The Baby Pact

Chapter Six

After the doctors appointment, we figured that was enough excitement for everyone and we make our way back home.

It's still early in the day, only being around three thirty in the afternoon.

Rose and I are now hiding away, comparing ultrasound pictures on her bed, holding them up in the air as we lie on our backs.

"My due date is June twenty-first. But unlike you I'm only having one baby," she adds with a laugh in which I crack a smile.

Just double the love, right?

"I don't know what I'm going to do. I thought being on my own with one baby would be hard enough but now two? On a low pay income as I still don't even have my high school diploma," I say and Rose sits up suddenly, leaning on her arm to look down at me.

"You're not on your own. You have us now," Rose says, looking at me seriously, a fire burning deep in her green eyes. She has now tied her flaming red curls into a ponytail, us having changed early into pjs.

"I know, it's just..." I trail off, not really knowing what I mean. I can't stay here forever, but they've offered me a home while I need it.

I shrug and Rose lies back down next to me, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Do you know of any baby names?" I ask her and she shrugs.

"If it's a boy, I was thinking Charlie, after my late grandfather. But if it's a girl, I was thinking Cameron. My grandmother always claimed she wanted to my name my mother that but my grandfather liked Lauri better for some reason. I've fallen in love with the name," Rose says with a dreamy sigh, turning over onto her side to look at me.

"What about you?" She asks and I scrunch up my eyebrows. I really haven't given much thought to my babies names, though I probably should.

"Oh...um I don't know. I haven't really given it much thought. I want meaningful names but nothing generic you know?" I say with a small shrug and Rose nods in agreement.

•••

Today is Thanksgiving, Thursday November twenty-eighth. Christine has been with us for a couple of days now and has easily adapted to our household.

My mother has taken a deep liking to her, claiming she had a friend not too different than Christine when she was younger.

She was very much to herself until we went up to my bedroom. She wouldn't talk much, besides the polite thank you and please and hello and goodbyes.

She does talk a lot to that Donna woman over text, updating her and just asking how her day was going.

But holy crap, she ate like a beast.

One thing I've learned over the course of this past week, would be that Christine was always hungry. Whatever talking she didn't do, she made up for it with how much she ate.

She opens up to me more and more everyday, which I find thankful seeing as my only friends are my siblings. Everyone at my school is too judgemental to be friends with a knocked up girl.

I've wished for a good friendship, for someone to understand me and love me as their best friend, and I believe I've finally found her. All it takes is just a little work.

I've been envious since the Saturday I met Christine for her looks. She's naturally gorgeous, with short curly hair and light mixed skin, hidden freckles that blend near her nose and has bright blue eyes. Compared to me, with nappy red curls and green eyes, she could be a model. Though she claims I'm incredibly beautiful, I shake it off.