What's Enough?

Chapter 120

"What are you smiling for?" My mother asks from the driver's seat.

I turn to her, "Huh?"

"Your smiling; you've been smiling since breakfast," she states, eyeing me up and down, grinning.

"I have?" I don't remember smiling this morning; I didn't even know I was smiling now.

"Mhm, does it have anything to do with Caleb?"

My face scrunches, "No,"

"What's with the face?" she laughs. "Are you too not together anymore?"

I frown and say, "Of course we are. Why would we not still be together?"

"I'm just asking," she says, defusing the conversation. "So why have you been smiling cheek to ear since this morning?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know, it's a good day, I guess,"

"Well, you deserve one,"

I smile and then turn to look back out the window; I'm not ready to tell my parents about my job just yet. Honestly, I don't know what their reaction will be. Though my mother likes to see me happy, she may think that a job is too much for me to handle; I have school, my senior project, therapy. Oh, and let's not forget, I have to find something new to do for my community service hours.

My father will argue that there's no need for me to have a job right now because we have money. I know for a fact that he won't agree, especially with me working at a diner.

There's nothing wrong with me 'working,' of course. He was going to let me run his business, and they want me to go to a good college to get a good job.

The biggest thing would be me working at a diner; it's sorta like an oxymoron for me, 'Jayda King, daughter of a well-known Lawyer and notable businessman,' to be bussing tables at the town's local diner.

My family is all about titles and images, now though it's more so my father than my mother. She's not how she used to be. Sometimes she seems like a whole different person; it's freaky.

Anyway, I plan on keeping my job at the diner a secret for now; I'll tell them soon, maybe over Christmas when everyone is in the holiday spirit.

My mother pulls into one of the hospital parking spots.

...

"This is my daughter, Jayda," my mother introduces me to the doctor.

The redhead woman sticks her hand out, "Nice to meet you, Jayda. I'm Addison Montgomery,"

"Hi," I give her a small smile.

"So Melissa, you know the routine,"

She sighs, "Yes, yes I do," My mother lays back on the bed and pulls her blue shirt up, reviling her baby bump; it looks bigger than a bump, though. I can't believe she's been pregnant for almost three months, and I had no idea.

I wonder did she just tell my dad also. In New York, she didn't want me to get my father to help with the dress; I'm guessing because he would've known she was pregnant or at least questioned why her dress wouldn't zip.

"This is going to be cold," Addison informs my mother and then squeezes the gel liquid on her stomach. "How was Jaydas birth?" she asks.

My mother looks at me and then back to her, "Hard!" she replies. "I was in labor for sixteen hours,"

"Really?" Addison says, shocked.

Hearing my mother talk about the day I was born is weird. I have never asked her anything about that day.