Chapter 9: Grandma Elouise's Opinion
Hard Stayin' Sober
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Nellie's POV (November 1st, 1966)
"Looks like you got yourself into some trouble huh, Eleanor?" Grandma Elouise sighed. "Why don't you just abort the darned thing?" He asked me as she ushered us deeper into her house, into the kitchen.
Grandma was all pro-choice. I could only nod as I took in her small house. I stayed close to Darry as we set my bags into the back spare bedroom. I wanted to cry.
"Nellie, just be good, okay? Keep yourself out of trouble. You'll be home soon. I love you, you know that, right? More than anything," Darry brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. I could only nod for fear that if I tried to speak I would bawl.
He said his goodbyes to Grandma Elouise and turned towards the front door, but before he could leave me I choked out a weak, "I love you too."
He turned to me and smiled, assuring me that he had, in fact, heard me.
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I stayed in my small bedroom for most of the night, except to stuff dinner down my throat, ignoring my nausea. Grandma had made us Chicken Alfredo, one of my favorite dishes, and yet I barely tasted any of it. I think that my grandmother noticed it, but she didn't say anything, gladly. I couldn't handle another argument.
After I had swallowed a healthy enough dose for my baby and for my Grandma to keep her mouth shut, I washed our dishes silently and then went back to my room.
I felt like my baby was a she. I just suspected it somewhere deep down, even though I had no idea. I hated calling her an, "it," and so I decided that she was going to be called a she until I could find out the gender for sure and eventually pick out a name for her.
I remembered that I had packed a scrapbook of mom and dad, my brothers, and the gang. I pulled it out and began slowly flipping through different pages. There was one of mom and dad when they were pregnant with me. I smiled softly, tears welling up, and within the next few hours I felt asleep looking at pictures of my once happy, and full family. I wondered vaguely before my eyes slipped shut if my baby girl would ever be able to fill my void, or if anything at all would.
A/N: Suggestions please! I'm slightly stuck for the next chapter.
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~Alee xXx
