It honestly worries me to be posting any of my stories again, but I feel like doing this for reasons I can't explain. I've been trying to better my writing, so maybe this is a test to see if I've actually made progress? This is a bitty piece taken from one of my Seth MacFarlane stories. Whether I'll post the rest of it on here or not, I'm not sure. Maybe I should finish it first before I decide. This is set in the summer of 1994, when Seth and his pregnant girlfriend are students at RISD. Feedback/Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. <3
She stood in front of the mirror of her bathroom, her heart beating a hundred miles per minute. She didn’t want to go. She really didn’t. If her boyfriend hadn’t convinced her to with those beautiful brown eyes and charming smile, she would be in her pajamas right now, curled up in bed and watching movies. Instead, she was in a navy blue dress with an itchy black cardigan and flats that dug into her feet. At least the dress was soft and comfy.
She felt a small kick in her stomach and initially mistook it for another feeling her anxiety was giving her. But she felt another kick, harder this time, and she realized it was the baby girl resting in her womb. An overwhelming surge of warmth flooded her chest, momentarily helping her forget about the heart attack she had felt like she was about to have. The baby kicking and moving around was something she was still getting used to, given that it had just started recently. She rubbed the top of her belly gently. Regardless of the circumstance, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of regret. She was five months along and head over heels in love with the unborn baby. And she was grateful that her boyfriend hadn’t bailed on her and had stood by her side all his time, as well as his family. After her parents practically disowned her all those months ago after she refused to get an abortion, she had been depressed. She had never gotten along with her parents beforehand, but the fact didn’t quell the betrayal and hurt she still felt. But she tried her best to set it aside, making herself focus on her health and that of her baby’s instead.
The front door to their dorm opened and shut gently. Just hearing the distinct footsteps made her heart flutter against her chest and made her grin from ear-to-ear. She turned around in time to see him stop at the bathroom door, looking as handsome as always in a navy blue tux and matching tie. He smiled brightly at her, something flickering in his eyes when they laid on her.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He told her, his deep, rich voice having an effect similar to ecstasy on her. He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips, sneaking his hand in between them to rub her stomach, his way of greeting the baby too. Usually she felt uncomfortable and self-conscious when anyone, even him, touched her stomach. But for some unexplained reason, the action this time made Asia’s heart soar.
He pulled away from her and smiled at her. “Are you ready to go?”
No, no, no. She wanted to say. Can we just stay home please? Let’s just lay down together and watch movies until we fall asleep. But instead, she smiled brightly at him and confirmed that she was.
Seth drove as she sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly rubbing her stomach every once in a while. If she was expecting her baby at a later age, say her mid-to-late twenties, she wouldn’t be as nervous. But she was barely eighteen and expecting a baby with her older boyfriend. And now, she was on her way to meet his extended family. It wasn’t that she didn’t love his immediate family; they were beyond wonderful and she felt really comfortable around them. But she didn’t know the rest of his family and the idea of meeting them scared her. She desperately tried not to think of it. She tried not to think of their judgmental eyes, their mouths forming disapproving frowns, their thoughts that involved “loser” or “low-life”. But then she remembered that this was Seth’s family. Not hers. This reminder helped calm her a bit, but the anxiety still lingered close by like a lost puppy.
