Brian was arriving in L.A. this evening, and I had a few hours to prepare myself and my room for his arrival. I didn't want there to be any trace of evidence to let him find out about the pregnancy before I had told him myself. I hadn't planned on keeping it a secret for long, I was almost certain I would tell him tomorrow, I just had to let him settle in and relax from his flight.
It had been a few days since I had found out, and since then I had visited the doctors and they confirmed the news also. This was really happening. I knew I had to think about my options, but I also knew that I couldn't even begin to do so without Brian's opinion on it. Whenever I imagined myself telling him the news in my head, it always resulted in him not liking what he had heard. How easy would it be to change a mans mind that had been on this earth for almost forty years, thinking that he was never going to have kids and never wanted to in the future either?
Putting fresh sheets on my bed, I sighed to myself as I buttoned up the cover. I had to stop looking at this from such a negative standpoint. If he were to turn up and see me in a mood like this, he would instantly know that something was up. I had to calm myself in some way. I'm sure that the right words would come to me when I saw him sitting in front of me. We both had weird affects on the other. We kind of changed into better people when we were in the others presence. Maybe not to everyone else, but to each other. Sure, we've had the slight few ups and downs, but I knew he'd do just about anything for me and I'd do the same for him.
I heard a knocking filling the hallway, instantly wondering who might be knocking this early. Walking to the front door and answering it, I came face to face with the last person that I had expected to see, my mother.
"Hey?" I answered, clearly not being able to hide the confusion in my voice. That was until one of my little brothers appeared from behind her legs.
"I know the last time that we saw each other we didn't really end things on the right foot, but I have to go out of town for the night and your dad isn't home until tomorrow. Could you please look after Dom?" She asked, which kind of made me feel angry considering everything she had thrown onto me lately. Losing myself in thought, or disbelief, I didn't catch myself zoning out until my mothers voice filled my ears once again. "Please? I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate". I sighed, biting down on my bottom lip, knowing that these were the only few days that I would get to spend with Brian, and they already wouldn't be entirely alone because I lived with Kara now.
"Mom..I kinda..had plans already.." I said slowly.
"Jess, please. For Dom?" She always knew how to guilt trip me. It's not that I didn't want to look after him, I just couldn't handle a lot piled onto my plate right now. And I had no idea how Q would react to having a 6 year old tagging along. I really hoped that he at least wouldn't be mad.
"Ugh, fine" I sighed. "But only for one night."
"Yes thank you, thank you" she chirped, shoving his hand into mine and grabbing his bad of belongings that she had hid behind the door frame. She had come prepared knowing that I was pretty much a pushover. It didn't even surprise me anymore. I took the bag out of her grasp and let Dom say his goodbyes before shutting the door behind us, placing his bag onto the coat rack.
"Since when did Dom know how to drive himself to our place?" Kara joked as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Since my mom is too busy to look after him...once again."
"Oh, that old chestnut" Kara exhaled, knowing the situation all too well. I had other brothers, but they were all a little older than Dom. Ever since my mom had Dom, I had always been stuck looking after him. Most days I looked after him more than she did, and it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. Which in a way, I was weirdly thankful for. She had unknowingly taught me all of the things I knew that I didn't want to be as a mother. Sure, she provided the lifestyle and material things, but when it came to love and showing affection, that was when the motherly bond wasn't that of the norm.
