growing inside of me. I wasn't glued to the chair this time, if anyone was it was Brysen, but for my benefit he got up and followed us in.

"Good afternoon Miss Adams, Mrs Adams and?" Dr Barnes looked to Brysen, a question mark floating above his head.

"Brysen Georde." He swiftly replied, I squeezed his hand knowing this was difficult on him.

"Ahh. Lovely to meet you Mr Georde, please." Dr Barnes gestured to the few chairs on the side of the room and that's where he and my mum went, not before giving me a quick kiss on my cheek.

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I was a ball of energy, my heart was racing and my cheeks hurt from smiling. My mum, in turn smiled back and continued eating her meal. To my left Brysen looked at me oddly, questioning my good mood.

"I haven't seen you this happy in like two months or more." Brysen finally stated, dropping his knife and fork to look at me in concern. I continued eating my salad, my eyes trained on him. After a few more bites I reached out for Brysens hand, taking it and squeezing it.

"I'm excited." With my free hand I moved it to sit on my stomach, there was no noticeable difference and according to Dr Barnes there wouldn't be for a little while still.

"You are?" Brysen looked to my stomach before forcing out a smile, "well it's exciting stuff but I'm terrifyed."

"Oh sweetie, this won't go away." My mother chuckled, looking between Brysen and I.

"I still don't understand how you're so..." I paused and tried to find the right word, "understanding." My mum smiled and folded her hand over the table, eying me carefully.

"Both of you finish your meals quickly please."

-

Brysen and I sat on the couch in the living room as my mum rummaged through several boxes she pulled out.

"I can't find it!" She yelled before going to look through the boxes again for a third time. I sighed and looked to Brysen, wishing to be elsewhere with him.

"Mum?" She stopped what she was doing to look up at me, "what exactly are you looking for?"

"Something of the past, something that I think will help you." My mum resulted to tipping the box out and looking through everything. I sighed and stood up, announcing I would be right back. I went to the kitchen first and got myself a glass of water and then went against everything my dad said and got the exercise book. Maybe that's what she was looking for.

Joining Brysen back on the couch I held the book out to my mum, she looked up quickly and realisation dawned on her face.

"Where'd you find that?" She quietly asked, slowly taking it from my hands.

"Dad gave it to me before I went." She nodded before flipping through the pages, stopping on one and handing it to me.

"I wrote this after the last road trip I went on. My councillor told me it would be worth a shot." My mum said as my eyes scanned over the page.

It's a strange and odd feeling, to know that whilst I've lost someone I'm also getting a new person, a son or daughter. Seeing Jane with blood smeared across her body was difficult, and watching her being zipped up into the body bag was hard as well. But the concept that was the hardest was that she was no longer around. And just like a blessing, I found out I was pregnant not long after, and I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life. Stan and I will make great parents, and despite how scared I am, I'm also somewhat excited.

I looked up at my mum who was smiling at Brysen and I.

"You didn't read that far in did you?" She asked, her eyes glossy.

"I only read up to your rebellion." My mum blushed before quickly composing herself.

"I think you should write about what happened on your trip, because just like me your best friend was killed in an accident. And look at you," she pointed to my stomach and smiled. "You're expecting."

"But, I wasn't born when you were twenty." I looked to my mum, her face falling.

"Brysen, a moment alone please." Brysen nodded and squeezed my hand before leaving the room.

The silence only lasted a little while before my mother let out a sob.

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Wait what? What's happening here? Anyone else confused? :? (see what I did there ;)  )

Two more chapters after this one :( But I'm so excited! Are you?

Byee xx