Rebel

Chapter 32: Northern Lights

"You don't have to give me an answer right away, but you know what I want," Danny said before kissing me and rolling over onto his side. Even after my prodding and interrogations about marriage for the last few days, I was still shocked. Within the past hour, I had maybe said three words to him. I was just so shaken up. I was contemplating the idea of marriage, but I never thought how I would react to his proposal. As anxious as I had been, I was mostly surprised that I didn't beat him to the punch.

Within a few minutes, he was snoring and I was left laying there curled up on my side, staring a hole into the wall and replaying the events over and over again in my head. So much in my life was changing and while one minute I was terrified and struggling to keep up, now I was willing to pull in all of the new feelings and adventures that life had to offer me. I was finally able to pull my mind together to imagine what my life would be like after high school. At this point, it was beginning to look pretty fucking fantastic.

...."Alright. One hundred and eighty pounds," Bre said as she squinted her eyes to see the numbers on the scale. I wasn't happy about this, not in the least bit, but at least gaining all of this weight had its perks. My boobs were fuller and my ass was rounder and these new hips could have stopped traffic. Slowly but surely, I was coming to terms with the fact that I was no longer going to have the tiny frame of a seventeen year old. I couldn't fit any of my clothes anymore. Even my over-sized t-shirts were beginning to feel a bit snug. I hadn't forgotten about the events from last night, but right now I was on the verge of a breakdown just from seeing the numbers on the scale jump up three pounds from what my weight was last week.

"This scale is going to make me hate you," I said with a giggle. "I know. But at least you've gained the body of a stripper. You'll be another Kim Kardashian once that baby comes. Plus I already hate you. You don't have a single stretch mark on your belly," she laughed. "I'm down for the whole Kim Kardashian deal," he said raising his hand. I threw him a wink and waddled into the examination room. "Belly, no. My ass is covered with them," I groaned. "With the added weight and curves!" she cheered, throwing her arms into the air. Conversations like these often left me wondering if we'd actually hit it off as friends outside of these appointments. She was definitely someone that I could relate to and she had left a mark on my life.

"You only have a week left!" Dr. Carter said cheerfully. Honestly, a week couldn't come fast enough. For some odd reason, the temperature outside was too damn high for it to be March. Being pregnant and being in the heat fucking blows. If I could get away with it, I would stroll through the apartment with not a stitch of clothes on. Danny always fussed about it though. "What if someone sees you naked through the window?" he growled at me one morning while we were having breakfast. "I'm gonna tell you like you told me about these damn windows. We live on the fifth floor. If somebody climbs up that high to look at all of this," I gestured to my body from head to toe, "then they deserve the best peep show known to man," I said with a chuckle. He didn't think it was very funny, but I nearly fell off of the bar stool when his facial expression changed.

"It seems like your little lady is doing just fine, but we do have one problem," Dr. Carter said after measuring my belly. Shit. We had made it this far without a problem and now with only a week left, we were having technical difficulties. "What problem is that exactly?" I sat straight up and then quickly wished that I hadn't have. My heart was racing and my head was spinning. I was silently praying to God that nothing was wrong with her. "Well, next week marks you as thirty-nine weeks, which means that we can go ahead and induce you, but the baby is turned face up instead of the favorable position, face down." I didn't realize that I had been holding my breath and that I had squeezed Danny's hand so hard that it was beginning to turn blue. A weight was automatically lifted off of my chest. "We would have to perform a cesarean section in order to deliver the baby if she doesn't turn."