My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 28 - She's my miracle! (Pic of 3D ultrasound)

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      At this exact moment, I don't know what to do, or especially what to say. For the past entire four weeks I've only had one thing focused on my mind. And that happens to be me wanting to now do adoption instead, and that's my final answer. But Caleb just told me that he loves me... No, not even. He said he's in love with me, and that makes an extremely big difference. What on earth can I do now? This is just putting so much more pressure on me, and all I can think about is how I'm going to end up getting through this. 

      "Caleb," I quietly breathe out, stepping back and staring up into his eyes.

      He lets out in a deep tone, "Yeah Bella?"

     "I don't know how to tell you this. . ." I barely say, my voice hoarse and emotional as I drop my gaze down to the floor below our shoes.  

     A minute slowly passes by us before he speaks. "Tell me what?"

    "I can't do it," I softly state, shaking my head in desperation and fear. His eyes widen when these words escape my lips, and he looks nothing but confused. "I can't go through with keeping her. I'm going to do adoption. I'm sorry... So sorry."

     "What?" He rushes out, frowning and narrowing his eyes in what seems to be anger. "You can't do that. You can't do that without me agreeing with you. She's my daughter too--"

      "I don't know why I'm feeling this way lately," I choke out, swallowing down the lump I have built up in the back of my throat as I lock eyes with his. "I'm so depressed. . ."

    "But why?" He asks, his voice nearly pleading and begging me. "Why do you feel this way? How come you're all of a sudden depressed?" He goes silent as I shrug. 

     "I don't know," I practically whisper, taking a deep breath. 

     "There has to be a reason," he rushes out, his tone loud and stern as I flinch. "When we looked over the profile book afterwards, I told her that we're going to keep her and not give her up. I can't just take that back. You seemed fine with it. Why are you doing this to me?"

  "To you?" I gasp, my jaw dropping in frustration. "How about to myself? I'm killing myself emotionally. I don't want to be thinking this way. I love her."

    "If you love her, then you'd snap the hell out of it and stop only thinking about yourself-"

   "About myself?!" I exclaim, sharply exhaling as I shake my head. "If I was only thinking about myself then I wouldn't be alright with doing adoption! I want her but I know that I can't raise her. I can't do it and I'm so sorry that I'm this weak."

    "No Isabella," Caleb firmly snaps at me, stepping forward and cupping his hands against the sides of my belly. "You're wrong. You're so strong, stronger than any girl I've ever met. We can do this," he quietly states, as I anxiously look down at my stomach in fear. "Together."

    "I babysat this girl's son. She's a teen mom and she's seventeen like me," I quickly let out under my breath, not meeting his eyes. "He's two months old. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. For ten hours, I watched him. I fed him. I changed his dipars. I put him to sleep. I did everything. And he was 8 weeks old... Babies are so much work-- You have no idea Caleb."