Nine Months

Grandmother

"You're what?!?"

We made it to my parents house after an hour of listening to Matt complain about the compromised integrity of his sandwich. I had settled on a sweater and jeans, I figured if I'm going to be emotional uncomfortable I might as well be physically comfortable.

"Pregnant, mum." I say while looking at my feet. My father is at work and I didn't want to wait until he came home to deliver the news.

Matt is sitting in the chair besides me at the kitchen table. He looks extremely uncomfortable with the situation.

"I don't know what you want me to say Elle, I don't know what to do." My mother says as she closes her eyes and leans back in the chair.
"You and Richard are going to have to a hard time with this. Where is he anyways? Why isn't he here with you, I think the father should be here!" Her voice getting louder and more aggressive as she leans in towards me.
"Why is he here instead? No offence Matt but I think the father should be here."

"He is." I say barely above a whisper.
My mother turns and stares at me.

"He's the father, really? Really? Bah, no way!" She bursts into a fit of laughter.
Matt and I are speechless. I can feel tears welling up again as he grabs my hand.

"Richard kicked her out when she told him that she was pregnant with his children. A man like that doesn't deserve to be here, to call himself a father. Ellie and I discussed it and I'm going to help raise the twins. Not him. I am here because while I'm not the sperm donor I am the father. " Matt says in a serious tone.

My mother stops laughing as just stares at us.
"You two are going to be parents? Together? Pfft, good luck with that. I can't imagine a guy sticking around if it wasn't his own kid. Pregnant before thirty. You're getting married then?"

Matt and I just look at each other in disbelief. "No, we're going to co-parent." I tell her.

"Good because remember what I've told you, I'm not going to your wedding if you get married before twenty-seven. Now there are some tests you should take, regarding the baby. Mental retardation runs in both my family and your father's so I think it's better to get Junior tested now than later when you can't do anything about it." My mother says as she lights a smoke and takes a sip of her coffee.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that if one of my kids isn't perfect I should abort both of them? I'm not against abortion but I don't think this is your place to talk about it so casually. These babies are mine not yours! I don't care if you got tested when you were pregnant with me or when you were pregnant with Harold, I'm going to do what I think is right!"
I stand up and Matt follows.

"Fine, don't listen to me! Nine months down the line you'll be asking for me in the hospital and maybe I won't show. "
My mother, the queen of 'maybes' and 'just wait and see'

I sigh and say "Goodbye mum, I'll call you later, tell dad the news for me okay?" My mother waves me off and I start walking towards the door. She's a bitch sometimes, but I know she loves me deep down...really deep.

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I've been meaning to update this sooner and I wish I could have updated more but school is hectic and I have my other two works in progress which I encourage you to check out.
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