I'm Not Sure of My Feelings for You 2 (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello)

Chapter 98 Weakness

  "So Cam told me that you were Prince at corny jokes." Romeo leans back into the couch rubbing his chin. "Well then that makes me King."

  "Is that a challenge?" I push him.

  "I believe it is." Romeo says.

  "Okay boys finish your beer before you have a corny joke challenge." Maria shakes her head smiling after she says that. "You guys are weird." She laughs walking into the kitchen.

In a moment Romeo and I finish our beer and hotdogs...or like I told Maria, weiners. 

  "Alright jackass let's do this." Romeo says pushing his hair back. "Maria come be the ref!" He shouts.

  "Ayee por que me?" (Aww why me?) Maria whines sitting on the chair while we sit on the couches that are across from eachother.

  "What does the lawyer wear to work?" I start out.

  "I don't know what does he wear to work?" Maria says without emotion.

  "...lawsuits!" Romeo and I burst out laughing while Maria sits there with her brow raised. A few seconds later she is dying or laughter, in fact roaring.

  "My t-turn!" Romeo shouts catching his breath. "Wh-"

  "Mama? I need your help!"

                Cam's P.O.V:

I wasn't planning on coming to my mother till I had found a boyfriend and we had gotten married, but as I thought that through it became a shitty idea. I know that she will flip when I tell her that I'm pregnant but she has to understand that it isn't my fault, or that it had been my intention to become pregnant.

The plane ride here was short I actually could've drove and gotten here in less time. Mom and Romeo had moved once again someplace close to L.A. I forget what its called but I got here.

During the ride an annoying child kept kicking my chair, while his father was drooling as the flight attendant bent over. The father was oblivious to the fact that his child was  misbehaving, and bugging an adult...that adult being me!

At the end of the flight I confronted the irresponsible parent that I hope never to become. I told him how his son was misbehaving, and how disgusted I was to see him gawking over a flight attendant. He remained silent while I was talking which I appreciated, his son was mocking me while I was speaking. I ended the conversation, which only involved me talking, with "that child needs an ass woopen."

The whole drive here I felt independent and proud of myself for standing up to someone twice my size who was in fact a male.

When I arrive at my mother's house my nerves have calmed but stress is high, I which they were switched just for the...baby's sake. The breeze is soft and blows in the trees sending off a soothing feel. It is the afternoon which makes the sun in the middle of the beautiful blue sky.

As I walk up the stone porch I hold my non-showing stomach. All the movies and books have shown mothers speaking loving words to their unborn child, but for me I don't see the need...anymore.

I decide against knocking on the door since my mom's motto is "our door is always open". People take that as a chance to visit but little do they know that her actual door is always open.

As I walk through the door the interior of the hall makes my eyes widen. Pictures of my mother and I cover the two walls, and as I continue to walk down the hall/endless road down memory lane, a picture stands out...my mother, me and Romeo. This picture means more than life to my mother for I know that she has urged to have a family like us and to share it with a loving man like Romeo.