Only With Me

Chapter 10

Kimora's POV

"First, all you have to do is avoid the chancla. You have a baby growing inside your stomach and we don't want him or her to get hurt." Charlotte whispered as she heard our mom approaching the door.

Ding Dong!

"Don't worry, i'll protect you." David said with a supportive smile. How encouraging of him? If only he knew the powers of the chancla and how devastated i was about being pregnant with an unknown father.

What mess did i put myself into? Was i drugged? Was i rap....? I don't even want to think about it but at the end of the day i'm pregnant.

How?

I haven't slept with any man since i was born. Yeah i said it! I had not even had my first kiss. So how the heck was I pregnant? I can't just push the topic away. A baby was involved. My child. A huge responsibility.

Why can't I remember anything?

"Kimora, why are you staring into space like that?" My face froze as i saw mom had been staring at me. Had Charlotte told her already and when did she get in?

"Uhmm...mom. Wel-welcome. Did..uhm..How was your trip?"

I was never one to be scared of my mom. It was normally Charlotte's thing. During high school, she usually partied hard and came home late with her shoes in hand, tip toeing into the house. I was the good daughter. The one who loved staying indoors, reading, doing chores and sometimes getting bullied in school.

What do I mean by sometimes? Always!

Yeah, you can say it. I was the typical female lead of almost every wattpad romance book. You know, the poor, the quiet, the virgin, the good girl, bullied in high school and so on.

Now, that good meek daughter mom was proud of, was pregnant. I'm sorry, can't stop saying it. It hadn't registered in my brain yet. Worse part, i don't know who the father is. My mom, is basically going to kill me. Is that why people say the quiet ones are the most dangerous? That it's all an act? That we are worse than the real hoes? Sometimes, yes that's the case but sometimes, things happen which is totally not our fault.

For example, a classic school romance movie or story. We see a timid girl who has a crush on a jock but to shy to let her feelings out. The jock has a girlfriend but fell in love with the meekness of the timid girl for whatever reason he has when their paths cross. Of course, the girlfriend would be jealous and begins to hate the timid girl but nobody judges the jock. After all, he was the one who two timed the relationships but at the end of the day, the girlfriend hates the timid girl and calls her all manner of names when it wasn't even her fault. I guess from his girlfriend's side of story, the timid girl is a hoe and she should not be trusted.

End of story.

What would people think of me? They would call me a hoe.

"Kimora?" Charlotte called.

"Niña, where is your mind?" Mom asked with concern all over her face.

"Let me help you with your bags." I said and took her bags to the room and helped her settle in.

Later on, Charlotte pulled me to a quiet place. "How long is she staying?" Charlotte fidgeted. The fear of mom was back in her.

"I don't know. The amount of bags she came in with says she's staying for a long long time."

"Oh no. That means i have to move back here. She's going to ask where i'm living and I can't say with Daniel. She would kill me if she finds out we live together."

"Really? That's what you're thinking about right now? I'm the one that got pregnant."

"Oh sorry. I guess we are roommates now."

I sighed. A baby, mom and now i have to share a room with Charlotte. Help Me! I looked heavenwards.

"What are you guys doing over there? Come and eat."

"We are coming!" Charlotte yelled. "When are you going to tell her."

"I don't know. Just promise me you won't tell her. I'll do it myself at the right time, please."

"Sure."

"Do you like your Pozole ?" Mom asked Daniel who was sitting in between me and Charlotte while she was sitting opposite us like a detective in an interrogation room.

"Yes, ma'am. It's delicious."

She nodded. "Eat up!"

"Mom, I haven't introduced you to Daniel. He is my fia- i mean my boyfriend." Daniel turned and gave her a questioningly look but he later went with the flow. I guess Charlotte wasn't ready to tell her she was engaged already.

"I noticed. What do you do for a living, Daniel?"

"I'm an artist."

"Oh!" She was not impressed. I knew that look maybe that's why Charlotte didn't tell her she was engaged.

"I don't understand why young people these days pursue a career that does not pay the bills."

Clink.

Charlotte forcefully dropped her spoon on the table. "Mom."

"When you're father was alive, he was hard working. He always made sure we lived a comfortable life. In this world you don't pursue passion. Passion makes you struggle. You pursue what makes you earn money to feed your family."

Charlotte stood up abruptly and her chair fell behind her loudly. "I'm sorry, mom but Daniel isn't Dad. Dad couldn't follow his dream because both of you were irresponsible and you got pregnant. Daniel isn't Dad. You don't even know him."

I rolled my eyes silently. Thirty minutes after mom's arrival and both of them were already at it.

"Are you raising your voice at me, Marisol?"

"I-i think I should leave." Daniel took his things and started leaving. "Goodnight ma'am." He kissed Charlotte on the cheek and left.

"Charlotte, Marisol get back here!"

Charlotte stormed off and banged the door to my bedroom enough for the people living below and above us to feel the vibration.

"What is wrong with that girl?"

I shrugged and continued eating.

She fell silent and studied me. I prayed silently that she will not start with me. This was the reason we didn't enjoy mom staying over. She had a way of making everybody doing things her own way which she called the right way.

"You've been quiet since i came. Are you sick?"

"No, no. I'm fine." I gave her a small smile.

"Is it that you don't want me here?"  For a minute, i thought i heard her voice break.

"Of course not." I do want her here but not right now. "Thank you for the food." I stood up and started clearing the plates.

"Don't worry, i'll do the dishes." She stopped me and went to the sink.

"But you had a long journey. You need to rest."

She ignored me and continued washing the plates.

"Okay, goodnight."

Maybe I'll tell her tomorrow.