9 Months

Epilogue - part2

Epilogue- part2

[A/N I've decided to split the epilogue into two parts before I go to the month1 week1 okay guys! If anyone reads thisL]

The next day

I woke up early the following Monday but I didn’t get out of bed. I felt sick.

I couldn’t be pregnant! I would be known as the local slut. I could get the baby aborted before I start showing? Maybe I could transfer the egg. All I know was I didn’t want this baby. I was too young to carry a human inside of me.

What was I going to tell my mum?

What was I going to tell my dad?

What was I going to tell my stepdad?

When should I tell them?

These questions taunted me in my head and they wouldn’t leave. I didn’t want to go to school. I didn’t want to go to school and see Jamie and tell him the news.

My mum and stepdad were coming back today! I planned to tell them over a nice thanksgiving turkey, but I wasn’t going to school. I knew Kaytie would keep my secret.

I changed my bbm status to: Feeling Sick :& and then started on cooking my turkey; that would occupy me while I was home by myself.

Usually, when I cook I move as fast as lighting, which is why I want to be a culinary chef when I graduate college; I doubt I will go to college now, but carrying a child in you is hard work! The baby wasn’t kicking but I could feel ‘it’ weighing my tummy down but I didn’t show at all!

I still ran around the small kitchen, (to me run to you jog), and by 2:00 the turkey was in the oven! My parents where going to arrive in half an hour so I quickly went upstairs to have a shower and flat iron my frizzy hair. I looked presentable for a pregnant 7 year old. I stuck to the loose clothing, (bright blue hoody and baggy jeans) because I knew I was showing just a bit. I usually have a very flat stomach.

“Angela!” I heard my mum called. “We’re home!”

“Coming!” I called back and went as quickly as I could down the stairs.

“Happy thanksgiving!” I said giving my mum a quick hug and taking her luggage from her. It killed me to do so but I did it so that my mum didn’t look suspicious.

“You to sugar pop! Now why aren’t you in school?”

“I'm not feeling my best, but I will be back in tomorrow?”

“Oh my baby,” mum said sympathetically. She felt my head, “Do you have a fever?”

“Umm, not really.” I said slowly.

“What is it then?”

“I’ll tell you later!” I said quickly.

Just then my stepdad, Dan walked in.

“Ohh, that smells nice, what are you cooking?” That was the first thing he said to me. The closest thing to a dad I had didn’t ask how I was feeling or why I was at school; he asked what's cooking?”

“Just a turkey.”

“You didn’t go to school because you were “sick” [A/N emphasis on the sick] but you can cook a turkey. If you are so called “sick” and cooked something, I am definitely not eating that!”

 I rolled my eyes. “Whatever!” And then I went upstairs to get the things I had to catch up from (Kaytie BBM’d me.)

Thanksgiving dinner