Ever since that late midnight snack night, Mum has been observing my every move closely. She would make sure to take in any signs of differences showing. I know she’s just mum watching over her child. To protect them from all the bad things in life.
While I was still asleep early in the morning mum had left the house to go to a pharmacy not so far away from home. She picked up a chick flick romance movie, ice cream, chocolate candies, and a pregnancy test. Today was going to be different than other day I’ve ever lived.
“Pregnancy test?” I groaned.
She nodded her head. “Rosie, all you have to do is just pee on a stick and wait a minute. It’s not that hard.” She read through the instructions carefully. With her smart teacher glasses on she began to educate me on a damn pregnancy test stick. Slumping down in my seat I shook my head disappointingly.
“I’m not peeing on a stick, mum. I’m not pregnant for the millionth time!” Mum sat across from me folding her hands in her lap.
“It will be a one time thing. If it’s negative, great. If it’s positive then you’re going to have much more responsibilities added to your life. But this pregnancy test tells your future. It’s easy just peeing on a stick okay?” I looked down at the pregnancy box sitting in front of me. I took the box and decided to get it over with.
I followed the instructions thoroughly. Placing the stick near the sink, I cleaned up around the bathroom washing my hands and waiting for a couple minutes to determine my ‘future’ that Mum would like to call it. I walked over to the living room gazing out the window. Mum joined me on the sofa with my mini guitar placed on her lap.
“While we wait, why don’t you play something? Get your mind off everything. You used to play this thing all the time when you were fourteen. Always up in your bedroom strumming the chords when you wanted to take your mind off things.” She passed over the guitar to my lap. Staring down at it, I did remember that I would go everywhere with this. Wether it was in the park sitting down on the bench and playing, or just playing randomly in the backyard under the tree.
“I remember,” I smiled.
Mum took a second to look at me differently. “You remember playing the guitar?”
“Of course I do! How could I forget this?” I smiled and strummed my fingers through the string. Strumming through the strings of the song I had first learned, Mum went to go the bathroom to check on the pregnancy test. I sat there exploring all the different sounds and notes it could make. Mum sat back down silently.
“It’s negative isn’t it? I told you-“
“It’s pink,” Mum looked down at her fluffy slippers, “You’re pregnant.”
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my flat stomach. Looking back up at Mum, she began massaging her temples disappointingly. “You’re still young, Rosie. I’m just a bit upset that you and Harry weren’t careful enough. What’s going to happen with both you twos careers? Are you just going to drop them now?”
“But we were careful,” I sat my guitar down on the table across from us, “I know you’re disappointed at Harry and I, but I’m kind of happy. I get to see a little boy or girl running around the house playing with their toys and getting to dress them up with adorable clothing and it’ll just be adorable!” Thinking about those cute moments of raising another person was exotic.
“It’s not just that. You have to watch them all the time. Make sure they will be safe from all the dangerous things. Feeding them, changing them, teaching them. It’s not that easy, Rosie. Life isn’t easy.” She stared at the walls with blank emotions.
I laid my head against her shoulder. “I know it’s not easy. Can I go see Leigh for a while? Dad will be home later on and I just want to go somewhere before the house blows up.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to get some fresh air. Geez, I just can’t believe this is happening.” Mum shook her head chuckling. I laughed and hugged her tightly.
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“Quit messing around. . .” Leigh looked at me with no facial expressions. “This isn’t one of you and Harry’s stupid pranks again is it? Because if it is, then this is a really serious topic you’re playing with.”
I fiddled around with my fingers. “But I’m not playing around this time,” I looked up from my hands to look at Leigh, “I’m telling you the truth.”
A small smile formed across her lips. “Well, congratulations then!” She hugged me tight laughing and giggling.
“Does Harry know?” she asked.
“Nope he doesn’t know yet. I was planning on telling him today, maybe tonight or something.” I scrolled down my messages in my phone. A few seconds later, I received a new one from my mom.
“What?” I whispered.
“What’s wrong?” Leigh asked as she sipped her coca cola.
“Something weird happened at home. I’ll call you later, okay?” I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.
It was weird for my mom to send me a lengthy text message. If it was extremely important then she would have called me instead. The text message said that she did something terribly wrong, and that she was apologizing for what she did.
I parked the car in the drive way and ran inside the house. There were tears in her eyes and little bits of broken phone pieces near the wall. “What happened?” I sat down next to her.
“I didn’t mean to, Rosie.” She shook her head disappointingly.
“It’s alright, mom. I won’t be mad, but you have to tell me what’s wrong.” She hesitated to tell me what’s wrong with her for a second.
She wiped her tears with a tissue and inhaled a deep breath, “I called Harry and told him about everything. I was so excited for the both of you, but he wasn’t. He seemed so mad and boiled up. It was like he was a different person than usual.”
“What did he say?”
Mom sniffled, “He said that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. It looked like his message was cut off, but he stopped after misspelled word.”
“That’s alright.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“What?”
“It’s okay. I can do this by myself then.”

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