Corny Jameson (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Nineteen

I'm not sure if I said this was Corny's house, but that's Corny's house. ;)

Margaret

Today was Christmas. Today was the day I'd tell Vincent that he's going to be a father. Today was the day that I could lose someone I love the most, or someone that would love me and my baby unconditionally.

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I should tell him. Honestly, I was scared. I was really, really scared. Tears flooded my vision as I looked at my stomach. My hands settled on my stomach, holding it while I imagined the baby growing inside of me.

If it's a she, I'm going to show her so much love that she's not going to know what it feels like to be neglected. She'll probably be spoiled. She will grow up to be beautiful, maybe even be popular or famous.

If it's a he, he's also going to grow up with lots of love. He might get embarrassed, but he'll still love me. I'll teach him how to be a man. He'll be just like his father.

If he stays with me.

I picked up the pregnancy test from my side table. I sat down on my bed and stared at it, wondering how I should tell him. He obviously deserves to know because he's the father.

I picked up a small gift box and placed it in there. Then, I wrapped it in wrapping paper that had little Santa's on it and put a bow on top.

This was the only way I could tell him.

I felt the nervousness run through my veins like venom. I couldn't help but let a few tears escape my eyes as I laid down on my bed, resting my head on my pillow.

I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Mom said she'll help me through it, and I trust her, I do, but I can't help but think she's disappointed in me for getting pregnant at seventeen. I'm mature enough, but I can't raise a baby.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you holding up?" Mom asked, walking over to the bed.

I sniffled, then sat up. "I know I've said this many times before, but I'm scared, Mom. I don't know the first thing about raising a baby."

She pulled me into a hug, to which I returned. I buried my face in her neck and cried. She whispered soothing words in my ear and rubbed my back for comfort. "Shh, baby. It'll be alright. I'm here for you."

I wiped my tears off, but kept my head on her shoulder. "I know you are, Mom. But what if Vin leaves me? What if he leaves me like Dad did to you?"

She pulled back and held my face in her hands. "He will not leave you. If he really loves you, he'll stay with you and support you. If he leaves, he never loved you in the first place. He won't deserve you," Mom said.

I smiled at her. "Thanks, Mom."

"It's what a mom is supposed to do," she said with a smile. We sat in my bed for about an hour, while she cheered me up. Soon, I looked like it never happened and it felt like it didn't happen. I headed downstairs with my gifts while Mom followed.

As I put my presents under the tree, there was a knock at the door. I hugged Mom one last time and she gave me one of those mom smiles that says everything is going to be alright. I kissed her cheek before heading to the door, slowly might I add. I took a deep breath, let it go, then opened the door.

Vin gave me a big smile. "Merry Christmas, babe. I brought some gifts," he said, holding up some gift boxes.

I forced a smile. "Merry Christmas. Come in, come in." I opened the door wider and Vincent, Jace, and Janet walked in, all with big smiles.

I closed the door behind them before locking it. "So, how are you guys doing this morning?" I asked. I was trying to make small talk, even though we were going to be opening presents soon.