What's Done is Done

Chapter 17

We - Brandon and I - return to school the very next day. I'm pretty much recovered from Daniel's attack and so is Brandon; the bruises have almost completely faded. The babies have been kicking me rapidly of which I take as a very good sign. 

We receive terrific news: Daniel has been severely punished for attacking Brandon and I! He has been suspended from school and the soccer team for four weeks. I wish it would've been more severe, but his suspension is satisfying enough. When he returns to school after the four weeks are up, he'll have to serve four weeks of detention and he'll have to do cafeteria duty during lunch (help cook and serve the food, clean up the kitchen and cafeteria, etc.)! So yay for all that.

I endure a pretty good day of school. By now, everyone knows that Brandon and I are a couple, and some are thrilled for us especially Delilah. However, some are unhappy and sour for us. There are more rumors about me particularly this one: I cheated on Daniel, had a one night stand with Brandon, got pregnant with Brandon's babies, and broke up with Daniel. That rumor is just utterly ridiculous!

But I ignore those awful rumors. Luckily I have Brandon and Delilah on my side. I miss my old friends, though, and I wish they'd stuck with me. Oh, well, they're bitches for ditching me; I don't need them. 

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Week twenty eight of my pregnancy has arrived. It's March 10, the first day of spring back. I'm so thrilled that I get a two week vacation from school! I've been worn out lately because of being pregnant.

Right now I'm HUGE. I'm a whopping one hundred and eighty five pounds, my height decreased by half an inch because of my slightly arched back, my breasts are saggy and sore and has increased a LOT (it went from a 36B to a 36D!), my hips have expanded, my butt has gotten bigger, and my stomach has turned into a big, fat balloon. I can no longer see my feet anymore. 

The babies are currently the size of a large eggplant, fairly big. They each weigh three pounds and they're each fifteen inches long. Big babies they are! I remember when they were tiny back when I was fourteen weeks pregnant. They've grown up so fast...

The baby books (one for the boy and the other for the girl) now includes five ultrasounds each. For each baby, I had recorded the weight and length. Over the weeks, they've grown a shit ton.

Every morning I greet them with a soft "Good morning, and I love you, my beautiful children" and every night I whisper to them with a "Sweet dreams, and I love you, my beautiful children". I place a pair of headphones over my stomach and play sweet, soft, gentle lullabies every night for a half hour; I know that they can hear them and I think they enjoy them because they always move like crazy.

Anyway, when spring break begins, Delilah and her parents gives me a huge surprise: During the first week of spring break, they're going on a vacation to Paris, France!

"No way!" I exclaim, jumping up from the table.

"We're not kidding," Delilah giggles.

"We're dead serious," Erin, Delilah's mom, smiles in amusement.

"We leave on the twelfth in two days and we'll go back home on the nineteenth," John, Delilah's dad, informs me.

I squeal, jumping up and down, with excitement.

"Hey, can I invite Brandon?" I ask hopefully.

Erin and John exchange glances, having a silent conversation guided just by their eyes. Then Erin says, "Sure, why not?"

"I'll happily pay for the extra cost," Adds John.

I shriek, "Thanks so much!" and I leap at both Erin and John, giving them a big hug.

I call Brandon on the house phone and tell him the terrific news. He is just as ecstatic as I am. Before we hang up, we say "I love you" to each other.

I can't wait to go to Paris!