First hand written chapter is up! Remind me to stick to typing I can hardly read my own writing. 0.o

Fine

"I give you an inch, you take a mile huh?" she giggled at his comment and kissed him softly again. It had to be at least 1 in the afternoon, so she wasn't going just leave him alone. She knew he was attempting to doze back off for a while, but she had other things in mind. She was hoping if she kept up her games, he would soon follow her example.

She started off simple, just brushing her lips against his, to make him kiss her. Or cuddling up against him so he'd wrap his arms around her. Her eyes still stung from crying, so closing them kinda helped them feel better. But kissing him seemed to be a better way to past time, rather than sleeping. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just trying to get some sleep."

He laughed, "So thats what you call it, I could have sworn your intentions were something else, with your hand down my pants and all." He was waiting on her to ask the same infamous question that kept him up most nights, he had pretty good self control, but she was playing a very dangerous game right now. There was a big difference between simply asking, and trying.

She knew she was manipulating him, but if she asked, he would brush her off like he normally did. "Nope, just trying to sleep." That was another thing she hated about being pregnant, she would go from upset and hormonal, to just plain hormonal in no time at all. "I think I'd be more comfortable in this position…" She struggled to straddle his hips, and giggled at his expression. "Much better."

"Yeah, i'm sure you'll sleep fine like that." He thought it was cute she was blushing, despite how confident her actions seemed. Not to mention, how adorable she looked in his t-shirt that was way too big for her, pregnant or not. He could tell by the way she was staring at him that she was waiting on him to answer the question she wouldn't ask.

After a moment or two, he couldn't think of a single reason not to. It could have been there wasn't one at all, or the fact his mind was a bit clouded by the way she's been torturing him since he woke up. She had a look on her face that was caught in between biting her lip and pouting, still trying her best to torture him in anyway she could. he sighed in defeat before he told her "Fine." Not that he was complaining.

"Mom, you know I don't like girly stuff like this." She rolled her eyes, when her mom told her she wanted to spend time with her for her birthday, she never expected a spa day. She pretty much pouted the whole way there, she was turning 18 tomorrow, and there wasn't a way to do much being almost 8 months pregnant.

"Oh hush, don't you want to look pretty for your baby shower? Plus its relaxing, I promise you'll like it." Her mom had been trying to push this whole girls day out on her for months, but she kept coming up with excuses. She didn't see the point of going tanning in the winter, so she passed on that. Not to mention it wasn't something you were supposed to do while pregnant.

Then there was the shopping spree she passed up on, she was pregnant, and she was just going to get more pregnant, so buying new clothes was out of the question, her mom finally guilted her into spending the day with her at a nail salon, but she didn't like that idea either. She frowned at the thought of a manicure and pedicure at first, but she stopped complaining when she got to soak her swollen feet.

She didn't even care some stranger was giving her a foot massage after a moment so she stopped complaining and went with the flow of things. Secretly wished she could of done this her whole pregnancy. She looked at her sparkly red fingernails, which matched her toes, and was jealous that some guy could do a better paint job than her. "See, that wasn't so bad was it?" her mom was beaming with pride she found something they could do together.

"I guess that wasn't completely awful." Her mom knew that was as close to a complement she would get out of her and she was happy with just that. "Thanks mom." She tried her best to pull her into a hug, but her baby bump loved staying in-between her and things she wanted, she was used to it by now. Even cuddling was starting to become a job.

She missed her mom, but sometimes her questions were a little too personal. The "hows school," how are you feeling?" questions were fine. It was the "Is your husband pleasing you?" question that was just wrong on so many levels. Then, the follow up conversation about how hormonal she was when she was pregnant and her father not being able to keep up with her needs, was way more than she ever needed to hear.

"Mom, shut the hell up! Ew. Gross, OMG. Are ya trying to make me sick or something." She could feel her cheeks flare up, she wasn't sure if it was because she was mad, or out of sheer embarrassment. Her mom looked at her confused, isn't this what girl talk was supposed to be like.

"What? Were girlfriends. Don't you talk to your girlfriends about that stuff?" She looked at her mom like she was stupid. She hoped when she was older she didn't traumatize her daughter like that. Talk about memories she wanted to repress for the rest of her life. There were somethings you just kept to yourself, especially when the person on the receiving end was your kid.

"Hell NO! Omg mom, just drop it, can we talk about something else… Anything else! Please?" The ice cream she was eating was a lot less appetizing after the nature of that conversation. But the baby disagree and practically demanded more ice cream by wiggling around and kicking. "Are you coming to my baby shower?" She knew her mom might not want to with her dad there and all, but it's not like she was going to make them sit right next to each other.

"Maybe, I want to… How's your father doing?" Her question changed the mood, her father was a touchy situation between them. She always knew her mother ran away, but knowing why her mom ran away made her lose respect for her. Her mom made it very well known she didn't care for gay people, and tried to lead things on to look like she left him because his drinking. "Is he still sinning his life away?"

"Daddy's doing great, he's been doing a lot better since he stopped drinking." She smiled a fake smile at her. She had no right to say anything about him, or judge him. She hadn't seen him in almost ten years, and he definitely wasn't the same person. "The guy he's been seeing is really nice."

Her mom had a look of disgust on her face, and as much as she wanted to believe her mom was a better person than this, the truth was she wasn't. Her mom hated her dad because he was gay. Her father told her this, but she didn't want to believe it. "The poor man's sick." It was meant to be said under her breathe but she heard her moms rude comment, and it made her sick to her stomach.

"I don't feel good, I think you should take me home."

Growing up can be rough. It's usually when you find out how messed up people really are. I have a few more chapters I need to type up, so I guess I get to make up all the time I went without updating. Still sorry about that! But theres a baby shower in the future, so you know what comes after the baby shower right? BABY TIME!-Chesxca