Our Lady Of Sorrows

I stayed home all day that day. If I could have I would have stayed on that sofa all day, but the baby kept kicking, it wanted food. The baby didn’t do anything wrong so it didn’t need to be punished so I got up and fed it. My heart felt like cracking in two because of what I said to Gerard, but it needed to be said. We can’t keep pretending like everything is okay, he’s legally taking the rights of the baby from me, and I’m letting him. On top of all that he is the only person who I felt actually loved me for me, not because I was their daughter, like how I felt about my mother.

Three days I spent alone in the house doing nothing. Frank had called and texted me a few times but I never replied. Gerard still called everyday but I refused to respond to him, except on his birthday, only then did I talk to him and send him a happy birthday text. Mikey tried to get a hold of me for some reason but I had no interest in talking to him or anyone of the Way family.

Around noon one day as I sulked around my kitchen looking for food, I heard the front door open and close. My heart skipped a beat, no one ever comes here. The baby was frantically kicking me, it must have been afraid as well. I ran my hand over my bump, trying to soothe the baby as I slowly went to face whoever entered my home. Relief filled my body as I saw it was only my mother returning from whoever she had spent her time the past couple of days.

“Mom,” I said clutching my chest, “You scared me.”

“Sorry, I think we need to talk.” She said and gestured to the table. I nodded and followed her and sat in front of her, the baby started to kick again so I went back to rubbing the bump.

“I don’t even know where to start.” She confessed, “I never dreamed I would be the mother of a pregnant teenager.”

“I’m sorry.” I said not looking at her.

“Don’t be, it was your choices that led you to this.” She said then took a deep breath, “Okay, how far along are you medically?”

“Last time I went to the doctor she said I was 11 weeks, and that was a few days ago.”

“You have a doctor?”

“Yeah, Gerard has taken care of that and everything like that.”

“You’re lucky to have him.”

“I broke up with him, I just don’t see us working out when he takes the baby and I give it up.”

“Are you sure you want to give it up legally?”

“No, not at all.” I answered, “But I won’t be able to do anything with my life, I see those T.V shows about teen moms and there all depressed and I don’t wanna be that girl, I don’t want my baby to feel like it caused my depression.”

“Okay, do you know the gender?

“I don’t but Gerard does.”

“Does his family know?”

“Yeah they do, his mom has been trying to talk to me, but I don’t feel conformable talking to them.”

“What about school?”

“I signed up for homeschooling and I’ve been doing really well so far. I plan to go to college after I graduate.”

“Good, what about the birth? Do you know when your due? Or how it will happen?”

“Based on when I got pregnant, I should be due July 2nd, Gee and I only had sex once. And for the birth, I thought I was just gonna pop it out and carry on with my life.”

“There are options, a C-section, natural, or epidural. After the baby is born they usually place it on your chest so you may be the first person to hold it.”

“Well I’ll research the epidural a bit, and I guess I’ll talk to the doctor about not letting me see it.”

“You don’t wanna see the baby?”

“It will just make things harder for me.” I was still rubbing the baby, but it stopped kicking me now, it kinda made me feel lonely.

“Who will be there?”

“Like as I push?”

“Yes.”

“Um, I guess just Gerard and I.”

“I can be there for you if you want.” She offered.

“I’d like to have you there while I’m in labor, but I think the birth should just be Gerard and I.” I admitted.

“Whatever you want. I know you may not want to talk about this but; what about your father?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you planning on telling him you’re having a baby?”

“I haven’t thought of him…”

“I had a feeling about that so while I was away, I called him and told him.” She told me.

“Mom! What did he say?”

“That’s he’s rather disappointed in you but is happy to be a grandfather, I suggest you call him or something.”

“Okay… Thanks mom.” I said as I stood up.

“Come here.” She said and stood up as well and opened her arms to me.

I smiled as I walked over to her and hugged her. She kissed my head and told me everything was going to be okay.

Notes

I dont really care for the begining to much but here you guys go, tell me what you think so far

Till next we meet my killjoys