AUTHORS NOTE: R&R
Chapter Eleven: Everything She Didn't Have
Grandpa's face boiled in fury. He looked like he was going to lunge at Logan, or maybe it was me, I couldn't tell. I wanted to tell him to relax, but I already knew it was going to be harder for him and grandma; they had a pregnant child at sixteen, I think they wanted me to have everything she didn't have. In my mind I think people see it a lot worse then it really is.
Gripping Logan's hand I braced myself for what came next. In my mind things where a lot worse then they would be; I hope. Logan didn't say anything, I didn't say anything, my mother didn't say anything, we all just sat there and watched as Grandma and Grandpa went nuts.
Grandma was going on about some abortion clinic that she found when my mother was pregnant and grandpa was yelling as loud as humanly possible to Logan.
"There is no way I am getting an abortion!"
"Oh, yes you are!" Grandpa reiterated.
"No I am not!"
"Dad!" My mother finally spoke, "this is between Rory and Logan if they wanted your input they would ask for it."
"They're in their twenties how do they know what they want?"
"Dad, come on."
"Richard, Emily." I was so happy Logan was finally saying something, because I personally wanted to faint, "This isn't about you and I am sorry if you're upset or disappointed or however you feel about the situation, but its too late. Rory and I made our choice on the matter and decided to do this our way, not yours."
"You're right," Grandma said sitting down again "this isn't about us, it's about you."
"Thank you," I murmured finally breathing again.
"But we have to do this right," she spoke faster excited now "you are not to tell anyone else outside our two family's. Have you done so already?"
"No but-"
"Good, don't. We will have a party telling everyone about the engagement, you get married, and soon. Then you will announce the pregnancy."
"Um, Emily, not like that we don't like what you're doing for us or anything, we just decided we would wait to have the baby before we got married." Logan seemed to shrink back in fear as Grandma clenched her together and shook her head.
"NO! NO! NO! There is no way you are having the baby first!"
"Yes I am!" I shouted at her "this isn't your choice."
"But it includes me, it includes our whole family!" I had nothing to say to that, "good, it's settled then," Grandma continued "we'll send you a few dates that will work for us and you can pick one."
"Hold up. Are you crazy?!"
"Rory that is no way to speak to your grandmother," Grandpa was pissed, but I didn't care.
"I'm sorry if I am not in my best mood," I snapped "but we have to go."
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"I cannot believe this!"
"Relax, maybe we should just do it their way," Logan and I where sitting on the couch talking about the situation.
"Easy for you to say," I almost yelled standing up.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He got up to face me.
"No offence Logan, but you're not the pregnant one here."
"Well, excuse me, it's not really in my nature."
"Well, I didn't really ask for this to happen."
"You're mom didn't ask for you to happen, and she turned out okay."
"Well don't turn this on me!" I turned away, it was too much.
"Ace, relax." The tears began to overflow stupid hormones. "It's going to be okay, he took me in his arms, my tears soaking into his shirt.
"I'm such an ass."
"Stop it."
"Its true," I held him tighter.
"No its not," his hand rubbing my back "its not."
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