Heather gets up early and showers. She dresses in comfortable clothes, which are actually the only clothes she can wear. Brooke watches as Heather lifts her shirt and looks at the bump that has developed in the last eight weeks. She touches her own bump which is now twice the size it was. Heather feels her mother's eyes on her and smiles, "You should really learn to knock."
Brooke laughs, "You always new when I was around."
"You're my Momma." Heather turns to look at her, putting her shirt down. "How ya feeling?"
"Pregnant." Brooke laughs slightly, "How about you?"
Heather shrugs, "Great really. I mean if it wasn't for the pissing every five minutes and the raging hormones, oh and this" she points to her stomach, "you might not know I was pregnant."
"Well, that's good." Brooke says smiling. "But you still have to be careful not to over do it." She warns.
"Momma!" Heather shakes her head, "I'm not a baby!"
Brooke moves into the room and hugs Heather, "You'll always be my baby. My first baby."
Heather puts her arms around Brooke's expanded waste, "I want to be like you."
Brooke kisses the top of Heather's head, "You just made my year."
Heather suddenly pulls back, "God what is that?"
"You mean your little brother kicking?" Brooke smiles figuring she had felt the baby kick.
"No, I mean I felt that but it's like these spiders crawling across my stomach. It's been happening a lot the last week or so." Heather frowns down at her stomach.
Brooke's face lightly up and she puts her hand on Heather's stomach, "That my dear is my grandchild moving around."
Heather looks up, "Really?"
"Yup, I know the feeling." Brooke smiles as Heather's hazel eyes register what that means.
"That means it's really in there." She says looking back down at the baby bump.
"Yup, there's really a baby in there." Brooke says quietly.
"Mom!" Deanna comes to the door. "Jessica won't put her clothes on."
Brooke sighs and shakes her head, "You gotta stop rubbing off on her." She looks at Heather.
"I'm perfectly clothed thank you." Heather laughs slapping at her mother's shoulder lightly.
"You did that when you were her age." Brooke shoots back playfully.
Heather shrugs, "I didn't like those clothes."
"They were dresses and they were pretty." Brooke puts her hands on her hips.
Heather shakes her head, "I don't like dresses Momma and you know it. I'll go take care of her, why don't you set down get off those feet like the doctor said."
Brooke laughs, "You must have energy."
"I think the baby's sharing." Heather giggles slightly.
"Sis!" Deanna says from the door.
"I'm coming I'm coming, you go get yourself ready." Heather points at Deanna. "Then I'll do your hair. Is Michael up?"
"He's in the shower." Deanna says, "You mind braiding my hair?"
"I'll braid it when I'm done with Jessie." Heather leaves the room, knocking on Michael's bathroom door, "Hurry it up Bubba you're gonna be late!" She makes her way to Jessica's room, "Baby Girl, you gotta get dressed." She says to the four year old who's standing in only her underwear.
"But I don't wanna wear what De set out!" Jessica says scrunching her face, "It's girly."
"Yuck," Heather makes a face sending Jessica into frantic giggles. "How about jeans and a pink t-shirt?" Heather asks.
"Does it have to be pink?" Jessica asks.
"If you don't put on the pink shirt I'm putting you in a dress." Heather says putting her hands on her hips.
"Fine! But I protestest." Jessica says.
Heather laughs, "You what?"
"I protestests." Jessica repeats.
"You mean you protest." Heather says smiling at the child.
Jessica rolls her eyes, "Duh! That's what I said!"
"You silly Goose!" Heather picks the four year old putting her on the bed and tickling her. Jessica's giggles fill the whole house, Chase glances in at his two daughters. He stands there watching Heather, knowing she's going to make a good Mom.
Finally Heather pulls back out of breath from laughing, "Okay you get dressed."
Reluctantly the child puts her close on, "I'm all done Sissy!"
"Good job!" Heather says straightening Jessica's pants. "Come on you," Heather says standing and holding her hand out to Jessica.
Jessica takes her hand, "I love you Sissy."
Heather stops and bends down beside Jessica, "I love you too Little Lady." She says.
Jessica puts her arms around Heather's neck, "I got the best Sissy's in the world."
A tear comes to Heather's eyes, "I'm not prefect." She says quietly to the child.
Jessica seems to think it over for a second, "You said nobody was perfect, but that it was okay cause that was how God made us. So it's okay, cause God made you that way."
Heather kisses Jessica's forehead gently, "I like your way of thinking." She says placing her forehead against Jessica's and rubbing noses. "Lets go get breakfast, I'm starving."
"You're always hungry anymore." Michael says leaning against the door frame.
"I'm eating for more then one." Heather says running a hand through his hair.
Michael suddenly moves to hug Heather, "It's okay Sis." He says.
Heather puts a hand around Michael slightly shocked, but smiles, "Thanks Bubba."
"Mom said you were nervous about the doctor today." He pulls back and looks up at her.
"I'm always a little nervous Bubba. I want to make sure this little one okay." Heather touches her stomach gently.
"You're gonna be a good Mom." He says touching her stomach too. "You got a bump." He laughs.
Heather laughs, "Calling your sister fat?"
"He better not be!" Deanna comes up and smacks him on the head.
"Hey!" He turns and smacks her.
"You two!" Heather says firmly. 'Stop that!"
Both stop and look at her, "Sorry Sis." They say.
"Lets go eat," Heather says leading the broad downstairs where Chase is cooking bacon and eggs.
"Oh Dad that smells great!" Heather exclaims kissing her father on the cheek.
"Morning Baby Girl," Chase says, "Morning kids" he says.
"Morning Daddy!" Jessica greets.
"What happened to the pretty dress I laid out for you?" Deanna asks looking down at Jessica.
"I don't like dresses!" Jessica puts both hands on her hips.
"But they look so cute on you!" Deanna says with a sigh.
"Well for the record, I don't like them either." Heather says helping Jessica into her chair and setting down.
Brooke joins the family watching Heather, "Don't lift on her." She says.
Heather rolls her eyes, "I'm fine Momma!"
"You're pregnant," Brooke says, "And I don' want you lifting and pulling on her."
"What you think it's better that you lift and pull and tough?" Heather looks over at her mother. "I saw you lifting that box the other day, and I don't like that idea."
"Tell you what," Chase says, "Neither one of you need to be lifting anything."
Brooke and Heather both sigh and roll their eyes. Jessica giggles, "You got told by Daddy."
"I'm gonna get you," Heather tickles her slightly, "You little trouble maker."
"I wanta grow up to be just like you!" Jessica proclaims pointing a finger at Heather.
Heather cups her chin, "Maybe not just like me." She says softly.
"Heather," Brooke says setting juice down in front of Jessica.
Heather blinks back tears, 'I'm fine."
"Did I say something wrong?" Jessica looks confused.
Heather pulls the child onto her lap, "No, I'm really, really proud of you, and I want you to grow up to be whatever you want. And I want Michael and Deanna to grow up and be strong and independent people. And I just know they will be great people."
Jessica turns and cups Heather's chin in her tiny hands, "Why are you crying?"
"Because your sister is crazy." Heather laughs slightly looking into Jessica's hazel eyes. "You are a really smart little girl." Heather pulls Megan's forehead to her gently kissing it.
"She's the spitting image of you." Brooke speaks up.
Heather looks over at her mother, "Well, I'm the spitting image of you."
"Eat," Chase says.
Heather deposits Jessica back in her chair beside her and turns her attention to her food. "Want to know what I think?" Deanna says.
"I'm not sure." Heather says with a slight laugh.
"I think it's kinda cool that you're taking responsibility. I mean you really are taking care of yourself." Deanna looks down the table at Heather. "I don't care what people think, I'm proud of you."
"Thank De, somebody said something to you?" Heather asks.
Deanna is quiet, "Just some high schooler on the bus."
Heather sighs, "I'm sorry Sis."
"Don't listen to them." Michael says, "I told them to shut up."
"Don't fight them Bubba." Heather says but smiles, "Hey you should be happy, you got your wish, Momma's having a boy."
Michael smiles suddenly, "I can't wait for him to get here! I'm gonna teach him basketball and football and how to play on the play station and…"
Brooke laughs, "Lets work on getting him here first what do you say?"
Chase reaches over and squeezes Brooke's hand. "He'll be here before we know it."
Jamie comes into the kitchen, "Morning everybody."
Heather turns to smile at him, "Hey you!"
Jamie bends down and places a kiss on her forehead, "Feeling okay this morning?"
Heather's smiles brightly, "Feel like a new woman."
Jamie raises an eye brow, "Okay who are you and what did you do with my pregnant girl friend?"
Heather slaps him playfully, "I thought you would be glad to see me happy!"
Jamie looks questioningly at Brooke and Chase. Chase chuckles slightly, "Get used to it Jamie."
"I could live with her being happy." Jamie assures him. He reaches out and strokes Heather cheek gently. "Sixteen week check huh?"
Heather shifts nervously, "I don't know why I'm nervous." She laughs slightly.
"I don't like doctors!" Jessica says scrunching her noise in that cute way she does.
Heather laughs, "Me either, but Dr. Andrews is a nice doctor. He's gonna take good care of me."
Jessica looks up at Heather, "He better, or we'll beat him up!"
This warrants a laugh from everybody at the table. "Don't say you're gonna beat people up." Brooke said shaking her head.
"But Mommy if he's mean to Heather then I am!" Jessica says.
"Yeah Mommy!" Heather laughs, "She's gonna get him if he's mean to me."
"Don't encourage her!" Brooke points her fork at Heather.
"Oh Momma," Heather laughs and shakes her head. She feels the flutter in her stomach again and instinctively moves her hand to her bump.
Jamie watches Heather for a minute, "Heather, you okay?"
Heather looks up from her plate, where she was about to take a bite of eggs, "Fine why?"
Jamie shakes his head, "Nothing you just been touching the bump more know that it's showing."
Heather looks down and indeed finds her hand on her stomach. She shrugs, "I don't do it on purpose my hand just kinda finds it's way to my stomach."
"I do that." Brooke smiles.
Jamie looks at the clock, "Oh crap, we gotta go Heather."
"I'm not done!" she says taking the last bite of her toast. Jamie raises an eye brow. "Fine I'm done okay?"
Jamie shakes his head, "I'll feed you after we see the doctor if you're still hungry."
Heather smiles brightly, "That a promise?"
"You bet." Jamie leans in and kisses her on the nose before getting up and putting her plate in the sink.
Heather signs in at the doctor feeling her nerves grow. She's not sure why, they aren't doing an ultrasound or anything. She's just nervous. The nurse calls her back, weighs her (she's gained another four pounds) takes her blood pressure and lets her get into the gown. Dr. Andrews comes in smiling brightly at the young couple, "Well hello there Daddy!"
"What Mommy don't get a hello?" Heather jokes with the doctor.
Dr. Andrews chuckles, "Know that is the Heather I know and love. How are you today?"
"Great! I can't believe how much better I feel." Heather smiles brightly at him.
"I'm glad to hear that. I thought you might be feeling better. You were still having a little morning sickness last time, any know?" Dr. Andrews asks.
"Nope all gone." Heather says.
"So physically how are you feeling?" Dr. Andrews sets facing the teen.
"Well my breasts are sore, but I am getting use to that." Heather says, "And I get tired easier I guess, but I just rest when I do."
"She eats everything in sight." Jamie says with a laugh.
Dr. Andrews nods, "Well weight is something I wanted to talk about. You haven't gained as much as I would like. I'm not saying you have to gain a ton, but I want to see you at least again a pound a week if not a pound and half. Teenagers are notorious for having small babies, and I don't want that for you. I'm not saying there is anything wrong, the baby is progressing beautifully."
Heather looks down at the bump in her stomach, "You mean you want to gain more weight?" she sounds slightly horrified.
"Baby if it's better for the baby then you have to do it." Jamie stands beside her in a heart beat rubbing her back.
Heather looks over at him, "I know."
Dr. Andrews smiles, "I know this is hard, and like I said it's not your fault. I just want you to be healthy. Know why don't you lay back and I'll listen to the baby's heart beat. We might even get an ultrasound."
"Ultrasound? I didn't know you were going to do one today." Heather says laying back.
"Well normally I would wait another couple weeks but I think it's important that I check the size of the baby, it's still too early to tell what the baby is. You'll have to wait until around twenty two to twenty four weeks before you find out the sex if we do one today." Dr. Andrews says pressing lightly on her stomach. "It actually feels good size, but like I said I worry about the weight."
Heather looks up at Jamie, "I can wait to find out, if he needs to do another ultrasound today. I don't mind. As long as we know it's healthy."
Jamie nods, "I agree, do the ultrasound, we'll wait to find out what we're having."
"Okay, I'll go get the machine and we'll take a look." The doctor smiles at them before leaving.
"I can't believe I'm under weight." Heather says softly closing her eyes, "I can feel it moving, it feels like little spiders crawling on my stomach."
"When did that start?" Jamie asks placing a hand on her stomach.
"I felt it for about a week now, but I wasn't sure what it was. Mom told me this morning." Heather raises her head to watch him stroke her stomach she lays her head back down and links her hand with his. "I'm surprised the whole school doesn't know."
"Well even if they did, it doesn't matter." Jamie assures her.
Dr. Andrews comes back in with the machine, "Okay you remember how cold the jelly is right?" He asks smiling down at Heather.
"Yeah I think you keep in the freezer or something," She flinches when he puts it on her belly.
"I know I'm sorry," Dr. Andrews says putting the transmitter on her stomach. The fast steady heart beat of the baby fills the room, "It's got a good heart beat. Lets see, there's the head, and it's arms and heart and leg. It looks good, maybe a little under weight, but I'm sure it'll pick up when you put on weight."
Heather watches the screen, watches as her baby moves, "It's moving around a lot."
"The baby is always moving. I mean it's pretty active, you just can't feel it yet." Dr. Andrews says.
"But I can." Heather looks up at the doctor suddenly, "It feels like spiders on my stomach and Momma said it was the baby."
"You're mother is a very smart woman." Dr. Andrews smiles, "That's exactly what you are feeling."
"Wow." Jamie says watching the screen, "It's hard to believe something so tiny can really be so…..real."
"Oh it's real son." Dr. Andrews says with a slight chuckle, "And so far everything looks perfect."
"Great!" Heather smile brightly as Dr. Andrews rubs the jelly off her stomach.
"Something's been bugging me." Jamie says suddenly.
"What's that?" Dr. Andrews looks over at the teen.
"Well, I mean we're still in school. And the books we carry aren't exactly light. Should she really be carrying them around?" he asks.
Heather laughs, "I carry Jessica around, she a lot heavier then the books I carry at school."
Jamie frowns, "I thought your Mom said not to carry her around anymore under no circumstances."
"I'm afraid your mother is right, you can not be carrying her around. And as for the books, well my rule is, carry the books for one class. No more. Also if you happen to have somebody like this strapping young man here to carry your books for you, then please allow them. Whatever books you do carry, carry then on your side not your stomach. Make sure you are sleeping on your back and sides, and taking warm not screaming hot showers. And generally just listen to your body." Dr. Andrews takes a set in front of Heather and Jamie ounce more.
Heather sets up and bites her bottom lip, "I've been getting dizzy." She says quietly.
"You didn't tell me that!" Jamie looks sideways at her.
"Dizziness is fairly common; it's because of the hormones and a change in blood pressure. But if you feel faint or sickness with it, then give me a call. We may need to check you out." Dr. Andrews says.
"Okay." Heather nods sighing in relief.
Jamie clears his throat, "What about um…..well I mean would it hurt for us to….make out."
"Sex is very possible during pregnancy. I suggest that you take it easy, but there is nothing wrong with it. I'm gonna give you the names of a couple books that might help you both better understand this process." Dr. Andrews smiles and starts writing down some things. "I want you back in a month." He says handing the papers to Heather along with print outs of the baby.
Heather is quiet while she gets dressed and Jamie has a strange feeling he's going to get laid into when they leave. She huffs out of the room ounce she's done confirming his suspicions. She makes her next appointment and as soon as they are out of the office on the street she turns to him, "What getting worried cause I won't put out!?"
"I just wanted to know incase we were…. And I didn't ask about sex." Jamie defends himself.
"Oh so you knock me up and then you don't want to have sex with me when I put on weight! Really great Jamie." Sudden tears appear in her eyes.
"Heather that's not what I said. Baby you are beautiful, you always will be. And you are more beautiful because you are carrying our child. I just don't want to hurt you or the baby." Jamie steps closer trying to console her.
Heather sniffles loudly, "That's so sweet." She leans against Jamie's chest as he looks confusedly down at her.
"I think we should get to school." He says finally.
Heather pulls back wipes her tears and heads for the car. Jamie watches as she gets in and waits for him. Shaking his head he also gets into the car, starts it and pulls out. They ride in silence to the school. It's second period so they grab their books, (Jamie insisting on carrying Heather since they have class together) and head to class. Heather notices a couple stairs when she walks in but brushes it off. Jamie sets down on one side of Heather while Meg is on the other. Heather feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to find a blonde smiling back at her, "I'm sorry but are you gaining weight?" Shelly asks.
Heather closes her eyes, "What is it to ya Shelly?"
"Well, I noticed it because of the shirt. I mean you know, it's nothing really. But the way it looks, well you look pregnant." Shelly smiles sweetly.
"Shelly, if it were any of your business weather or not I am pregnant, I would have told you. However, it's not. So please leave me alone." Heather smiles sweetly turning back around in her seat.
Meg leans over, "You okay?"
Heather sighs, "Well, it was bound to tip them off."
Meg nods and gives Heather a sympathetic smile. By the end of class three other girls had commented on Heather's appearance. Of course when class was over just about the whole school was talking about the pregnant cheerleader. Samantha approaches Heather's locker, "Heard you went and got yourself knocked up. Always figured you would be just like your Momma. Heard she's knocked up again too, trying to repopulate the earth?" she smirks.
Before Heather can say anything Meg has tackled her. There are three things you don't mess with when comes to Meg, her family, Heather and Brooke. Lily pulls Heather out of harms way, putting herself in front of her. Lucas happens to be walking down the hall and sees the fight; he and another teacher break it up.
"BITCH!" Samantha shoots at Meg.
"You are the biggest slut in the school; she's slept with one guy! Leave her alone! You don't have any right to talk about her." Meg pulls against Lucas, who is trying to hold her.
"Why don't she fight her own battles?!" Samantha smirks.
"Because you're not worth bitch." Meg pulls lose from Lucas and steps closer to Samantha, "She's not going to risk the life of her child for you, but let me tell you this, you come near her again and you will answer to me. That goes for anybody who bothers her. At least she's stepping up and taking responsibility. Rumor is you chickened out."
Samantha's eyes get big. "Where the hell did you hear that?"
"Little sister's talk." Meg's voice is hard.
Heather steps out from behind Lily, "That's enough. Look whatever choices you may or may not have made are nobody's business. I chose to keep this baby. I won't be taunted and laughed at for it. Yes, I am pregnant. But you will not beat me up about this. You can whisper, hell yell the comments if you want. Hear me ounce and for all. Any one of you could be in this situation. I'm pretty sure a couple of you have. I'm not hiding this pregnancy. I'm not proud of my actions, but this baby is not a mistake, it's a choice. I forgot to use a condom ounce." All eyes are on her, she steps close to Meg, "I love you for fighting for me, but this is my battle." She hugs her friend before returning her attention to Samantha, "You made a choice and I hope that choice was right for you and your family. I get that. But don't criticize me because I chose this. This is what's right for me and my family." She turns to the group who are all ears by know, "And nobody is to speak of this again. Choices are our own, and as woman we make them. I'm not advocating anything here, but nobody is to put either of us down for our choices. You aren't the one going through this. We are. So go back to your lives. Be teenagers, and just leave me to my life." Heather turns with this and walks into her next class Jason at her side holding her hand.
Kids still whisper about it, but Heather doesn't let it get to her. By lunch Lily has verbally attacked another student who felt the need to share her views on Heather's pregnancy. Heather makes it clear that nobody else is to attack. She isn't helpless; she is choosing not to fight with them. They get their trays and head for their usual outside table in the mild whether. Heather has just set down when Samantha comes back up to her. Meg jumps from her place beside Heather, who pulls her back down, "Sit down." She instructs, and with a glare toward Samantha she does as Heather asks.
"I wanted to say it was very brave of you to stand up for me. After what I said, well I wouldn't have done the same thing. And you're right, the choice is yours." Samantha looks down at her hands.
Heather stands up, "I made this choice knowing its outcome." She says gently.
"Some days I wonder if my choice was right. But with my parents and what everybody thought…." Samantha sighs.
Heather reaches out and gently takes one of Samantha's hands in her own, "I'm sorry Samantha. Nobody should have forced you to make that decision."
"They called it a fetus. Not a baby, which made it easier to abort it. But I keep thinking know that it was a baby." Samantha closes her eyes.
Heather steps closer and hugs Samantha, "You done what you felt was right. I'm sorry that nobody was there. Because this is hard. I can't imagine doing this alone. But if you ever need anything, then just let me know." Heather pauses, "But never again will you talk to or about anybody the way you did me today." Heather says sternly.
Samantha looks up at Heather, "You really have changed."
Heather laughs slightly, "I changed a while ago Samantha."
"After the accident?" Samantha asks.
"Yeah, I realized there's a lot more to life then alcohol and drugs. I got two sister and a brother who were scared to death, two parents that love me, and great friends. And you have a wonderful family too. I know your parents remember?" Heather watches Samantha sighs, "Listen it's never to late to change, to make up for past bad decisions."
"Thank you, I should get back to my group." Samantha point to a group of girls.
Heather nods, smiles and sets back down, "Not one word." She warns everybody at the table. But nobody had intended to say anything, they were watching at Samantha's friends lead her off and it appeared as though she was crying.
Finally last period comes. Heather has this class alone, so she expects trouble. The teacher ounce again is late, and Heather slumps in her chair slightly. "That's not good for the baby." A voice says beside her.
Heather looks over at the young girl. "What?"
"Slumping isn't good for the baby, it causing your back to hurt worse ounce your further along." The brunette says.
"Oh, thanks" Heather sets back up.
"I have a daughter. She's a year old. I'm Brianna." The girl holds her hand out. "I heard you in the hall, it was very brave. Me I hid it till I couldn't anymore, then went to home school."
Heather takes the girls hand, "Really? I just couldn't do that. I mean I know people are going to talk but honestly I don't care. I just want to go to school, graduate, and be the best Mom I can."
"That's all I want, is to be the best mom I can be. She's a firecracker though." Brianna smiles.
"I have a four year old little sister who's a handful." Heather laughs.
"You know we should get them together. Let her meet the baby, so she won't be so shocked ounce yours gets here." Brianna says then looks away, "I mean if you wanted."
"I would love that. My Mom's actually pregnant to. Farther along then I am." Heather laughs slightly, "I've got to admit I have really bad timing."
"Oh yeah?" Brianna laughs, "Really good timing for teen pregnancy is?"
"Never," Heather laughs. "But ya know, I can't turn back know, so why look at this as a hindrance. I mean look at you."
"I'm a semester behind." Brianna says.
"So it's a semester, you'll catch up. At least you are still in school, and taking care of your daughter." Heather says.
"You see the good in everything?" Brianna raises an eye brow.
"I try. Although my boyfriend may not think to much of the little break down I had after the doctor today." Heather shakes her head.
"Hormones?" Brianna asks knowingly.
"God, he asked a question and I went off of him. Then I ended up crying and the whole this was so trivial. I cried at Veronica Mars reruns the other day." Heather laughs.
"Oh mine was Gilmore Girls. I cried like a baby." Brianna giggles.
Heather tilts her head looking at Brianna, "Could we like talk sometime? I mean I love my family and I love my friends and my boyfriend is incredible, but they don't get it."
"I would love that." Brianna says, "Actually at this little church down town there's a meeting for teen Mom's and moms to be. I'm sure they would love it if you came down."
Heather seems to think it over, "maybe…." Her hand goes to her stomach deep in though.
"How far along are you?" Brianna asks pulling her from the thoughts.
"Sixteen weeks, but the doctor is worried that I'm not gaining enough weight and the baby is under weight." Heather sighs.
"Oh they said the same thing with me, it's different in everybody. Just make sure you eat, and make sure you rest. A lot of it that we are so active. Sometimes more so then adults. And with a four year and a pregnant mom at home, well I can imagine." Brianna smiles warmly at Heather.
Heather smiles, "Oh there's a twelve year old and nine year old mixed in as well as my Dad."
"Gosh big family." Brianna says.
"What about you?' Heather asks.
"Just me and my Mom." Brianna says, "And Destiny."
"Oh I love that name." Heather says.
Brianna pulls out a picture, "Here's a picture,"
"Oh my God, she's so cute. I bet she is a firecracker, just look at that beautiful smile." Heather coos.
Brianna smiles proudly, "She just got the hang of walking. She's been running for about a month, but walking just started."
"Jessica took off like that. One day she was turning over the next she was crawling and before we new what hit us she was running. Although she hasn't slowed down." Heather laughs. She sighs remembering this morning.
"Why so sad suddenly?" Brianna asks watching Heather.
"She said she wants to be just like me." Heather smiles slightly. "How do you explain to a four year old that she shouldn't be like you?" Heather feels tears in her eyes, "Damn Hormones." She mutters.
Brianna lays a hand on her back, "I tell ya what I think, for what it's worth. If she turns out to have as good a heart as you seem to have, then she'll be a pretty amazing person. And I hope she does."
Heather wipes her eyes slightly, "thanks". The teacher finally makes it to class but class it over half over and he can't start class. The class simply chats happily among themselves. Heather and Brianna talk for the rest of the hour……
