MIXED EMOTIONS

36. NEW BEGINNINGS

Two months later...

I stuffed the last of my things into one of the already full suitcases. I zipped it tight and set it on the floor. I wheeled next to the other suitcases and luggage. I just finished packing basically everything I owned in the house.

Charles came in my bedroom and took more boxes downstairs. In the boxes were clothes that were either too small, too short or I simply didn't have a taste for them anymore. We decided to donate them to Salvation Army. I figured I could give back to the community before I left for New York tomorrow.

My bedroom was almost empty, except for the huge king sized bed, dressers and some other furniture I had in the room. My mom was already making plans of turning my bedroom into a nursery for our little bundle of joy that would be coming soon.

My mother was now four months pregnant. I've gotten past the fact that she waited two months before she told she was pregnant. We would soon know the sex of the baby, then they can decide how the nursery is going to be decorated.

I hope Charles can handle that. When it comes to things like that, my mom can have hell of meltdown if things didn't go her way.

I guess I know where I get that from.

I grabbed the last box and put it in the trunk of my car. "I'm ready to go," I said to Charles.

He nodded and got in his car. I followed him all the way to Salvation Army. It wasn't that far from our house. After I drop the clothes, I'll be on my way to my dad's for a cookout he's having.

I couldn't wait to see my little baby boy, Chance. Melanie had the baby about two months ago. Little Chance was a little preemie. Thankfully, he didn't have any complications. He was a little small, but he was getting bigger by the day. I loved him so much. He was so adorable.

It wasn't that I resented the baby when Melanie was pregnant, I just didn't like the idea of her and my dad starting their own little family.

I couldn't resent this baby. I loved him too much. He was too innocent. I also got the privilege of naming him. I named him after me, of course. Chanel and Chance just sounded perfect. I'm already planning on calling my new baby sister Chloe. That's if Mom lets me; but I think I can make it happen.

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We finished dropping off the boxes of clothes and I was drained in sweat. This summer was probably the hottest summer ever.

I sped home and showered. I slip on my black and gold two piece swimsuit. I was definitely going to take advantage of my dad's huge pool. I threw on a pair of ripped jean shorts and a black crop top. Slipped a pair gold sandals on.

I hurriedly put my thick curly hair in to high bun on top of my head. I was already an hour late for the cookout. My dad's been blowing up my phone about my whereabouts. There was a lot of family in town from my dad's side that he was dying to introduce me to.

Camille called on the way to my dad's.

"Hey, boo." I answered.

"I'm so miserable." She responded. I hope I'm not as unfortunate as Camille with the roommates situations, 'cause her roommate sucks from what I heard. She gets up at 8 o'clock every morning and exercises in the room, as if the school don't have a gym you could go to. And she thinks it's okay to play her music as loud as it can go.

I couldn't do it if I was Camille. No way.

I chuckled. "Aw, you have to hang in there, Camy Cam."

"I know. But guess what?" She asked as I struggled to find a good parking spot around my dad's neighborhood.

Why did he invite some many people? I thought.