Yell at me all you want about the delayed update, but I've got a real good reason for not updating. I'm going to tell you, but you can't judge me. My news is at the bottom. And for those of you who keep asking for these to be longer, there already written so no matter what you say, they're going to be how I wrote then before. Got it? Good.
My mother must have been of her old wooden rocker.
"Mom, why in the hell are we going over to their house tonight of all nights?" I begged her to know. "If we must go there again, can't it be when I have not just old you I'm pregnant?"
"What's wrong with going there tonight?" mom asked, not looking away from the window.
"What if Embry's there? He is in Sam's gang now so there is a fifteen in ten chance he'll be there," I explained to her, rolling my eyes as I finished.
"You have to talk to him sooner or later," she rolled her eyes at me.
"I choose later," I mumbled as my cousin's house came into view, and waiting on the front porch was Jared, Paul, Sam, Emily—Devil—and Embry.
"To late." She stopped the car. I sunk down into my seat, keeping my eyes down, not daring to look up at the set of eyes I knew were on me at that moment. "You're going to get out or I'm I going to have to get Sam?"
"I'm coming," I whined, opening the door and taking my sweet time to do it too. When I had shut the door, I finally looked up, but regretted it right away. Embry was walking right toured me, a determined look on his face. "Crap," I mumbled.
"We have to talk Andy," Embry ordered, grabbing me arm a little more harshly then necessary and started to drag me away from the house.
"Mommy," I called out, looking in her direction. She just gave me an encouraging smile, which I returned with a glare. Before I turned back fully to Embry, I caught Paul's angered face. I don't know why, but I felt like I should be apologizing to him, but before I could make up my mind, Embry had dragged me out of sight.
"Andy, why did you run?" he asked, his hurt filled eyes staring at me.
I looked down and replied, "I was scared of what you would say."
Embry's warm and comforting arms wrapped around me. "Andy, I love you. I always have and I always will and this baby is not going to change that," he comforted me.
"So, you want to be part of our child's life?" I asked, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.
"Of course, and if you will forgive me, I want you back," he begged me, taking me hands in his. I didn't answer for a minute, but when I had made me diction, I pulled him down and placed a long needed kiss on his lips. That was a yes, for those of you who didn't understand.
I'm pregnant. Yep, that's write I'm writing a story about a girl that's pregnant and I'm writing there in her shoes. I know that you guys don't think to highly of me now, but it was something that was never meant to happen which is why the father of the baby and I aren't together anymore. My boyfriend now understands that I have limits and I love him for that and that he told me that he would be the baby's daddy if I wanted him to. How sweet is that? When I told my parents, they didn't take it as well as Andy's mom did in the last chapter and that's one reason why I didn't update this last week. But I will-hopefully-be getting back into a routine of fast updating and you can enjoy the story that is party my life now.