My Silver Lining **Completed**

Chapter 33 - 5 months

5 months

Apparently my baby now weighs as much as a coconut. Weird analogy I know but it seems like a good measurement. Anyways, I was now more than halfway done with my pregnancy, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. I was having to take extra classes to be able to graduate before my class, since I would be having the baby sometime around our graduation. It all depends on how long the little one would like to stay in the oven, but I still wanted to be prepared.

We had another ultrasound and we were able to listen to the baby's heartbeat. My mom cried and I don't think Dylan would ever admit it but he did a bit too. It was really cute.

 We had decided before we would rather wait till the due date to find the gender but my mom told us it would be better to know before for the baby shower and everything we have to get beforehand. So, Camille had brought up the brilliant idea of a gender reveal party and we had started planning it for next month. I was excited to know if I was having a boy or a girl and honestly I didn’t want to make a huge party out of it, but I didn’t really have a choice since Camille was practically forcing me. My mother was even in on it, she hid the results from us.

I felt like I needed to get out of the house and do something besides homework or sleep so Dylan took Daniel and I to the old park Dylan and I used to play on as kids. We were sitting down on the bench staring at the withering playground, reminiscing about the good old days.  Daniel was climbing up the stairs to get to the slide. When he got to the top he waved at us.

"Hey, remember when you fell off the top walkway?" He said laughing and pointing to the spot he was talking about. I vaguely remembering crying and wiping off my elbows before running to my mom but I promise you I didn't not fall.

"Fell? Will pushed me!" I said remember the curly haired boy that we used to go to elementary school with.

"Ah, Will. He was such a poor misunderstood kid," Dylan said running his fingers through his hair.

"He was such a jerk. Especially to me for some reason which I never understood. I never did anything to him," I said thinking back to the many times he tried cutting my hair, pushing me down, and calling me names.

"It was obvious he liked you. That whole thing about boys picking on girls, like in his case, was very true. I never could stand him," he said scoffing and staring of into the distance.

"That is not true. He hated me," I replied. It made no sense, half of the things he did to me were way past the ‘I have a crush on you’ stage. It wouldn't have been that drastic.

"Yes he did. I promise you he did, ask Jackson. He wouldn't shut up about you and it pissed me off. Even little 4th grade me knew he was a dick. Did you know I was the reason he switched schools?" He said.

"Yeah, he got tired of me kicking his ass after he would pick on you," he said a bit of humor in his voice as he thought back on it. I never knew that. I looked over to him, and found he was already staring at me.

"You did?"

"Of course, why do you think no one else picked on you again?" He said proudly, lifting his head up slightly. That's why all the boys were always so afraid to talk to me! Especially in middle school, they would barely even look at me.

"What the hell did you tell the poor kids? They were always so scared of me! I always felt so bad! But it was you all along! I should’ve known." I shook my head at him and huffed. For as long as I can remember boys have always dunked away and of course I should've realized he was involved with the whole situation.

I took a deep breath and he looked at me nervously and I could tell he was trying to find the right words to explain himself.

I sat there waiting with my hands on my hips and he bit his lip nervously, probably trying to find the right words so I wouldn't kill him.