Nine Months

Get Dressed

Sorry for not posting in a while, college kind of got in the way. I'd like to thank readers who stuck with the story through the dry spell, if any did...

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"What do you mean you haven't told them?" Matt says in disbelief. "Like haven't told them what? That we're going to co-parent?"

I shake my head. "I know I should have told them, but how do you tell your parents that their 'darling daughter' got herself knocked up?" My voice rising with panic. "With twins no less! Then I'd have to tell them that the father left me!" I can feel tears rising again for the umpteenth time today.

"Ellie, they're your parents, your kids grandparents, you have to tell them." Matt looks at me and I can see the pity in his eyes.

"Why? Can't I just, I don't know! Run away?" I say as I get off the sofa, my book falling to the floor.

Matt gets up slowly from off the sofa as I wrap the blanket around me. He kneels, picks up the book and places it on the coffee table.

"Come on get dressed. Let's go." he says as he places his hands on my shoulders.

"Wait, are you being serious? We're going to run?" I ask as I drop the blanket.

"No, we're going to see you're parents." He says as he walks past me into the kitchen. "Now go get changed. I'm going to raid your fridge."

I shake my head and walk to my small room. I open my closet and stare. What does one where when one is going to tell her parents she's pregnant?

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"Ellie do you have any regular mustard or only this French stuff?" Matt yells from the fridge.

"Just the French stuff!" I yell back. Before he can complain I add, " It won't kill you."

It's been at least fifteen minutes and I haven't found an outfit to wear. I'm starting to run out of options.

"It smells funny though." I hear Matt mutter from the kitchen.

"Matt! Stop fussing about the mustard and come here." I turn back to the closet and add "please."

I hear his footsteps outside the door and his hand on the knob.

"Can I come in or will my innocence be lost forever?" he says as he opens the door a crack.

"I'm decent. Besides your innocence is non-existent." I say as he walks into my room.

Clothes are strewn all around the room and Matt stops to take in all in.

"What the hell did you do? Anger The Tasmanian Devil? Ellie just pull something on, we have to go and my sandwich is getting soggy." He says as he picks up a piece of clothing and lays it on my bed.

"I don't know what to wear. " I say as I sit on the bed and pick up the shirt Matt put there moments before. "What do you wear when you tell your parents you're pregnant?" I ask him.

"Well I'd wear a shirt that said 'Baby On Board' or 'Bun In The Oven' but it looks like those are the only two shirts you don't have." he says as he come to sit with me. "Just wear whatever you want. I don't think they're going to care after you tell them anyways."

True, my choice of wardrobe will be the last thing on my mother's mind after this.