It's your Baby (A Nash Grier Fanfic) | COMPLETED

Chapter 46

Gwen's P.O.V

"Mom, I'm home!" I called out for her. No answer. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the counter, taking a bit. I sat in one of the stools, when suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My mom entered the kitchen, wearing a white dress, her hair pulled back into a fancy ponytale, her typical red lipstick, her Gucci purse in one hand, and the car keys in the other.

"Hello, sweetie" she said with a sweet smile. I waved at her, biting my apple. "Shall we?"

"Where are we going?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"To the Doctor, I made an appointment for you right now, that's why I was worried that you weren't gonna be here on time"

"Oh, alright, I was actually going to ask you to make me an appointment" I said as I got out of the stool.

"I'm your mother, honey, I know what you will ask for even before you have the time to ask me about it" she winked and patted my shoulder. I chuckled and nodded in agreement, she is right though.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the counter and followed my mom to her car. I buckled in and tirned on the radio, the new song from Selena Gomez was the background.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, in an attempt of starting s conversation. I smiled and tilted my head sideways to have a better look of her. Her gaze was focused on the road.

I shrugged it off, "Fine, I guess" I said, though it was sort of a lie, if you know what I mean. I don't think is a good idea for her to know about Nash and I now that she's driving. Like, I bet she will be so shocked she will crash dorectly to a tree; a scene I would like to avoid. I crossed my arms across my chest and stared out the window.

"Come on, honey. . .You're a teenager, nothing exciting happened?"

"Well, I woke up today, and realize I'm still pregnant, I think that qualifies as something interesting, am I right?" I didn't wanted to sound like that, I might be a little too sensitive. But lately, I've been that way, and I hate it so freaking much.

She chuckled. "I was this exact way when I was oregnant with you and your brother. Moody all the time"

"I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean—"

"No, baby, I get it. . .Really. I understand that being pregnant is such a challenge, that's why, we need to talk about what happens after"

"After what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"When you give birth, Gwen. . ." she let go a heavy sigh.

"Do we have to talk about it now?"

"And qhen do you plan to talk about it Gwen, when you are in the hospital bed, holding your child?"

I cringed at that word. Child. God, every time I hear that it makes me more nervous than usual. With just the plain thought that soon I'm ll be carrying my bare hands a person that came out of me . Oh, my God. Someone I made, inside of me. A real little person; with a delicate face, with fingers, with feet, with a mouth, with a nose. When I think of it, my stomach does a major backflip.

"I know it's hard, but that day will come pretty soon actually, and you need to have a plan"

"We need to talk with Nash too and—"

"You mean that hobo that started this in the first place? Don't even think about it, Gwen. I told you not to talk to him ever again and I hope you're keeping your promise" she said, her tone cold.