Growing up Together

Chapter 5

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Chapter five

2nd of March 2015

One week later:

I'm in my bedroom cleaning to get my mind off my panic.

It has been a week since my ultrasound where I learned that I am indeed pregnant. I have put the three pictures of him in special places, one is in my bathroom to help me remind me to use the moisturizer, take my vitamins and eat healthy. One is under my pillow so the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up is my baby. And the last one is in my purse so I can look at him whenever I need or want to.

My belly isn't big yet but it does have a curve that isn't very noticeable unless you know what you're looking for.

The only problem now is the fact that I still haven't told my parents, friends or sister.

I think they will be pissed when they find out.

I mean, why wouldn't they?

They still think I'm a virgin so I know Sarah and Mary will go ape shit when they find out because I hadn't told them I lost it.

My parents will be disappointed in me. I'm the daughter who wants to take over the family business and as soon as I finish school I get myself knocked up.

But the hardest part is going to be the topic of the father. I've decided to keep Jared's identity as my child's father a secret. They'll probably get angrier that I fell for him the night before he left.

I've had no contact with him since he left but I guess that isn't a surprise because Deans' parents found all their phones locked in a safe under his bed.

That isn't very surprising for Dean though. He had always said that he'd lock all their phones up before they left for the city so no one they know can call and try to steal some of their fame. But we all thought he was joking.

I guess he showed us.

So tonight, because I honestly don't think I can keep it a secret any longer, I have decided to tell everyone my big news.

Carry is staying here for the weekend and I've invited Sarah and Mary over so I have mostly everything planned.

And the best part is that no one suspects a thing because this happens almost on a monthly basis.

So you can understand why I'm panic cleaning in my room.

Sarah and Mary are helping mom cook, dad is watching the news while Carry visits memory lane in her old bedroom.

Dinner will be ready any second; I can smell it, and all its done so far is made me go into a shivering, shaking and panicking mess.

What am I going to do?!

"Dinners ready!" Mom calls from the kitchen.

I actually whimper in fear but then clench and grind my teeth together to keep silent as I walk to the dining table on legs that may as well be made out of led.

I'm so nervous that I start to dig my fingernails into my palm.

The food that mom plates out for us smells delicious and although I am starving I am too scared to focus on anything besides steadying my breathing so I don't look like I'm having a stroke.

We all begin eating in silence and I try to prolong the inevitable as much as I can but I have always been hopeless at hiding my feelings.

"Crystal, are you okay? You look a little pale." Dad comments in concern.