Just finished The Truth About Forever and I was COMPLETELY dissatisfied with the ending, so here I am, making up my own ending You love me for it.
Wes and I were on our way to a catering job just out of town. I was back home for the summer, college was on break. We had been dating for a little over 2 years, and we were very serious. It was my turn to ask a question now. I had thought of all the different ways to ease in to the question, but it came out in one big blob.
"How do you feel about having children?" I asked quickly. The blank expression on his face turned to shock and curiosity. He took a moment before answering.
"I… Haven't really thought about it." He paused. "Why do you ask?" He took his eyes off the road for a second to look me in the eyes. I had known for a month, and now it was time for him to know to.
"I'm…" I paused, taking a deep much needed breath. "I'm pregnant."
For once, Wes was speechless. I was worried he would reject me and start yelling. But instead he stayed quiet for a minute. "You're pregnant?" He whispered. His face showed disbelief.
"Yes." Was the simple answer that came out as a reply. He was quiet once again. "Wes, I understand if you don't want the baby." I quickly reassured him. I rambled on for a minute before I realized that he was staring at me with an amused expression. "What?"
"I love it when you ramble on endlessly." He said. We were stopped at a red light. "And I would NEVER think about aborting our child. Okay? I love you, and I love our child. Even in the past few minutes I have become oddly… Attached. Sure, maybe I wasn't expecting it, but that doesn't mean that I don't want it. How far along are you?" He asked.
"About 2 and a ½ months. And I have grown kind of attached, too. It is our baby growing inside of me, Wes. I am so confused, right now. What do I do? I don't want to give her up, and my mom is going to be pissed…" He cut me off.
"It's a girl?" His eyes glinted with happiness.
"I'd like to think so. But I don't actually know." I was envisioning Wes holding our baby girl. I smiled.
"What?" Asked Wes. He had obviously seen me smiling.
"I was just thinking about you hold our baby girl. That is, if it is a girl." He smiled with me. I felt so much better now that I had this off of my chest. I also felt very reassured with his reaction. He wanted the baby, too.
As I was thinking about this, it dawned on me that I wouldn't be able to stay in college. Luckily, I had gotten Wes in the local college. HE was studying welding and art. And his business started picking up dramatically. Ever since pieces had been shown off at my mom's party, he had been getting special orders for them, and was able to put the prices higher. And he still had his catering job. Together, we could make enough to live comfortably. And when the baby was old enough, I could go to our local college.
We had finally reached the last road before the house we would be catering at. "What are you thinking about?" Wes asked me softly.
"Our future." In a nutshell, this was the truth. But it was specific details of our future I was thinking about. He nodded, in his own train of thought. We parked, and as I went to pull the heavy carts out of the back, as I usually did, Wes stopped me. I looked at him, confused. I always did this.
"Its not good to carry heavy things when you are pregnant." He explained. Oh. Great. Now I was going to be treated like a young child for the next 6 ½ months. I sighed, taking a light box of aprons. He looked at me approvingly, and we walking in the back to the kitchen.
I had felt nauseous before. But it was always in the morning. Not at night. And never before, had I thought I might actually lose it. Now, I wasn't so sure. It was the smell of meatballs that had brought on the initial nausea. But when the cheese puffs started baking, I couldn't handle it anymore, and I darted for the bathroom.
I was violently sick. I wasn't paying much attention, but I knew that Wes had come in, holding my hair out of my face, while rubbing small circles on my back. He could be so sweet. When I was done, I sat on the floor, drawing my knees up to my chest, leaning my head against the wall. Wes put his hand to my clammy cheek. "Do you feel any better?" His voice was one of serious concern.
"Yes." I said, nodding. "I thought you only got morning sickness in the morning." I smiled as he chuckled at my logic.
"Who's getting morning sickness? " Asked a familiar voice from the doorway. Kristy. I sighed, looking up at Wes, then to Kristy. Wes just gave me a look that said "Do what you've got to do."
"I'm pregnant." I said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world, even though I knew it would be one of the most complicated. She gave me the all knowing smile, then helped me up, pulling me in to a giant hug. I hugged back, smiling.
"Congratulations!" She beamed at me. "I call dibs on being the god mother!" She said, as she exited the bathroom.
I chuckled, leaning in to Wes.
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