Mia
When I left that hospital, my first thought was, "What will my dad think about all this and how will Darien think about all this? Will he leave me?!"
I got out of the car. I attempted to unlock the door, but it took a few tries since my hands were shaking.
"So, how'd it go?" Was the first question my dad asked me when I walked in. "Can we talk?" I smiled nervously. He frowned and sat down on the couch. "I'm not getting an abortion!" I said that as quick as I could to get this over with. "What!" He was angry. I began to cry. "Look daddy I can't do it!" I exclaimed. "Do you not understand how much trouble that baby is going to get you into. Mia your career, your social life, and your life in general, all ruined!" I was crying even harder. I was so angry that the only words I could come up with were these, "Dad just because you say I can't, doesn't mean it's impossible! I'll work hard I promise, I promise. Anything that will make me and my baby happy." He walked out of the room.
He didn't want to talk to me or have anything to do with me. I was happy about having the baby and all, but I was upset that my dad didn't want to accept my decision. I guess if I really think about it I wouldn't want this to happen to my child either, but that still doesn't mean I'd neglect them.
Whatever. What's important now is that I tell Darien, but I don't know how! I clicked on his contact on my phone, but my hands refuse to click call. I clicked.
My palms were so sweaty, I felt like my phone was going to slip out of my hands. He answered.
"Hello?Babe? Is everything ok?" I froze for about 2 minutes. "I'm pregnant!" That came out faster than I expected. There was an awkward silence until he hung up. I couldn't keep myself from crying. For about a week I pretended to be sick just to keep myself from facing him. I don't want him to leave me. We've been together for a year already and our relationship just recently got serious. But now I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me anymore.
I finally got out of bed and started talking to my mom about the baby to help myself feel a little happier. Right when we started talking about a baby shower, my dad walks in and whispers loud enough for me to hear, "You won't even be able to take care of that thing." I snapped and said, "Stop telling me what I can and can't do! I can do whatever I want whenever I want ok! I don't need your stupid advice! I don't care if I'm too young I swear that I'll show you how hard I can try to care for my child! And more importantly nobody calls my kid a 'thing'!" I was crying again. Stupid hormones.
I looked down at the floor. I was shaking, I felt kind of dizzy, and bewildered. I suddenly whispered, "I hate you." And I ran back into my room. I was tired, but all my thoughts and worries didn't let me go to sleep. I laid there for hours, waiting, for someone to understand.
I hear the door open, but I don't look to see who it is. I smell food and my head immediately perks up. It's my dad. He put the plate on my desk and then sat down on my bed. "Mia I'm sorry for hurting your feelings just now, I guess I just didn't really think how much love you've put into that child of yours. Looks like you've given the same unconditional love we given to you, to that baby. I just don't understand why you'd do this to yourself." He explained.
"To be honest dad, I don't know either." He hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sure you'll make a great mother." He said.
