The Diary of a Teenage Psychopath #Completed

Chapter 23- Thanksgiving

November 15th

Dear Simon,

I am so excited! There are only a few weeks left before Simon is born! I cannot wait to have the little guy in my hands, kissing and loving him. Chester has his phone on at all times since the clinic says that it is possible that teenagers can deliver premature babies. Everything seems great, I have been driving to the check ups myself using mom's car. It's disappointing that she never realizes I drive it but she also hasn't been out of her room for a few days. I guess I am more like her than I let on to be.

I don't tell Chester I drive because he will for sure drop out of school and come back to kill me. I don't have my license and I am very very pregnant. There is more good news!

Chester will be visiting for Thanksgiving in just a few days. I never celebrate it but he's planned to make dinner and watch movies with me. His family invited me to dinner but I told Chester that I wouldn't feel comfortable going. Without any questions he accepted it. Reasons why I love him. I am the happiest I have been in a few weeks. It feels nice to have something to look forward to.

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November 24th

Dear Simon,

I love stuffing. I still don't know exactly what it is but I am completely in love with it. I think baby Simon loves it too because any time I smell it, he gets excited and begins kicking me.

Chester sure knows how to cook. Some of the dinner was left over from his families Thanksgiving and the rest of it like the baked mac and cheese, the apple pie, and the steak were made right in front of me. I sat at the kitchen table and watched him work.

His arms had gotten more toned and muscular. He told me he had joined soccer in college. He didn't speak about there much. I think it is because he knew that I was planning on going at one point. He makes me feel like I still can. He makes me feel like I can do anything most days.

As he shuffles around the kitchen wearing his apron, I hold back my laughter. I sit on the kitchen stool, with my back pressed against the bar leveled table.

After putting the pie in the oven, he takes off his mittens and stands in front of me. I look up at his sweaty face, as he has gotten a little taller it seems. His brown eyes and wide smile is something I have missed.

"Why you lookin at me like that?" He asks moving closer.

I blush.

"Because you're here breaking your back to cook all this food and this entire time, I've only wanted some chocolate." I say teasingly.

He smirks, moving his face close to mine. He kisses me lightly.

"Is that so?" He mumbles.

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck.

He places a dozen kisses all over my face.

I giggle like a child. Oh how I've missed Chester.

I take a deep breath, inhaling all the food.

"You can have more chocolate later, it's late. You have to eat something." He says.

I roll my eyes. "Concerned Dad is back." I say jokingly.

"You damn right. I don't know what you've been doing here without me. Probably done poisoned Simon." He laughs.

I open my mouth shocked. "I have been eating and doing only beneficial things to Simon." I say defensive.

"If you say so." He cuts a piece of steak and cools it before putting the fork to my face.

I take it into my mouth and already it is so juicy and well seasoned. As I begin to chew, I close my eyes.

"Mmm." I moan.

He looks at me lightened and pleased with himself as he should be. As the food is all prepared, I eat until I am too full to move. I see him take a large plate of food upstairs and in moments I hear a knock. No one answers the knock as I expected. Mom would stay in there as long as she pleased.

I hear faintly as Chester speaks to her room door.

"I'm going to leave the food right at the door, you take it up whenever you're ready." He says. I smile at his kind heart but shake my head in disappointment because she doesn't deserve it.

He comes back downstairs and I pretend I was unaware of the whole thing.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

I rub my belly, too full to respond in a full sentence.

"Pregnant." I say sheepishly. He smiles and helps me up then walks me upstairs.

Chester turns on the TV in my room and sits me down in my bed. He sits behind me, his back leaning against the bed head and I scoot up so I am between his legs. I sigh in relief as he massages my back and happiness greets me as one of the movies from his movie collection begins playing on the screen. The TV was so crystal clear and large. He had bought it for me after finding out I smashed my own. He even bought back my mirror and dresser though I asked him not to.

The night continues and as we are on the second movie, he falls asleep. I pick up the remote and turn the TV off, then adjust so I am lying down beside him. As all is quiet, I hear the small creak of the room door next to me, the clinking of silverware to a glass plate, and in a few minutes the closing of mom's room door again. I pull Chester's arms around me and go deep into sleep.