Begin Again

Chapter Twenty

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Begin Again- Chapter Twenty

Caroline's P.O.V.

"Take a seat." She says, watching as I place my knock off white fake leather Michael Kors bag onto the small dark brown coffee table in her office.

"I talked with my son and he told me you wanted to tell me something." Carol says, she's got an exhausted and yet curious look in her eyes. Watching me carefully sit down, spinning my thumbs in a circle once I clasp my hands together in my lap. Nervousness washes over me, my rosy cheeks feel like they've just lost all their color and have gone completely pale!

"I know." It's all my brain can manage to get out of my mouth- of course she knows. She's his mother...This woman knows everything and if she doesn't..Tyler usually says something. Since he's always kind of been more of a momma's boy..His father on the other hand, he's a piece of work..always has been. Tyler had spent his whole childhood trying to impress his dad and once he got into high school, it was 100 times worse. Yet, somehow his dad took a liking to me instantly. Saying that I was the daughter that he and Carol never got the chance to have. Also, he loved the fact that I tried my best to keep encouraging Tyler to follow his dreams.

It's been a week since we told our friends about the pregnancy and to be honest, I don't regret it even though they say that a million things could go wrong in the first trimester. I'm not worried though. Although, I'm already getting dizzy spells, nausea that hits me in waves and I'm pretty sure that Tyler should be awarded a medal for putting up with me. He's such a champ with this whole -me being newly pregnant thing. The other day, he even brought me breakfast in bed- half the food untouched because of all of my crazy hormones being on overdrive..We didn't really eat that much-if you know what I mean!

"You're not getting a divorce..are you?" She asks in a panicky tone, cutting her gaze from her file folders that are scattered on her desk to look at me. I laugh, although tears are already getting ready to spill over my cheeks. Ugh, these damn hormones need to calm down! I'm either crying and eating pastries straight out of the bag before Tyler can even have one to laughing too much at things that shouldn't even be that funny!

A divorce? It's laughable really because years earlier my mother in law hadn't even really wanted me as a part of the Lockwood family. But, eventually we all kind of grew on each other. I remember when Tyler and I had first gotten married, my mother was against it- saying that he would never equal out to more than a washed up wanna be football player who dreams about going pro if he continued on the path of what he wanted to do after high school. However, in the middle of our senior year, Tyler changed his mind and decided to go into trying to become a fire fighter. I'll never forget the day he came home with the letter in his hands, a letter that stated how exceptional he was at the program he was in with the fire department and how his own boss could see him working his way up the ranks.

Carol taps her foot hard onto the ground, clearing her throat when I look up at her. "No, we're not getting a divorce. Look, Carol. Tyler and I weren't going to really tell anyone. But, I got excited and kind of spilled the beans as they say to everyone at Bonnie and Damon's house." I'm rambling as I try to get my point across and from the look on my mother in law's face I can tell that she looks less then amused by me trying to explain what I want to say.

"Spit it out, Caroline. So, if you two aren't getting a divorce than why are you here sweetheart. You or my son usually never just show up like this to my office, on a weekend none the less." Carol states, watching me run my hands through my hair as I look at her. I can't hide the smile that spreads across my face as I inhale a breath and finally tell her what she's curious about.