You're The One (Old Version)

Chapter One

“Ooh. I’m so excited!!! So, let’s start planning.” Tabitha gushed.

“Uhm. What’s to plan? I’m only like a month or so pregnant.” I shrug.

“What’s to plan? Silly question. Come on. Off to the store we go!!”

“I really don’t want to be seen buying baby products.”

“People will know once you start showing. Might as well get it out the way.” She says.

“You do have a point. You coming, Greta?”  I ask.

“Naw. I’ll let the sister-twin bonding thing happen.” Greta chuckles.

“It’s so not like that.” We both say.

“Yup. Nothing like that.” She replies with a laugh. “See you later.”

We head out the door, and on our way to the local shopping center. I was a little nervous. I really was praying that I ran into no one I knew, especial Daniel. That would be a disaster, a major disaster. I really don’t want him to know. It’s nice to have a father, but we don’t get really along. It’s like a brother sister rivalry. And the thing is all I see him as is a brother. He’s hot, but there’s no connection there. At all. Another thing is I don’t mind the idea of being a single mom. It doesn’t sound too bad. I know that’ll be different once I pop this baby out, but I know I can do it. I hope.

“Come on. Get out of those thoughts of yours.” I smile and shake my head.

“Yes ma’am!” I say and giggle.

“Okay so here’s a list of a baby’s needs.” She pulls out a pretty lengthy list.

“And you just carry this list around with you?” I ask slowly.

“Yup.” She says popping the “p” like it’s normal. Only my sister.

We fill the shopping cart with every size of diapers, bottles, baby food, formula, clothes, a couple strollers, a crib, baby toys, teething toys, books, and countless other items. We ended up getting two carts. We are looking at paint in the hardware section of the store.

“So do you want a neutral, boy, or girl color?” Tabs asks me.

“I’ll go with something neutral. I don’t want to come off being sexist.” I say.

“Hahah. Okay. I would choose an earthy green, an either rich red or pale red, a cream color, or an orange that isn’t ugly, or possibly a greyish tone, but not really close to grey.” She says. I’m already lost.

“Uhm. Well let’s try the earthy green or a pale red. Or both!” I say. I’m actually excited about painting. I love creative projects, plus this will help drain stress. “Oh my word!”

“What?” Tabs asks me worried.

“I don’t have my own place. I can’t possibly invade Greta’s house like that.” I frown. “She’d probably said she wouldn’t care, but she has her own life. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“Well then we’ll just have to go apartment hunting.  We can do that Thursday. Sound okay?”

“Yeah. That’d be perfect. I love you, Tabs.” I say with a hug.

“I know. Now you’re killing me.”

“Ha ha. Sorry!”

“Well well. What do we have here?”  I hate the sound of that voice.

I turn to see my mother and Julia shopping for what seems like a party.

“Shopping.” I curtly say.

“For baby stuff?” Julia asks looking at me disgustingly. “Please tell me my man isn’t the father of that thing.”

“First, who says I’m pregnant. Tabitha could be pregnant. Truthfully she’s not I am. Second, my baby does not have that jerk’s genes, so don’t worry about it babe.” I reply icily.

“Watch your tone.” My mother snaps.

“Follow your own advice. Wait you can’t. Hypocrites have that problem.” I snap back. Tabs grabs my arm warningly.

“Come one. Let’s go. It’s not worth the trouble. Let them be.” She reasons.

“Whatever. Have a terrible life.” And I wave my hand goodbye. I hear them mutter words as I leave. I smile knowing they’re angry with me. “You know. I think I’d rather run into Daniel then into them again. Let’s hurry up.”

“No problem.” She said.

“Tabs, I hope I didn’t ruin your relationship with mom or Julia. I don’t want you to get involved necessarily.” I say quietly.

“I was involved once they started treating you like crap. Family never treats family like that. Plus I’ll always be closer to you, you know that. Don’t worry. This break off was much needed.”  Tabs comforts me.

“Thanks.”

“So I think we have enough baby stuff now.”

“Ya think?”

We push the carts to the checkout lane. They only have four lanes open. Seriously at three in the afternoon, you only have four lanes open? I shake my head. Typical. We wait in line and chat about normal things, well as normal as we get.

“You got your wish.” Tabs says out of nowhere.

“What?” She points her finger, and I see who it connects too.

“Craaaaap! Just screw my life now.” I say.

“It’s already been screwed honey.”

“I don’t need your sass. Maybe he won’t notice us.” I turn back around.

“Too late. He’s checking out and is heading this way.”

I glare at her. “It’s your fault.”

“I didn’t have sex.” She sticks her tongue out.

I smack her arm. Here he comes. I hold my breath, ready for the worst.

“Hey. How’re you doing girls?”

“Fine.” I say quickly. He looks at our carts with a raised eyebrow.

“Tabitha. You and Jer finally got it right, huh?”

“Actually-” Tabs starts.

“I’m pregnant!” I blurt out. I blush at my sudden outburst.

“Oh. Well that’s. Different.” He says finally.

I just look away and gulp. This is turning into another disaster.

“So who’s the father?” He asks slowly. He looks me dead in the eye and I knew I just gave it away. “Oh.”

“You know it’s no obligation Daniel. It’s-.” He stops me. I see where his eyes lead, and my mother and sister were coming our way.

“Okay. Dinner. 7 o’clock at the Kessington?” I say quickly. He nods and moves to different lane. Just in the nick of time.

“See you later mommy.” Julia smirks. I just groan in response.

“When did she become like our mother?” I ask.

“When she realized she had nothing better to do with her life.” Tabs answers simply.

We get back to Greta’s and tell her the whole spiel. She laughed most of the time, great support she is. And was on the floor rolling when I told her I blurted out I was prego. So I get nervous and talk impulsively. Who hasn’t? Who hasn’t?!?!

So it’s time to get ready for the dinner. I’m super nervous. What if he doesn’t want me to keep it? I’m already attached. Or what if he wants to get married? I have no feelings for him like that. Oh my. I’m doomed. Greta walks in and sees my stress pouring out of me.

“Boo don’t worry. It’ll all work out. Just let it happen. I’m sure whatever happens that’s how it is supposed to be.”

I hug her. Where would I be without her?