Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Birthday Madness

You weren't expected.

You just weren't.

Your mother was known to be in clubs more often than not even when she was married and had a child to take care of.

Rumor spread that she was a whore but she walked without pain so that could've been either her acting or going with the pain.

People expected she was acting because she 'loved the thrill of it' as they all expected it from her when she partied.

Nonetheless, you came unexpectedly, immediately causing awareness to your mother once she threw up in her bathroom after her husband drove their son to school.

When she crouched over the toilet that morning she expected that it was because of the drinks.

Or maybe she was sick again, yes, that was even a possibility for her.

But she went to the doctor that weekend without telling her son or husband, she was afraid of what they might think of her then.

So she went to the doctor, gave him her urine sample and waited for the results.

She was scared, of course, and the possibility of her being pregnant was terrifying to think about; especially on who it belonged to.

When the results came back in the mail she checked every so often, she felt her heart sank down to the very pit of her stomach.

She nearly threw up again upon reading the letter.

"Positive."
Was written all over that letter and the young woman threw up again in her bathroom not because of the baby she carried, but because of the stress thriving in her.

It took her a while until she took the enormous courage to tell her husband, pushing back his brown hair in the bed and telling him the news.

He asked if it was his and you told him you didn't know.

He was very disappointed, very very disappointed about the whole thing indeed.

You whispered to his ear that you may do an abortion but he immediately disagreed with you and looked at you with a fearful glare.

"God no, we can't do that!"
He said in a hushed whisper and she admitted herself that she couldn't do such a thing.

To kill someone, especially a child that wasn't even born yet was a disgusting and a disgraceful sin in The Bible.

Even when they both have done many disgraceful sins, to kill would be going too far.

Way too far...

So over the next nine months, they managed to tell your older brother, Fredrick, that they were having you out of all things.

The neighborhood and especially your grandparents were extremely worried about who the baby belonged to.

If you looked like your mother's husband, then you were his, if you looked like another man, then you were an unfortunate mistake your mother made.

It was rather a breaking point your mother had upon seeing your blond hair attached to your small little head.

But she truly broke down when you opened your crystal blue eyes to look at her with, your cries coming out of you made her comfort you to her sweaty form.

Even if you weren't his, you were still her son.

Years passed and you grew up to be such an adorable but rather a rowdy child in the neighborhood.

You may have been just three years old but man could you yell, run, jump, and even play around like an uncontrollable little brat you were.

But everyone accepted you with your blond locks, crystal blue eyes, light healthy skin, and those rosy cheeks just made you too much for this world to handle.