Chapter 3

Wes did call. I didn't answer. Then he called again. I still didn't answer. The third time, I figured it would just be best to turn off my phone.

My mother hadn't been home when I got there, but she was now. I knew that she knew I was home if only because my car was parked in the driveway. She hadn't come to my room to speak with me and I wasn't leaving if I didn't have to.

Around eleven though, I was starting to get hungry and thinking of venturing downstairs when there was a knock at the door. I was actually trying to study a little and gave it no thought, though I figured it was a little weird to have a caller so late.

"Macy," I heard my mother call a minute later. Then her voice changed to one I hadn't heard in awhile. "Wes is here to see you."

I frowned, heading out of my room and then down the stairs. Wes was waiting by the door, apparently not allowed any further. My mother stood across from him, her face showing her anger.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, frowning as I came upon them.

"You would answer my calls and then you turned off your phone. What did you expect me to do?"

"You told me to lose your number."


I matched his glare. "What do you want, Wes?"

"To talk."

"We've talked. Multiple times."

"Well, I want to talk right now, again."

"I don't."

My mother made her leave then, apparently seeing this as going nowhere. She didn't go far though, just to the living room. Wes came closer to me, trying to keep our conversation between just us.

"Look, Macy, I get that you're mad at me, but I want you to get why I'm mad." He grabbed my arm, holding it tightly. "I'm mad because I don't have time or money for a baby. I'm mad because you pretended for however long like there was no problem. And I'm really, really mad that you're suddenly pregnant after coming back from college."


"How am I supposed to know what you've been doing? This isn't just about us anymore, alright? If you've screwed around, you need to say something now."

"I haven't," I said, jerking my arm from his hand. "Have you been messing around on me or something?"

"This isn't about me. I'm not the one with a baby."

"So you have," I said, looking off.

"No," he said slowly. "You know that I haven't. Heck, I have Kristy with me nearly twenty-four seven! When would I have time?"

"That's the only reason?"

"Yeah, besides the fact that I'm with you, pretty much."

"Are you stuck with me?"

"Now that you have that baby in your stomach, I kind of am."

"Great, Wes, make me want to be with you."

"Oh, I'm not trying to, trust me." He huffed a little bit, moving to cross his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to leave you all mad and stuff. And can you stay here? With her? Or do you need to come home with me?"

"I'm fine here."

"Are though? You can come home if you want."

"This is my home."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. You know what? Fine. Don't come. Whatever." He turned for the door. "Just turn on your damn phone."

"Make me."

He slammed the door on his way out. My mother called me into the living room after he left.

"So I take it Wes still isn't taking this well."

No duh. I just nodded as I sat down next to her on the couch. My mother sighed loudly, picking up her coffee mug from the side table.

"I don't know what his problem is with it. It's not like he was doing much to begin with," my mother said, taking a sip of her coffee. "He pretends like he'll be very involved anyways."

"I think he will."

"I'm sure you do," she said, patting me on the knee. "I'm sure you do."

I sat there with my mom for awhile in silence, before going off to bed. I turned on my phone. Wes had left many messages on my phone, but I didn't play any of them. There were a few texts from Kristy and some girls from school, which I replied to. Kristy was asking about Wes mainly, as she hadn't seen him that day. She had a new boyfriend that she met a month ago, which occupied most her time. Well, all the time that wasn't involved in meddling with my pregnancy.

I had fallen asleep when around one, my phone rang. Without even checking to see who it was, I lazily put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I managed to ask, my eyes still shut.

"Hey, Mace."

I just moaned.

"Are you okay?"

"Sleeping, Wes."

"Oh." I could hear him messing with something. It sounded like paper. "You, uh, up for breakfast in the morning? I mean, come over here for breakfast. I'll make it and everything. Then we can talk, alone. Well, mostly alone. Bert'll be here, but he'll probably still be asleep."

I yawned a little bit. "I don't want to fight."

"Then we won't. We'll both be very adult. We are adults now, you know."

"I know."

"This isn't, like, anyone else's business."


"Just between us."

"Just admit you're afraid of my mother," I finally said, tired of the runaround.


"It's okay," I told him. "I am too."

I took off before my mother had a chance to talk to me that morning. When I got to Wes', he was still in bed. Well, in futon, I guess.

"It's five thirty," he complained I got into bed with him.

"I didn't want to run into my mother again."

He just sighed, wrapping an arm around me. "You're not hungry yet, huh?"


"Good." He let out a sigh. "I'm so tired, Mace."

"What'd you do last night?"

"After calling you, I was going to go to bed, but Bert wanted to stay up and play video games all night."

Great, I got impregnated by a twelve year old…

"You beat him?"

"Every single time." Wes moved around until his hand was rested on my stomach. "You, like, been to a doctor or anything?"

"Yeah. Kristy went with me."

"She knows? And didn't tell me?"

"I wouldn't let her," I told him, but Wes just shook his head. I closed my eyes again. It was quiet for a few minutes before Wes spoke again.

"I'm sorry about last night. I'm not stuck with you."

"I know you're not."

"If I had to have a baby with any of my past girlfriends, I'm glad it's you."


"Current included."

I yawned a little, making Wes kiss my head.

"Go to sleep, Mace. I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready. We'll eat around eight, alright?"

I just nodded before going back to sleep.

When I woke up, Wes was gone. I took my time getting out of the room before heading into the kitchen. Wes was in there, making pancakes.

"So are you like in the puking early in the morning phase or what?" He didn't turn away from the stove. "If so, know that I'm fine with it, as long as it makes it into the toilet. If not, I'm going to treat you like Heath when he pees in the house and rub your nose in it."

"Is that what turns you on these days?" I sat down at the table, watching as he made my food. "So…you wanna talk now?"

"Yeah, alright." He glanced over his shoulder at me. "Uh…what do you talk about when you have a kid?"

"I dunno."

"Hm. Well, we should probably find out." Wes slid a plate in front of me before going to the syrup.

"You're not eating?" I asked him.

"Just toast."


"Not that hungry." He sat down across from me, sighing a little. "I guess we should discuss finances and things."

For a second we just stared at each other. Then the laughter started. After that was over, I said, "Now be serious."

"I was, kind of. I guess you think I should work more, huh?"

I shrugged a little. "I can't tell you do something when I'm not doing it."

"I just have this funny feeling that your mother isn't going to be funding this mistake."

"Would you quit calling it a mistake?"

Wes shook his head. "Its what it is, Mace."

"Would you want to be called a mistake?"

"I wasn't."

"Your parents split up, so you were at least a regret."

And I had pushed him. Once again. Wes just stared at me for a moment.

"You know, I could have sworn that we weren't going to fight, but you-"

"Do I smell pancakes?" Bert came strolling into the room, smiling when he saw me. "I do. Where are mine, Wes?"

He didn't look away from me. "There's still batter on the counter. Make your own."

We were both silent as his brother made his breakfast. When he finally sat down to my right, he stopped his incessant whistling.

"Something up, guys?"

Wes shrugged. "Macy's pregnant."

"Wes," I complained, but left it at that.

"Oh, wow, really?" Bert grabbed the syrup. He glanced at his brother and then me. "So are you guys breaking up?"


"Oh, is it yours, Wes?"

I was about done. "Why does everyone assume that I cheated on you?"

"Gee, because it's kind of obvious?"

"Ooh, gotta go," Bert said, jumping up and taking his plate of food with him. "Congrats, Macy, by the way."

"Go," his brother said, frowning. Once we were alone though, neither of us had anything to say. I stood up. "Eat, Macy."

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are. I made it, so eat it."

"I wouldn't want you to think I'm cheating on toast."

He frowned. "That doesn't even make any sense."

"Neither does me cheating on you!"

"Calm down."

"No." I went over to Heath's bowl and dropped the rest of my pancakes in it. "Where's the dog?"

"Outside, but-"

I left the room, taking the dog bowl with me. When I got out of the house, I called for Heath while setting the bowl down.

"He looks hungry."

I didn't turn around as Wes came up behind me. "He's grateful too."

"Yeah, probably, but I want to talk about us."

"I don't."

"Well, I do." Wes ran a hand down my arm. "You slammed me first back there."

"You still didn't have to tell Bert."

"Uh, newsflash, we're going to have to start telling people some time."

"Maybe I wanted to wait."

"Maybe you did, who knows? Who cares?"


"Welp, that sucks, don't it?" He grabbed Heath's dog bowl as he finished eating the left over pancakes. "Have to wash it out, you know. It's sticky, so it'll attract ants if I don't."

I sat down on the porch steps as Wes rinsed the bowl out with the hose. When he finished, he came to sit down next to me.

"We'll really suck as parents."

"How come?"

"We haven't been able to have a conversation without fighting and the baby isn't even born yet."

Leaning against his arm, I said, "My parents didn't fight much. My dad would always side talk the conversation and get out of trouble."

"Mine did a lot."

I ran a hand down his thigh. "I'm sorry."

Wes just sat there for a moment before adding, "I won't be like that, just so you know."

"Like what?"

"Like him. My dad."

"What do you mean?"

"That," he started, grabbing one of my hands, "you won't get rid of me that easy. This is my baby too."

"You mean your mistake?"

"It's a mistake now, but will be our child later."

I closed my eyes. "You act like I wanted this. I didn't, Wes."

"I know."

"Do you though?"

"Yeah, I do." He stood up. "Come on, let's go back inside."

Heath followed us in, but Wes didn't seem to mind. I headed to the kitchen, planning on doing the dishes.

"Macy," Wes complained, grabbing my hand before I made it there. "Stop for a second."


Making me face him, he leaned closer to me, kissing me on the lips for the first time since he found out I was pregnant. "I love you."

I pushed him slightly. "Shut up."

Wes just laughed, wrapping his arms around me. "Never."

"So how's Kyle?"

"Please. You just told Wes that you're pregnant and you think you're going to get off on talking about that?"

I shrugged a little bit, continuing to look through the racks of clothes though I knew I had no spending money. I was mostly shopping with Monica and Kristy because it meant that I didn't have to spend time with Wes.

"Well, we're fine. Perfect actually. Monica and I went out with him last weekend. She even met someone. Tony. Have you talked to him since then, Monica?" Kristy turned to her sister, who was busy studying her nails. Monica didn't look up.


"Does this look cute?" She asked, holding a shirt in front of her. I shook my head slightly while Monica just looked bored. The next one she asked about I didn't even answer, as I was busy with my phone.

"Wes just texted and said that Delia needs us all. Now."

Kristy groaned. "Fine. There's nothing good here anyways."

By the time we got to Delia's, she was in full meltdown mode.

"-biggest client of the year," she was saying as Bert opened the door for us. "I can't believe that they think they can just move the party up a whole week and expect me to just fall in line. Who does that?"

"I don't know," I heard Wes say as Bert led us to the kitchen where they were.

"Do not question her today," Bert mumbled to us. "Whatever you do, don't talk back. Already gotten chewed out."

I saw Avery on Wes' shoulders as he chopped vegetables at the counter. A girl that I didn't know was helping Delia put something in the oven.

"Oh, yeah, Mace, this is Kitty. Kitty-"

"Just get back to work," Delia told him. Bert sighed, going over to table where he was rolling chicken wraps. "Monica, I need you to take this clipboard and go out to the van to make sure that everything's there. And hurry, please."

After she was gone, I originally got assigned to helping Bert while Kristy was helping Wes, but then Avery peed herself, so I had to go change her. While I was in the bathroom with her, Lucy came out of her room and was in the kitchen when I got back.

"Mommy, I'm bored."

Delia didn't even turn around as I came to put Avery back on his shoulders. Giggling, the little girl patted the top of his head.

"Maybe you should go play with the dog," Kitty offered, which was quickly agreed upon by Lucy.

"I don't-"

"Please, Mommy? I wanna play with Heath. Please? Please? Please?"

"Fine, just…Macy, go with her."

I frowned. "Monica's out there?"

"Like I said, Macy go with her."

Not really wanting to help make food or be around Delia when she was so stressed, I said fine.

"You wanna go, Avery?" I asked as Lucy went to put her shoes on.

"No! Stay with Wes."

He just sighed as she kissed his head. When I took Lucy outside, I had to go get Heath out of Wes' house.

"How come Heath was inside?"

"I dunno," I said, yawning slightly as she began to chase him around the yard. The dog was overjoyed to have someone to play with and happily obliged. I went over to Monica to make sure that she didn't need help only to find her taking her smoke break, ten minutes into working. She just waved me off, so I went back to playing with Lucy.

"Heath is funny," she said as the dog stopped to pee on a tree. I rolled my eyes.

"I guess that's what you can call him."

When it was finally time to go, Pete was back to watch the girls. I was glad for that, if only because Delia was stressed enough without them coming with us to the gig. The only problem?

"Why exactly do we need Kitty to come along?"

Wes just shook his head. We were driving in his truck while Kristy, Monica, and Kitty went along with Bert in the ambulance. I leaned against the window, sighing a little bit.

"You work tomorrow? Real work, I mean?" I asked.

"Yep. You staying with me tonight?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't see why you wouldn't."

"Maybe because we always fight when I do."

"Not until recently."

"The recent problem still exists."

"And he always will."

"Or she."

"…Right. Sure. Like I'm going to waste having a kid on you for it to only become a girl. Okay."

I gave him a look. "You wanna fight right now?"

"Not particularly. Especially not when all I've done is share my inner most feelings. I thought chicks dig that?"


"I'm trying a new thing, Mace. I have to bring my cool factor up, so when I have a son, it's not dragged down too far."

"Or daughter."

"Meh." He smiled over at me. "Anyways, yes, I do want you to stay. I want…to find something that we can do together to get our mind off our problem."

I glanced down at my stomach. "You know, if you had remembered your condoms a few months ago, we wouldn't be here right now."

"And if you had manned, I mean, womaned up and asked your mom for birth control, it wouldn't have mattered."

"Oh, blame me."

"How could I not?"


He started drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "If we keep this fighting up, Kitty and Bert will seem more stable than us."

"They probably are," I muttered, which got me a look.

"You know, Mace-face, you're not helping me out any here."

"With what?"

"This," he said, gesturing to me with one hand. "You just keep getting mad at me and accusing me of things. We're getting nowhere fast. We still have at least another 18 years to deal with each other, so I would like for us to figure it out before our son is born."

"Or daughter."

"Right, sure, whatever." He shook his head a little. "Where was this place again? I feel like I turned down the wrong street."

I glanced at the written directions Delia had given me before telling him where he had gone wrong. At least that gave us something else to think about.