My Pregnancy Story

Chapter 9

Gabriella's POV

I was lying in Troy's bed on my side, trying to follow all of the doctor's rules to having a healthy pregnancy. Yesterday had been my 12 week appointment and so far things were good. Dr. Greene had showed us the baby on the sonogram and she let us take home pictures. Basically she told me everything was fine, to keep doing what I was doing and she gave me a few pointers and health tips for the future.

Then this morning, I had morning sickness again, after what seemed like almost a week without it, so I decided to stay home with Troy's mom. Both of them suggested it too. They said I needed some time off after the active 2 weeks I've had. I felt bad for Troy though. Not only does he have to deal with me and his parents (who are getting used to the baby thing more and more each day, but still have their issues) but he has basketball, our friends and half the school.

I sighed and got up from the bed, heading down to the kitchen. Mrs. Bolton was sitting in the den on her computer and I opened up the fridge, hoping to find something to eat since I was too nauseous to eat this morning. After pulling out some leftover pasta salad, I put that in a bowl and went to sit in the family room and watch TV. I had recently found out that in about 3 months, I was going 2 have to be home like this all the time. Once I hit 6 months, apparently, I got on maternity leave. It's standard for most pregnant women because they can go into labor anytime from 6-9 months.

This made me wonder about childbirth. After talking to Mrs. Bolton, I found out that giving birth is no joke and I wasn't ready to go through that kind of pain yet, so I had started to pray to god that I didn't go into labor early. Plus I heard having a premature baby sometimes isn't that good. Premature babies tend to have a lot of health issues and I didn't want anything to happen to my baby. At this point, all I could wish was that that didn't happen to me and that maybe, I'd be able to go home again.

Mrs. Bolton walked into the living room not much later. "Gabriella, Hun, are you hungry? I was just going to go out and get some food."

I shook my head. "No thank you. I just ate."

She nodded. "Well I'm heading to the grocery store to get food for dinner. You can come with me if you want?"

I smiled in appreciation. "No, I think I'm just going to stay here."

"You sure?" I nodded and she gave up. "Ok, then. I guess you can help me make dinner later then."

I smiled again. "Yea, sure I'd like that. At least it'll give me something to do so I don't feel useless."

She came to sit next to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "You're not useless, you're pregnant."

"Yea, but that seems to be my excuse for everything these days." I looked out the window.

"Because it's true," she told me, looking me in the face and rubbing my arm in a motherly manner that I really appreciated. "Don't beat yourself up about this, just take it and run with it. Life your life the way you normally would just being a little more cautious of your stomach."

I smiled and hugged her. "Thank you for being here for me."

"No problem sweetie. I love you just as much as Troy does. So much I consider you one of my own."

I smiled and watched her as she left out the house, hearing her start her car and pull out of the driveway. I sat on the couch for a few minutes staring at the wall. I was in the house alone for the first time. This felt awkward. As if it wasn't enough that I was living at my boyfriend's house, but now I was alone in it. I felt sort of left out. I glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 11am. I had about 6 hours before I got to see Troy again, because he had basketball practice again today and I knew both he and Mr. Bolton wouldn't get in till 5.

I spread myself out on the couch and pulled the pillow towards my chest. I turned off the TV and lay on the couch for a few minutes in silence, just thinking.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped, not expecting that. I had no idea who could be at the door unless Mrs. Bolton was expecting company or a package, but she probably would have let me know before she left. Maybe it was her coming back from the store and she realized she forgot her keys, but that was impossible seeing as how she had only been gone for about 45 minutes and it doesn't take that short amount of time to go to the grocery store.

I stood up, walking over to the door and bracing myself before I opened it for who might be on the other side. I opened the door and there stood on the other side my mother and Michael. I stood with my eyes wide and my mouth open, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

"Gabi," Michael said, stepping over to me and pulling me into a hug. "This is the only time you will ever hear me say this…but I miss you."

I hugged him back tight. I would never have imagined the day when this happened, but she actually did miss her brothers and his selfish, dirty and annoying ways. "I missed you too."

He smiled and pulled back from me and stepped over to mom. "And mom here has something to say to you, right?"

I watched my mother step into the house awkwardly, looking at me and then sighing. I knew she was taking me in. I had changed a lot over the two weeks I had been living with Troy. My body was the main thing. The last time she'd seen me I was sure you couldn't even tell that I was pregnant, except for the fact that I knew and they knew from being told. I saw her eyes linger and my stomach for a while and I stood quietly, wondering if she was going to speak to me and what she was going to say.

"Mija," she spoke gently, moving toward me slowly. Both of her hands reached out and without hesitation, I grabbed them with my own and we stood there together. I had always had a strong connection with my mother and even though with the current events, I loved her and I had missed her so much. With my dad, yes I was a little sad about his reaction because I loved him just as much, but I pretty much knew what he did was coming and I couldn't exactly tell him everything like I do with my mom. "I know things didn't go so well before at the house, but you've got to understand it was a shock to all of us. I mean when you told me that you and Troy had had sex, I was a little skeptical, but I didn't question it because I knew you were a smart girl and I knew I taught you how to take care of yourself that way. But then when you told me you were pregnant, I just…blamed myself, thinking that I had done something wrong…"

"Mommy," I stopped her, pulling her into a hug. "You did nothing wrong. I thank you for all your help when I was growing up. The talks, the trips to the OBGYN, the stuff that you bought me, the advice and most importantly, actually being there for me in person when I needed you most."

She shook her head. "I wasn't there for you these past 2 weeks..."

"But you're here now, and that's all that matters." I hugged her again, not wanting to let go, but finally feeling relief about my relationship with her. Now all I had left to do was work on my father.

"Aww," Michael said, clapping his hands softly from behind us. "That was soooo sweet. Mother and daughter make up again."

I laughed and grabbed him into a hug again. "I love you too you little monster, because you didn't say anything like you usually would snitch on me."

"Speaking of," My mom interrupted, looking at my brother. "We need to talk about you keeping secrets like that from me and your father.

"Mom, don't blame him, I asked him to keep it and I threatened him so it's not his fault."

"Yea," Michael added. "She threatened to slit my throat with a knife…without hesitation."

"And I still will do it if you're not careful," I warned and he stepped back a few feet from me.

"So how's daddy," I asked her.

I watched her look away for a second before she spoke. "He's….different. Ever since finding out he's been acting strange. He ignores Michaels and snaps at me. I think he wants to have you back home and he wants to be there for you but he can't bear to think about the fact that his little girl is growing up and she's having a baby. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was already a little upset about you growing up because we had a conversation about you graduating earlier."

I shook my head. "It's not like I'm going anywhere. I'll still be his little girl, but I'm having a baby and I know that's not exactly good but there's nothing he can change about that so he has to get used to it."

"I know baby, but you have to give him time to adjust. It's hard to have to see you so involved with a boy believe me I know."

"Wait wait wait," Michael interrupted. "You told mom that you and Troy had sex?"

"Um, yea."

He looked confused. "Why would you do that?"

"Cause I tell mom everything," I answered.

"That's awkward," he replied plopping down on the couch.

My mother rolled her eyes and looked to me. "Why are you home today?"

"Morning sickness, Troy and Lucille thought it would be best if I stayed home."

She looked at me with that sympathetic look. "I have no idea what you're going thought sweetie, but I imagine it must be hard. Just know I'm here to help you."

"Thanks, but mom you do know what I'm going through."

My mother shot me a look at me and Michael looked back and forth between the two of us.

"Mom, what's Gabi talking about?"

"You haven't told him?" I asked her accusingly.

"Not now Gabriella," she warned me.

"He has a right to know. I mean you told me, why not him."

"What the hell?" Michael yelled.

"Language," my mother said to him, while looking at me. "Don't Gabriella."

"You have to tell him."

"Not now." She said angrily.

"If you won't, I will."

"Gabriella!"

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Michael asked as the front door opened and in walked Troy's mom with an armful of groceries.

"Oh, um hello," She said, setting her bags down on the counter. "How are you Maria?"

"Fine," my mother answered pulling a fake smile as I grew annoyed. My brother had every right to know this big secret my mom was keeping just as I did. And I couldn't even tell him if she wasn't going to tell him? This just made me all pissy. I didn't care if I was pregnant or not, this was way too much for me and I didn't have to blame it on the hormones this time. I had enough going on to be worrying about something this little, but I couldn't help it. It was my business anyway whether or not my feelings toward this were negative or positive, but I felt I needed some time to get away from it all for a little while. I grabbed my jacket, not bothering to listen to the questions of my mom, Mrs. Bolton and Michael of where I was going but I just took off.

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I had no idea where I was, or how I had even gotten to the point where I had no idea how to get home, but here I was. I hugged my jacket closer to my body as I walked through the darkened streets of Albuquerque. I didn't know what I was doing, or where I was going I was just going. I estimated it had been a little bit over 4 hours since I left, seeing as how I left my phone home and when I left it was light out. I knew it was stupid of me to leave like that, me being pregnant and all and knowing that people would worry about me, but I just needed to get away, get away from it all.

I kept walking until my feet starting to hurt and then I found a bench to rest on. As the wind started to pick up and I felt a real chill, I tried to pull my jacket even closer, but it wasn't working all that well because it was a light jacket. I looked around to see that not many people were walking along the sidewalk, but mainly cars were blowing past me on the streets.

"Gabriella!" I heard my name being called out and I looked around frantically, trying to see who could possibly be calling me.

A black car pulled up on the sidewalk in front of me and I got up, about to walk away, but then the window rolled down and the driver revealed himself.

"Ella, thank god. Get in the car."

I looked at Troy for a second, playing with my hands, trying to decide if I wanted to get in.

"Baby, please," he said when I didn't move.

I made myself keep my head down as I stood up and started to walk away. I knew very well that if I looked up at him, I wouldn't be able to ignore his eyes and walk away. I felt him driving beside me slowly. "El, where are you going?"

"Somewhere," I replied, keeping my head down.

He sighed heavily. "Can you please get in?"

I shook my head simply and almost stopped walking when I hear Troy suddenly shut the car off and take the keys out the ignition. I started to walk a little bit faster, knowing he was going to come after me by foot, but I knew pretty well he was faster than me anyway.

"Gabriella, stop," he said, pulling at my waist when he caught up to me.

"Troy let go," I protested.

"Not until you get in the car with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I snapped, trying to pull away.

"Gabriella." I looked up to see that he looked hurt from my last statement.

"No," I said firmly. "I'm not going back. I want to get away from it all."

He shook his head. "You can't run away from this."

I could feel the tears starting up. "I can try."

"Gab..."

"Let me go."

"No," he said as firmly as I did before. I looked up into his eyes and then I bit my lip, pulling out of his grasp and walking over to the car, getting in and slamming the door. I sat with my arms folded as he sighed and walked to the other side and got in. I got annoyed when he locked the doors as if he didn't trust that I wasn't going to run away again.

He drove back to his house in silence, but when he pulled into the driveway, he cut the engine and kept the doors locked as he turned to face me.

I kept my arms crossed; not looking at him, but that didn't stop him.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant, that's what."

"So you go out alone, not telling anyway where you're going?"

"Yep," I answered simply, hearing him sigh. I was not going to make this easy.

"What if something happened to you?"

I shrugged and he sighed angrily.

"Gabriella! What has been up with you? You haven't been acting like yourself at all."

"Well how can i? I'm pregnant remember?"

"Do you have to keep bringing that up?"

"It's kinda hard not to."

"Damn it Gabriella! If you don't wanna do this then just say so."

"Excuse me?"

"If you didn't want this baby, you should have said something the moment you found out. I wouldn't have forced you to go through with this."

"Well, it's a little too late for that now isn't it." I snapped at him.

"You want an abortion?" he asked, putting the keys back in the ignition and throwing the gear in reverse. "Fine, let's go get you and abortion."

He back out of the driveway and we were speeding down the street in a matter of minutes.

"Let's go kill our baby," he said, angrily, his hands gripping the wheel.

"Troy?"

"No Gabriella, if this is what you want, then this is what we'll do."

"Troy," I was getting scared, he had never acted this way with me before.

"We can make it all go away. This is what you want isn't it?"

"No!" I cried out, the tears running full down my face now. Troy looked over at me and I saw his face soften as he stopped and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Gabriella, I," He looked at me and my face and I saw regret flash over him. "I didn't mean that, you know I didn't"

I shook my head, reaching for the door handle and playing with the lock. "I wanna get out."

"Gabi…"

"Let me out!" I screamed, banging at the window and then finally getting the door to unlock. I got out and started running away down the street, not paying attention to the sound of Troy following after me.

I felt him grab my wrists and hold me down against the wall. I could feel myself shaking in fear and tried to push him away with my fists. "No, let me go."

"Hey, shhh!" He pulled me to him, my face going into his chest. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't mean to I was angry."

I cried into his chest and he pulled me closer as we sat on the sidewalk. He rocked me back and forth and made no effort to move us back to the car. I didn't know what was going on except things weren't getting better, but only worse.

A/N: ok so that scene was rlly intense for me...it was the first scene i've ever written like that sort of like a tough love kinda thing nd idk it was kinda hard for me 2 get into character nd make troy say some of the things he did so hopefully u can picture the situation in ur head like i did anyway i kno itz late but with graduation being in 3 weeks things have been CRAZY! nd i truly mean crazy i still need 2 get 2 dresses for prom and graduation nd i havent gotten them so im kinda in a last minute rush thanks 2 my mother nd im gunna go get them 2moro and then drama with alot of ppl in my school had been the main issue also so while i deal with that and grad try 2 bear with me here, but once june 12th gets here everything will be chill..i'll have the whole summer 2 write and trust me i will be writing alot this summer so thx for dealing wit my crazy schedule and hopefully u guys can hang in there for 3 more weeks

TONS(nd i mean TONS pplz) of love -Troyellaishottndsexy-