Mr. Blake's Baby

Thanksgiving Dinner

Kelsey POV

I watched as the familiar trees and roads past by my grandmothers car. I was finally going home. Grandmomma and Paw decided they wanted to travel a few months and told he they would be back soon. I was not excited about coming back to this little town I had called home. The past four months had been low stress and low drama. I started school there and everyone eventually got over my baby bump and they finally quit asking who the father was.

 "I'll miss you." I told my grandmother as she pulled into the drive way of my parents house. 

"I'll miss you more, dear." She said kissing my forehead. I looked at the house once more before smiling at my grandmother to show her I was okay. I hopped out grabbing my two bags and toting the up to the door. I rang the door bell and seconds later my father stood in front of me. 

"Hey Kels!" He said opening the door with a smile. I raised my eyebrows at him and walked past him, not giving him a second glance. Why would I? He and my mother and driven me three hours away to make sure I didn't have any contact with Dean.

I walked straight to my old room and placed the two duffle bags in the floor. I looked around and everything was different. My once blue comforter was replaced with a gray one and the sheets were a dark gray my pictures and drawings were taken down and replaced with a huge painting that took up almost the whole wall and on the other side sat a mirror that went to the ceiling. The walls had been painted from its cheery yellow to a dull grayish white. 

"Great." I told myself sitting on my bed. What could be worse? I guess I spoke too soon cause my door opened to reveal my mother.

 "Heard you were home." She sad walking in and taking a seat beside me. I had only talked to her once after they made me leave and that's when I begged her to let me come home. She wouldn't let me and neither would dad and that was three months ago. Grandma would take me shopping every two weeks which let me know they had sent money for me to spend or just to have. 

"Yeah, I was forced but I'll be gone soon. They are only to be gone for a little." I told my mom standing up and unzipping my bag and started pulling out clothes. 

"We have my firms Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Your father and I are wearing red if you would like to join us." She said, still sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.

 "I'm good. I think I'll stay home." I told her putting clothes away in each drawer where they had once gone.

 "I'm not asking you to go. You are going. I'm simply telling you we are matching." She said looking at her phone probably working. I rolled my eyes and turned to face her.

 "No, that means everything is fine and everything is not fine." I snapped turning my to my drawers. I heard her get off the bed and let out a whisper of 'very well then' before leaving my room and closing the door. I walked over and laid down on my bed on my back thinking about tonight. Was I allowed near Dean? Could I even talk to him or let him see his babies latest sonogram?

I looked at the clock to reveal it was almost eight at night meaning I had only been back in town for two hours. It seemed I had been here a life time. I got up and started working on my long hair, putting small curls throughout and braiding a few strands. It was the perfect boho braid look that I had been wearing ever since it became hard to fix my hair seeing I got tired easily. Walking to my closet I pulled out a white dress that grandma had bought me. I put it on with ease, zipping the zipper up that had luckily been on the side of the dress. The dress clung tightly on my body, showing every curve and showing my baby bump very defined. My boobs had been pushed up a little seeing how tight it was but it somehow managed to look good. I sat on the bed after grabbing my nude high heels and slipping them on. Standing up, using my nightstand, I looked myself over in the mirror. I didn't look seventeen but in my twenties. My make up was flawless on my face and my blonde curls fell down my back and outlined my face.

I walked down the stairs as my parents called my name. My mom looked over my appearance noticing the dress. My dad was next to notice me. He looked at me and then my mom who gave a look saying to shake it off. He didn't say anything to me. I think they feared I would leave or something. I made my way to the bottom, holding onto the rail the whole time. I looked out the door and saw a car waiting on us. We all three walk towards it, Mom and dad on their phones. Getting in the back of the car I got in facing backwards and sitting across from my parents. I looked at them as they seemed so enriched with whatever was on their phones. 

"So where's my phone? I feel left out." I asked and my mom looked up at me. 

"Really?" She asked and I nodded my head. "We don't have it." She said looking back to her phone typing away. I stayed silent until the car came to a halt. I looked at the familiar house in front of me. There sat Dean's huge house covered in lights. It was it was barley days before thanksgiving and it looked like Christmas had thrown up.

Our car pulled to the front door and our door opened letting the cool air rush in. I got out of the car following my mom and my dad following me. The car door closed and I watched as it drove off leaving us on the steps to my child's fathers house. I walked up to the door and twisted the handle, walking in with my mother close behind me. The house was decorated lightly for thanksgiving in the foyer. My eyes shot to my mom who was looking around, looking a bit lost.  

"This way." I told her as I walked towards his dinning area. The double arches let straight into it and I saw my mom look at me for a bit. I signaled for her to walk in first and then I would follow, so she did. We entered the room which caused that chatter to stop to see who had entered. You could hear a couple of people chanting for my mother or calling her name. The room hadn't gone completely quite until I stepped out from behind my mother looking around to see all eyes on me.