I shifted from foot to foot and tried to cover all that I could with my jacket. It was a terrible idea to wear a sundress to Forks, Washington. For some reason I thought that it would be sunny. I thought wrong.
I blew into my hands again and looked around. My breath hung in a little cloud around my head. Jeez. More and more people filed out of the airport, talking loudly to one another and shuffling through the cold. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. She held the hand of a rambunctious five year old. I sighed and pulled my jacket over my slightly protruding stomach. Why me? Why now?
After what felt like ages, a car pulled up and sat there for a minute, as if thinking about what to do next. It was small and old-looking, just a truck with chipped blue paint. I bit my lip and tried to peer through the window. Just then, a man stepped out the other side. He was wearing a nice business suit and tie. I felt my breath trail away. His slicked-back hair was curly and brown, just like mine. When he looked over at me, his whole face lit up, including his piercing blue eyes. It was like looking in a mirror. I smiled back.
He quickly hurried over to help me with my bags. "Georgia!" He said, laughing. "You've grown so much! Look at you! You're beautiful!" He beamed and pulled me close into a hug, but quickly pulled back, his expression softening and his eyes falling to my stomach. "Georgie, no..."
I pressed my hands over my stomach and frowned, trying to keep from crying. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I really am. Please…" I could feel a lump rising in my throat. "Please understand."
He was silent for a moment, looking away. After what felt like ages, he turned back to me and smiled. "I understand. Now let's get you – both of you – out of this cold."