ALEX

WITH LOVE

"So how did the two of you meet?" Chris's mother questions me as she reaches over to grab her cup of tea.

Chris has invited me over to his parent's place where I find myself sitting in their living quarters with my face plastered towards the victorian clock on the wall, just waiting for the hour hand to strike six. His mother doesn't seem so fond of me from the moment I stepped into her home and every waking minute in her presence is utter misery. At least I can see where Chris's get his spunk from. He is a mere resemblance of his mother but in a male aspect.

"At a supermarket," I answer doubtfully, not sure myself where the hell I met her son.

That woman's gray eyes ceases to leave mine as she clears her throat before continuing with her interrogation. "Let me guess, the two of you picked the same condiments and fell in love right away," she snickers. Her sarcasm right now I wish she could choke on.

"No, our shopping carts crashed into another," I answer softly trying my hardest not to jump over the coffee table and smack some sense into her.

I don't know why I even agreed to meet his parents. All of this feels rushed to me, I've only been with the man for three months and already I'm pregnant, knocking at his parent's door expecting them to invite me into their lives with arms wide open. I think not. Earth to Barbara, what-the-hell!

"How cliche, how come I didn't think of that," his mother sucks her teeth and cross one leg over the other.

By now Chris can see that I am drowning within the rising tides that is his mother, because suddenly I can feel his hands clasp with mines. I look over to see a smile on his face as he sighs deeply.

Oh no, don't you do it. He is about to tell his mother that we are pregnant. Why would he do this to me, we both agreed that we would hold off on telling anyone.

"Mother I didn't bring my girlfriend over for you to play jeopardy with," Chris cheers on while digging into his pocket.

Chris gestures his father to take a seat next to his mother. His father is as clueless as can be as he scurries over to the sofa. He hands his mother an envelope.

"What is this," his mother sounds unease. I can tell by that look on her face that she's about to get a heart attack, the poor woman's eyes search my hands for a ring. Its as if she knows that she is about receive unpleasant news.

"Don't look at us, look at the card," Chris snaps his fingers trying to grab his mother's attention once more.

Slowly she tears the envelope and pulls the bright confetti card out. She reads it to herself then hands it over to her husband.

From Chris's face I could tell that he was waiting for his parents to be thrilled. His father didn't seem to shock by it all, he actually looked quite happy. But his mother, that woman's expression was cold as ice.

"We are expecting," his mother whispers to herself. You can tell by the ghostly look on her face that she's not even mentally in the room anymore.

"With love," she continues.

Chris is smiling his pearly whites by now as he grabs me and pulls me closer to him.

"I am going to be a dad, we are going to be parents!" He shouts.

Yeah, I personally think that we've just committed a crime right there because his mother looked as dead as ever. That poor woman, that poor, poor woman.