Speak Up! Please

Chapter 5

Six months later we only have two more months before we graduate high school at the beginning of June and until my 18th birthday. Quite a bit has happened over the last several months. I don't even know where to start; let's see I have a music compition in two weeks to perform at for band where I'm going to be playing two pieces; one on the piano and one on the violin. Dominic will be performing at the same compition as me; this is to see who obtains scholorships for college or offered jobs right away.

Right now I'm hoping I'm offered a job right away seeing that I'm four months pregnant; yup, you read that right, I'm four months pregnant. I'm in that percentege group of males who can become pregnant. Yes, the baby is Ryder's and we're finding out tomorrow if we are having a girl or a boy. Even though Ryder says he doesn't care, I seriously think he wants a little boy but I could be wrong. Myself, I really want a little girl but a little boy would be just as great not that Ryder wouldn be upset having a daughter.

Ryder and I are still together, he also lives with us after his parents kicked him out for knocking me up. We had gone together to tell his family as well as mine and they blew up. Instantly kicked him out, telling him to grab his shit and leave, they wouldn't have their son living there after he created a 'bastard child'; their words not mine.

When I called dad on the phone in tears after the horrible converstaion where not only did they yell at Ryder for our baby but telling me that I had become pregnant deliberitly to trap him and several other hurtful comments. After explaing to dad what happened he told me that Ryder could move in with us. I thought Ryder was going to loose his shit and yell but he remaind composed; walked to his room and took what he needed, took my hand and we left. No words were uttered to them from him during that whole time.

I sob uncontrollbly the whole way home, trying to apologize to Ryder for ruining his life to the point he had to pull over in a parking lot. He pulled me from his truck and held me unitl I wore myself out and fell asleep standing in his hold.

Dad, Dom and I had moved from Oma and Opa's home about three months ago into a four bedroom home three miles from Oma and Opa. Ryder and I have been saving our money from the jobs we gained when we found out that I was pregnant in order to buy items for the baby and to save for our own apartment when we attend college. Ryder is going to attend classes while I take online so I can work still and take care of the baby when he or she arrives. Oma insists that she and Opa are going to watch the baby when he or she arrives so we don't have to pay for daycare and there is no arguing with Oma when she makes a decision.

What I'm nervous about along with hoping that I will be a good parent to our baby is mother arriving for my graduation in a couple of months. I had recieved a letter at Oma and Opa's home about a month ago from mother stating that she was going to arrive in America a week or two before graduation and see Dom and I and attend graduation.

I don't want the psycho bitch anywhere near me but especially my brother; no one wants her around me more since I'm pregnant; which causes me to freak that she is going to hurt me in order to hurt or even worse kill my child. I just hope she can't obtain her passport to come to the States. Ryder and I have had many conversations about mother and he knows about her and the fear of her possible arrival in a couple of months.

"Baby are you ready, we need to leave?" Ryder asks as he sticks his head and part of his upper body into our bedroom.

Glancing upwards at him with a small smile playing on my lips as I slip my coat on over my arms; it might be April but it's still cold since it is the first week and spring break.

"Ready," I tell him as I zip my coat as I walk toward him. Ryder smiles as he laces his fingers with mine as we tred down the stairs to head to his truck. We're off to look a few apartments and rental houses for when we start college.