Corny Jameson (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Twenty-one

Margaret

"I told you, Mom. I knew he would do that," I cried. Currently, Janet and Jace were making the rest of the Christmas dinner while Mom comforted me on my bed in my room.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten pregnant. It's my fault," I said.

She pulled back and look at my tear streaked face. "Margaret Lara Anderson, don't you dare say that again. Yes, you're pregnant, but it's not a big deal. I'm here to help even if he isn't."

I smiled through my tears. "Thank you so much, Mom. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

So, we sat on my bed for a little while, while she comforted me in ways only a mother could.

"Hey, Meg, Mary. The dinner is almost ready," Jace said.

We looked over at him. "Thank you," Mom said.

"I'm gonna go freshen up," I said. "Don't want to look like this at dinner."

Mom smiled. "I'll meet you downstairs."

I walked into the bathroom, not looking in the mirror. I didn't want to see how pathetic I looked. I quickly washed my face before heading downstairs.

"Wow, that a lot of food," I said, smiling as I walked over there.

"Yeah. Too bad Vincent decided to leave," Janet said.

"Now, now. Let's not talk about him right now. Let's enjoy the family dinner, together."

Once everyone got their food, we sat down in the living room near the bright white Christmas tree. At first, I played either my food. This was supposed to be our first Christmas together, but Vin decided to be a baby instead of growing up.

"Are you okay?" Jace whispered.

I gave him a small smile. "Yeah. Just a little sad that Vin isn't here. This was supposed to be our first Christmas together."

He gave me a side hug. "It's gonna be alright. He's coped with really big things really badly his whole life."

I nodded. "That's why I had my doubts."

"He'll come around sooner or later," he said.

I felt better after that. I soon finished my dinner - even getting seconds - and I helped Mom do the dishes before seeing the Jameson family off. Then, we put the food away for leftovers. Once that was done, I headed to my room.

I sat down in my window seat, looking over the street. There was snow everywhere; the street, the sidewalk, the few cars that were parked, all the houses.

My eyes went to Vin's house, where only two lights were on in the house. The living room and Vin's room. Just thinking about him brought tears to my eyes. We were supposed to have a great first Christmas together, not one that was ruined because of the miracle we made together.

I thought about what other mothers would do if they were pregnant. One time, I saw a woman in a restaurant talking to her baby. Now I don't know what that does, but maybe I should try it.

I looked down at my stomach and smiled. "Hey, little baby. This is your mommy. Mommy is a little sad right now, but I just want you to know that I love you, and I don't think I want to give you up. Just thinking about having you right now makes me happy.

"Your Daddy is a little angry right now. He left a little while ago, but I'm sure he'll come back soon. I'm pretty sure he loves you, too. I know you can't hear me, but I thought I'd try this. I love you, little one."

I smiled to myself. Even though I'm young, I think I want to raise this baby. Every mom has a connection with their baby that no one can break. I'm only a month along, but I can feel that connection.

I stood up from the window seat, taking one last look at Vin's house. I looked at his window and saw that he was looking at me.

Did he see all of that?

I hope so. I want him to feel bad about how he acted.

I left my room and went downstairs. "Hey Mom?" I called.

"Yes, honey?" I went to her room and leaned against the doorway.

"Do you think talking to the baby will make anything better?"

She smiled. "When the baby's ears develop, they'll be able to hear your voice. So, if you get used to it now, it will be easier to do when you're farther along."

I smiled. "I just talked to the baby upstairs."

Mom smiled. "I never thought my little baby would grow up so fast."

Her hands cupped my cheeks, and I placed my hands over hers. "I'm still your little baby. Also, Mom, I actually, uh...Want to keep the baby."

Her smile grew. "That's great! I can tell you're going to be a great parent."

"Thanks, Mom."

***

Here's a sad gif of Meg.

Just because of the sadness in her life right now.

So, what do you guys think?

Should she keep the baby?

OR

Should she not?

I lied when I said there was only one plot twist left. There actually a couple more. Or a few. Or more than that.

ANYWAY.

~ Phoebe