Here's To Wishing I'd Never Met You!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Chapter Eleven... Happy Thanksgiving!

"Oh, God! I am so goddamn sick of being pregnant!"

It was probably an inappropriate time to be shouting. It was four in the morning, I was due in a week and I couldn't help but feel angry because I was just so uncomfortable. And when I'm uncomfortable I'm incredibly moody.

But Lucy was making it hard for me to get any sleep. I knew that I would sleep better once she was here, in my arms. Not long, I thought. Not long at all and I'd get to meet my baby girl. I couldn't wait! The suspense was killing me!

Someone knocked on my door, and I realised that I'd woken up at least one of the boys.

"Come in," I sighed, and the door opened just as the light flicked on.

"You okay in here?" Kent smiled, coming into the room. "Because I'm pretty sure that half of New York City heard you shout just then."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I didn't mean to wake you. Or Sam."

"Sam's still asleep, surprisingly," Kent frowned. "He'd sleep through an apocalypse, you know."

"Wish I could sleep through an apocalypse right now..." I groaned. "Or at least these Braxton Hicks I keep getting. I don't feel all of them, but tonight..."

"They're normal, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Annoying. But normal."

"Only one week to go, Paigey," he chuckled. "Then you'll have a new reason not to sleep."

"But I know I'll sleep better than I am now," I frowned. "Lucy's being stubborn. I'd have her now, if she'd come out. But she ain't coming out anytime soon, I don't think."

"Well, she's gotta come out in the next five weeks, or else you're gonna have to tell your parents you're pregnant because they will see you."

"Good point," I frowned. "But they don't let you go more than two weeks over. Thank God!"

"Are you still leaving her here over Christmas?"

"I have to, Kent. I can't take her. I'm thirty-nine weeks' pregnant. If I told them now, they'd be furious."

"If you tell them in a couple of years, they're gonna be even angrier, P. Think about it. What's the worst they can do?"

"Well... they can judge me and call me horrible names. They can disown me, disown Lucy. I know that they probably wouldn't, but I can't risk it. I'm not good with rejection!"

"Nobody is, Paige."

"Look, I will have to tell them eventually. In my own time. And yeah, I'll probably regret not telling them sooner. I always will, trust me. But... it's different for guys. They can tell their parents they got a girl pregnant and their parents just say 'marry her'. When us girls tell our parents... well, we get the foul looks, the judging eyes and the 'but you're not married' shouted at us."

"Well, I'll probably never have to tell my parents that I got a girl pregnant..."

"Probably?"

"This isn't about me, Paigey. It's about you and what's best for Lucy. Do you really think that leaving her here with us for a week is the best thing for her?"

"No."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to look after her. But I still think you should tell them."

"Look at us," I smiled. "We're already planning where little Lucy is gonna spend Christmas, and she's not even here yet."

"Well, I'm a planner."