Marvelous First- Part ONE #NewAdult

Twenty

" He wants to have a conversation, about the plans of what to do when the time comes for the baby." I exclaim, sending my hands up in a frenzied motion, as if talking with my hands, calms my beating heart. " I know sweetheart, but think of it this way he just wants what is best for the child, as do I, and as do you. Just hear him out my darling. ".

How did my mother become so logical? Everything she points out make since what would I do without her? I'd be nowhere, I'd be lost in a sea feeling so discombobulated. " It's a blessing you only live a block away" I mutter sweetly, as I turn to face her in the mirror her complexion looks so effortless.

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She looked at me, cupped her palms onto my skin- the warmth of her hands sends a wave of hot fire through me. " My sweet baby, even when you have your child you'll have a place in my heart. " In the silence of the apartment my mother and I stand there as if we're made of steel iron, you'll be a grandmother I exclaimed through my weary eyes. "You're going to be a mother" Mother repeated...

Breaking free from my mother's arms, the way she embraces me so tight, its as if the air is being transferred out of me, like a hot air balloon deflating after just minutes floating in the cloudless blue sky.

" That must be Nate, oh I think I'm going to be sick. Mom can you please open the door.

She leaves the room, alone at last I sit trying to collect my thoughts , trying to foresee what Nate's going to say. What I'm going to say if this meeting doesn't go as planned. Who am I kidding Isabella- you have no plans, do you? My inner voice fights with me.
Yes I do, I do have a plan

No you don't admit it, you don't!!

Yes i--- do" I say cursing at my inner self to stop this. I hate fighting with myself and if I'm alone meanwhile someone stomps into my thoughts I pause feeling stupid for doing this to myself.

"Isabella Nate has come to talk"

Right just as planned I mumbled

" Just a minute mom, just offer him something to drink while he waits. Trust me I'll be just a minute. I exclaim from inside my bedroom door. My mother isn't much of a talker- she's much like a silent bird when she retrieves my door.

I know making Nate wait isn't the best hospitality but I have to fix this nest of a hair, a girl cannot go anywhere without fixing her hair. I hear the mumbles of conversation being introduced by my mother: Oh god mama don't rush him off. Give the poor man a break. Don't hound him for information. I think to myself frantically loosing train of thought.

Stomping down the hall, my feet sound like roars of thunder. " Mom, didn't you hear me, don't hound for information." I streaked, my voice causing her to stop mid sentence. " Darling it's not... " I sighed, "polite to yell at your mother I know—"

Her features lightened, as I entered the room plopping down on the cream- colored couch that accented the room beautifully. Turning my head, locking my eyes in my mother's direction, feeling guilty for what I had done " I'm sorry for snapping at you, its just Nate and I really would like some privacy."

She nodded. Leaving the room silent. All that could be heard was my irrational heartbeat which happens when I am nervous. " Thank you for letting me stop by, Isabella I know you weren't expecting a call asking if I could stop by."

" No I wasn't but that's alright. If we're going to have this baby then you and I need to start communicating: Or at least try" I say regretfully looking down at my bare skin, waiting for him to chime in his thoughts.

He took a breath clearing an eyelash out of his eye.

" I really do want to be apart of this child's life, I don't want to waste time Isabella, the night after you sent me the text of you are pregnant. I was scared, I wondered if I am good enough to be a father. Since I grew up without a male figure..."

My voice went from being loud to almost a whisper, " But I thought you said you... have a father. I croaked gasping for air, " I did have one but days before my thirteenth birthday- I was the one who found out."

" And your mother?" I asked as I wiped fresh tears I didn't know I had so they wouldn't come down. " Well you know- she's Emotionally Damaged. Meaning she's lost without him there, she even started becoming an alcoholic because of the loss of my father" Nate muttered through his tears.

" Oh Nate" I scooted over enclosing the distance from me to him instantly wrapping my arms around him securing him. " It's been twelve years, I'm so not okay with him dying.

In a moment of feeling sorrow about Nate's father's death something happened. We linked our lips together, instantly giving way the tides that want us together.

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