Rekindled Rendezvous

Chapter Seven

I wasn't always the first child. Almost three years before I was born, Mother was pregnant with another child, this time, a boy. Mother was keen on naming him Carter, after her father and my grandfather. But six months before the baby was born, she had a miscarriage. 

She's never gone into details of the incident and I've never had the gut to ask. Sometimes, I think how life would be different with an older brother. Would he have protected me from all my childhood bullies? Would he have warned me about Francisco and helped me through my fight against depression? 

I try not to think of Carter, now. But when I do, I consider him my guardian angel. Someone who would ensure my life turned out the way I have hoped. 

When Mother demanded that we got an abortion, I didn't think much of Carter. But, what if Mother was scared? Scared I would have a miscarriage and lose my child, along with her hopes of having a grandson?

My mother didn't fret often, but the idea of a child growing inside of me worried her, along with my father. The next day, they both barged into Oliver and my room, interrupting us from our sleep. 

"We need to start planning your wedding," Father said, throwing the blanket off us. A freezing gust of wind swept over my body, causing me to shiver. 

Reluctantly, I got up. "There's so much to do," I groaned. 

Mother grinned. "You come with me. We'll go look for a dress while the boys deal with the catering,"

I wrinkled my nose, cringing at the image of myself in a wedding dress. 

Was I really ready for this?

Author's Note:

Really short. I am so sorry, but I don't know if I am going to continue this book. But if I do, I promise to come back and extend this chapter cause I know it's unacceptable.

So sorry, once again.

-Nisha