July 19th
After Cameron left, my friends soon followed. It was just me and my dads. The three of us smushed on our little couch with me in the middle, all under an oversized throw blanket. We ate popcorn and watched Harry Potter, my favorite movie series. Every year on my birthday since I was 11 we would sit and watch as many as we could before passing out. Our record is 6 of the 8 movies, but normally we only make it to the end of Order Of The Phoenix before we died. Today we will make it through all eight, no matter what it takes. I will make sure of this.
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Halfway through Deathly Hallows Part 1, I started losing it. Both of my dads were asleep but I was attempting to go strong, multiple caffeinated drinks in my system. I started getting drowsy though, and Snape's deep droning voice just knocked me out.
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I woke up in my apartment, curled up in some blankets. Cameron was sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling at me as I blinked dreamily.
"Good morning Butterscotch." He chuckles, taking my hand. I whisper a tired 'good morning' back at him and sit up, but struggled with pain and weight in my stomach. I looked down and saw it bulging in front of me. I started panicking, trying to think of what was wrong.
"Shh baby what's wrong calm down." Cameron grabbed my cheeks and stroked his thumbs against my skin, kissing my forehead. It didn't help much as my breathing labored, struggling under the weight pushing down on me. Cameron laid me back down on my side, rubbing circles on my back until breathing evened out.
"Wh-what's happening why do I look like this?" I whimpered out, screwing my eyes shut. He chuckled, but it died down when he realized I was serious.
"Italy? You don't remember?" His voice was laced with concern, hand placed on my shoulder. "Baby, you're pregnant, remember?" Cameron spoke quietly and comfortingly. "You're almost nine months along with our twins. Remember?" His lips kissed my temple gently.
"I don't remember..." My voice trailed back as I tried to think. Last I remember, we had just met. So how did this happen? Have I just forgotten a period of time? "How old are we?" My voice shook.
"I'm twenty baby, you're eighteen. Are you okay? Should I bring you to the hospital?" I shook my head. So I've forgotten the last two years. No biggie. Just kidding. HUGE biggie. I've forgotten two years of my life and suddenly I wake up just about to give birth to twins. I'm a teen mom. My boyfriend is barely legal, we're not even married yet. How did my dads let this happen?
"Let me get you a cup of tea Butterscotch. We can figure out what's wrong." I nodded and slowly sat up, propping pillows up behind me. I rested my hands on my swollen stomach, trying to put two and two together. I noticed a shine and looked down, seeing a small diamond ring sitting on my fourth finger. So the two of us are married? My dads would never have let me get married so young, what's happening?
Cameron came back a few minutes later, carrying a small tray with a cup of tea, some crackers, and a bowl of rice. He set it down next to me and sat by my feet, giving me a moment to eat a tiny bit. I ate a bite of the rice and took a few sips of the tea, setting it down carefully.
"When did we get married?" I asked.
"About seven months ago, a little after we found out we were expecting. But your dads didn't want us to get married, even if they were okay with you being pregnant. So we ran away to the States and eloped, we've been here ever since. I've been here working at a bank and you've been staying home, getting ready for the arrival of our two little ones."
"Is any of this coming back to you Butterscotch?" I shook my head, tearing up. I wish I could remember what was happening. This doesn't feel right. I would never have willingly left my parents like that. I love my dads, I would never have gone far. I know myself. I would rather wait to get married than to leave them behind. I know that much. "Baby please eat more. You need to eat. For them." He put his hand on my stomach and I flinched. Cameron looked hurt as he pulled his hand away.
"I get it. You're not having a good day. I'll let you be alone until you want me to come back. I need to go to work anyways. I'll be back tonight with Chinese food, I know you've been craving that a lot lately." Cameron got up and left the room, looking distraught. It hurts knowing I caused him to be upset, but something just doesn't feel right.
I spent the entire afternoon trying to figure it out. The most common occurring thought is that Cameron purposely got me pregnant and forced me to leave my family and life behind to get married to him. As much as I hated that thought, it was the most common thought. I just started crying. Whether it was from the hormones or from the confusion or something else, I cried.
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"Italy wake up! Shh, little lion wake up." Papa woke me up, wrapping his arms around my body. I woke up sobbing, curling into him. It was all a dream. I'm okay. I'm at home, I'm not pregnant, I haven't run away from home. Everything's okay.
"I-I need to call Cameron." I sobbed out. Dad ran and got my phone, bringing it back and putting it in my hand. I tried to calm my tears and pushed out of Papa's grasp, running into the bathroom and shutting the door. I turned on the shower to drown out my voice from Papa and Dad. I dialed Cameron and held my phone close, curling into a ball and sitting in our tub. Cameron picked up after a few rings. "Hey Butterscotch." He responds. "What's wrong?" Cameron noticed my soft whimpers and sniffles. "I saw you last night what happened?"
Between sobs and sniffles, I managed to tell the story of my nightmare. "Y-you would never make me leave?" I cried.
"Oh Baby of course not! I don't care how long it takes until we can get married, we will stay near our families. We can even stay after. I know how much your dads mean to you I would never force you to leave them." His voice assured me. Cameron kept talking to me until I fell asleep in the tub.
Next, I woke up, I was back in my bed, Cameron's soft snores could still be heard on the other line.
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Little Marks
FanficDan and Phil's daughter Italy gets her marks the night before she turns 16. But she's in for a tough journey with her soulmate Cameron. This is the tale of their first year as a couple. Sequel to Matching My Marks