Don't Blame it on the Hormones - Faith's Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter 11: Thanksgiving

Chapter 11: Thanksgiving

Wednesday 28th November

Faith's P.O.V

I woke up on the morning of Thanksgiving and laid in bed, encouraging myself to get up. A few minutes later I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in." I shouted.

In comes my Mom and smiles at me, coming into my bedroom and sitting on the end of my bed.

"Morning and happy Thanksgiving sweetie. How did you sleep?" She asked me.

"Good, what about you? Happy Thanksgiving to you as well." I asked her.

"Yeah good. I've been wanting to talk to you alone but couldn't manage yesterday as we were so busy preparing for today."

"Okay, what about?" I was nervous, she can't know, surely.

"You and Ryan. Are you having sex?"

I hesitated, not knowing what to say, do I tell her the truth because she's my Mom, but run the risk of her finding out I'm pregnant before I can sort it out, or deny it but then I've lied to my Mom for the first time ever, we've always been so honest with each other.

"Yeah we are Mom, I was 17 before we did anything if that helps."

"It's fine sweetie, I just wanted to know, don't get me wrong I wish you weren't but you're in a relationship, you're a good kid, you don't drink or do drugs, and your safe. Was he your first?"

"No, Daniel was my first."

"Okay, again I wish it wasn't like this but you are a good kid, well a young adult, you're in your Junior Year and you're not silly, just make sure you also use condoms."

"I am."

"Good, do you want some breakfast? Pancakes."

"That sounds amazing, I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay."

She then got up and left the room. She would never trust me again if I told her I was pregnant, and I don't want to lose the trust between my Mom and me, there's a lot of trust between us. This is so the right thing to do, I'm looking forward to this being over, and then morning sickness going, it's faded but it's still not gone, but it's in the evenings now. I swung my legs off the end of the bed and put my dressing gown on over my pyjamas, and slipping my slippers onto my feet and went downstairs, sitting in the lounge with my feet up with Mia and Dad who were watching tv, dad was sketching something in his book.

"Happy Thanksgiving Faith, how did you sleep?" Dad asked me.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too, I slept good, how did you sleep?"

"Good too, you looking forward to your Mom's dinner."

"I really am. I'm going to offer my help soon."

"Good, that'll be nice. Are you seeing Ryan today?"

"I am, he's coming over after dinner." I replied. "What are you doing there?"

"Me and your Mom have been thinking about what to do with the building at the back of the house. It was built as a back-up bedroom in case of any more children and guests but it's definitely not going to be used now."

"Could I have it?" I asked.

"What for?" Dad asked.

"A bedroom. I could move my things out there, it would be great, I could work on decorating it and everything myself, it would be amazing."