The Bad Boy's Little Pumpkin

Did Someone Order A Baby?

Any day, right? Any day. Yeah, that's not what happened. Any day turned into three weeks. Three. Weeks. All I wanted to do was lay in bed in my pajamas because they were like the only comfortable thing I had, but no.

    I was stuck upstairs with everyone, because it was Thanksgiving and even though I felt shitty and had no appetite, I had to sit at the table with everyone.

    We did kind of a combo thing with Damien's family. He was there with his parents and his brother. My whole family was there too. Apple was being a pain and putting a bunch of stuff on my plate.

    "I told you, I really don't want anything," I said.

    She pouted. "But you're still eating for two. You better feed my little niece or nephew!"

    I sighed and stirred the mashed potatoes with a plastic spoon. We always ordered takeout for Thanksgiving. I never asked why, I just rolled with it. I never felt like cooking, either.

    My mom was working together with Damien's mom to figure out who ordered what. We always ordered individual meals and sides. It was just easier for everyone to have exactly what they liked.

    "Did someone order two yam sides? Or did two separate people order yams?" Mom asked.

    I didn't pay attention. I was more preoccupied with Damien, who was rubbing my back.

    "My poor little Pumpkin," he said. "Just have something. You need to eat."

    "I've just felt so sick all day, babe," I said.

    "Did someone seriously order three peach cobblers?" Mom asked.

    "Oh, right here!" Kevin said, eagerly reaching out and taking the plastic containers.

    The room was starting to smell of turkey and potatoes, mixed together with Apple's cranberry sauce she always ordered. Normally it smelled so good, but I was so uncomfortable and sick that my body just wasn't having it.

    I forced myself to take a bite of the mashed potatoes. They had that, I guess, real Thanksgiving feel to them.

    "Did somebody on the Thrasher side order green beans? Because I know there's no way it was someone from my family!" Mom asked.

    I suddenly felt something, and it wasn't my mashed potatoes coming back up. My sweatpants were now soaking wet, and I wasn't being discreet about it at all. I was so embarrassed that I started crying in front of everybody.

"Kinzie, what's going on?" Mom asked.

"Did somebody order a baby?" I asked. "Because I think my water just broke, and I'm having a baby!"