Handprints on the heart

Chapter 4

Nash's mom was home. Exactly one minute ago she had slammed through Nash's door her face a wild mess of furious red splotches and claw marks. Nash and I jumped apart with

"You" she said looking at me, her face expressionless. I cringed away and hugged Nash a little tighter. I had never seen Nash's mom anything but perfect.

"You are staying here until you'r crazy parents decide to calm the fuck down!" she exclaims jumping onto Nash's bed with the two of us. Nash and I stare at her, jaws open. She never curses. Not even that one time when Hayes spazzed out and slapped her. Not even through her divorce or when Will almost didn't to collage. She was the queen of a cold hard stare and later, a talk-it-through.

Then there was the fact that my mom obviously pratically clawed her eyes and I have no doubt that my father had a scream feast, probabaly about the way she raised her son.
While she runs her fingers through her hair I see Hayes peek through the doorway out of the corner of my eye. He immediately scampers about once I make eye contact with his baby blues and I can't help but let out a laugh. Nash gives me a weird look but didn't ask. He then quickly returns his gaze to his mom who is currently sprawled out on the bed, noiselessly.
"Is it true?" She asks, while keeping her eyes closed.
Tears brimmed the edge of my eyes and my throat automatically closed up. Nash just looked the other way which made my face red with madness to the point where all I could do was nod. Fortunately or unfortunately, Elizabeth opened her eyes just in time to see my half-assed nod.
She let out a big sigh and her hands flew up to her forehead.
"Mom, look I know you're upset now but you love Cassie" Nash pleads trying to stress her out less.
"She's the most responsible person I know and smart too, you know that. We could possibly handle a baby" he said softly.
Liz looks and me and analyzed my face before turning away, but not before I could see the slight smile on her face.
He composed herself and turned back to me, "are you going to in staying in school?" She asks sternly.
"I don't think I could go back... Not like this at least. I was thinking of taking up homeschooling, like Nash" I said planting my hand on my tummy mindlessly.
"And how are you going to tell your fans and friends?" She asked turning towards Nash.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his long hair.
"I don't think I can..." He said pressing his head into his hands just the way his mother had done.
"Whether or not you make it public is you're choice...I just thought that having an open connection with your fans was important..." She said looking slightly disappointed.
"You would lose a whole lot, but if you take this like a gentleman many more will flock to you" she commented.
Nash didn't look up.
Liz suddenly looked towards me and let out a small aspirated smile.
"You're already in love" she said gently her eyes somewhere else.
"He was easy to fall in love with" I said glancing at Nash through my fiery red blush.
"No! With the baby" she said glancing over at my fingers trailing circles over my stomach, me barely even noticing. I couldn't help it, I sobbed. They racked my whole body and flooded my green eyes with a river. My stomach muscles already felt sore from throwing up and crying but I couldn't stop. Elizabeth shooed Nash out of the room, who looked at me helplessly before leaving.
She quickly pulled me into her arms quietly trailing her fingers through my hair.
She smiled slightly, "girls are so much different during pregnancy

" Believe me, I know" I said still tasting bile in my mouth and feeling a full tummy.
She frowned.
"Not just physically, sweetheart. Girls, if they decide to keep the , immediately become attached to their new baby. They feel him/her almost every day and eat for them and gain weight for them. That part certainly isn't the best though. They give their tummies pats and sing or read or just talk to their babe. Men get attached to the thought of having a child, once the baby is born which is a lesser love, if I dare to say. The baby is equally loved by mommy and daddy by the time it's on earth but during pregnancy..." She paused smiling over into space.
"It's 99% of a mother baby love...dear god I've never been cheesier" she said ruffling my hair as we sat in sweet silence .

Sorry for the short chap;( ly guys even tho this was complete shit I'm soo sorry😖