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Mitchie's POV
As we arrived at my house I felt Alex shaking against me, her skin was warm against my own and I could feel Goosebumps forming on her arms. I felt terrible for her; she'd basically just lost her own father. She'd always been a daddy's girl; he'd always understood her better. She told me before about how when she'd first started to go off the rails her mother had tried to discipline her but Jerry had just accepted and loved her for whom she was. Having him throw her out and call her a dyke was probably one of the most upsetting things to ever happen to her. The look of disgust that he'd thrown at both of us had unnerved me; I couldn't imagine how Alex would feel having that look sent to her from her own father.
"Mom?" I called out as I pushed the heavy front door. Alex had left her bags in the car, unsure of what to do with them. I'd said she could stay at my house and that my mom wouldn't mind but she was determined to get my mom's permission before she got her hopes up.
Emerging from the kitchen, my mom automatically noticed that something was wrong, I could tell from the look on her face, but she didn't press the issue. It was clear to anyone with eyes that Alex was distraught.
"We need to talk," I told her, playing with Alex's fingers which were shaking ever so much. My mom groaned loudly but took a seat on the couch nevertheless, resting her forehead in her left hand whilst her elbow was elevated on her knee.
"Not again, Mitchie… I've had enough; first the drugs, drinking, smoking, sex, etcetera… then the girlfriend, then the rape and now the pregnancy… I don't think I can handle anything else. Don't get me wrong, Mitch, I know that the last two weren't within your control but it's still a lot for a single mother to handle." She told me tiredly, rubbing her temples whilst still leaving her head rested on the palm of her hand.
"No… I haven't done anything this time and it's not really me with the problem, I promise." I quickly stepped in, understanding why she was probably sceptical about hearing what I was going to say. I could definitely sympathise with her; this time last year I was her perfect little girl who had never once caused her a problem, now I was a smoker, a drinker, an 'ex'-stoner that was pregnant at eighteen years old with a girlfriend. "Alex's dad didn't take it well… he kicked her out, mom… she's homeless." I told my mom desperately, knowing that she would never see Alex put on the streets, she loved her too much. My mom's facial expression softened drastically and she stared into my eyes to decipher whether or not I was being genuine. She liked to fool herself that I was joking with a lot of things that I told her because it softened the blow and gave her a few extra moments of denial.
"Oh, Alex, honey, that's terrible!" My mom exclaimed, shock evident in her words. "Come here, sweetie." She instructed her with a sad smile. Alex complied weakly and basically fell into my mom's open arms as my mom consoled her, gripping her tightly and stroking her hair.
Alex wasn't a crier; it was just an unspoken rule, so when she broke down crying in my mother's arms once again I did not expect it at all. "I thought you said that they'd be okay with it?" My mom asked cautiously as Alex rested her chin on her shoulder.
"I… I thought that th-they would be… M-my mom, she kinda is… He wasn't." She wailed out shakily into my mom's probably now wet shoulder. "He's such a dick!" She yelled, again into my mom's shoulder, muffling her words slightly. My mom's eyes snapped open at the mention of the 'D word' before she quickly restarted her motions with her hand, once again running her fingers through Alex's long, dark hair.
"Language," She scolded half-heartedly. Alex sniffled but choked out a small laugh at my mom's known distaste for her word choice before turning straight back to crying heartbrokenly. "Sweetie, you know that you're welcome here for as long as you need, right?" My mom invited warmly, causing me to shoot a 'thank you' look her way.
Alex pulled away and wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her hand, clearly embarrassed that we'd witnessed her in a weak moment. "I can't… you don't like me staying over," Alex reminded my mom once she'd regained control of her voice and heavy breathing. "I'll be fine." She added before my mom had a chance to reply.
"I don't like you staying in Mitchie's room and I don't like you sharing a bed but you're more than welcome to stay in the spare room on the camp bed." My mom offered, looking between Alex and I, both with sympathetic smiles. "We all know it will only be temporary, you'll be moving out and into college in a few months." She reminded us softly, taking a seat on the couch. Alex grinned at my mom as we both copied her actions, sitting opposite her whilst Alex's hand instinctively rested on my stomach after her arm wrapped around my waist. Even though she was clearly the one that required comforting, she still liked to reassert her role as the carer rather than the cared for.
"Thank you, Ms. Munroe. I really, really appreciate it. Over the past several months you've become a second mother to me," Alex thanked my mom gratefully as I nuzzled by head into her neck, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
"There's one condition though… Well, a few, but only one that's important right this moment." My mom babbled out quickly, probably earning an eyebrow raise from Alex in response, urging her to continue. "You have to go to school tomorrow and every other day. I know this is a hard time for you and I know that you're struggling but I don't want the way your father is being to interfere with your education. You're a really bright girl when you put your mind to things, Alex. I know you don't get the best grades in your other classes but you're doing okay and in my class you're one of my best students. Don't let this get in the way of that." She instructed firmly, clearly showing that she wasn't willing to compromise on the condition.
"The thought of not going to school never even crossed my mind. Above all else, I need to be there to take care of Mitch, especially now with her condition." Alex said as she started to rub my stomach gently, causing butterflies to erupt there.
"You say that like I'm dying or something, I'm only fifteen weeks pregnant." I told her tiredly, yawning through my words as my eyelids fluttered closed, finally accepting how tired I was.
"You're my pregnant girlfriend; I'm going to take care of you. I don't care if it's three AM and you want pickles, if that's what you want then that's what you'll get." Pickles suddenly sounded amazing.
"Pickles?" I asked with an eyebrow raised lazily. "I could eat some pickles." I told her, not bothering to open my eyes. Alex and my mom both giggled at me before I felt Alex move so she was looking at my face.
"Are you sure you can stay awake long enough to eat some?" She joked whilst poking me in the side, causing me to laugh tiredly and attempt to bat her hand away. I nodded lazily, prompting her to continue, "Sonny, do you have pickles?" She quizzed, pushing me off her slightly so I was just slumped down in the couch.
"I don't think so, Alex." My mom replied. I could feel her watching me and opened my eyes with an eyebrow raised. "The baby's making you tired, you should go to bed."
"I want pickles." I reminded her as if it were obvious.
"I'll go to the store and get some, give me ten minutes." Alex announced, standing up and straightening her plaid shirt and baggy black jeans.
"You don't have to do that, baby." I repositioned myself so I was lying across the couch with my head resting on the armrest whilst my eyes began to flutter closed. "I can live without pickles." I told her through a yawn.
Alex turned around to face me and shook her head, reaching behind me for one of the red couch cushions before lifting my head slightly and slipping it behind to make my position more comfortable. "I'll be back in ten, okay?" She said again, ignoring my previous comment. Before I could argue with her again she placed a tender kiss on my cheek and made a move to vacate the room.
"Oh, Alex," My mom called as she reached the front door. Alex turned around to face my mom, signalling that she had her attention. "Could you pick up some milk please? There's money in the kitchen, don't waste your money on pickles and milk." My mom asked sweetly, sipping softly on her drink. Alex nodded, smiling, but I got a pure look of confusion on my face.
"Mom, no one drinks milk here. I hate it, you can't stand the smell and Alex only has it when there's nothing else." I informed my mom, although I was certain that she knew.
"You need to start drinking a lot of milk; it's really good for the baby. You need a lot of calcium, especially considering that since conception, we all know that baby has only had around two weeks' worth of meals." My mom shot a semi-glare at me, making me feel terrible about my eating habits before I found out that I was pregnant. "Don't argue with me on this one. You're going to have at least a glass per day." She ordered strictly, not leaving any room for me to fight her on the matter.
"Got it, see you guys in a little while." Once again, Alex kissed my cheek before successfully leaving the house.
"You also need to start eating breakfast before you leave for school. You need more sleep and you need to stop doing PE, it's not safe for the baby." Once the front door was closed, my mom suddenly started throwing new rules at me, shocking me. I wasn't expecting so much to change with a pregnancy; I knew I'd have cravings, fatigue and morning sickness but other than that I really hadn't considered anything else.
"Are you going to speak to Ms. Sutton?" I questioned hopefully, although I already had a bad feeling about the answer.
"No, I'm not. You're going to have to tell her why you can't do PE and if she wants my consent to allow you to stop then that's fine. What you tell her about how you got pregnant is up to you but you have to do it; if you're serious about bringing this baby up with Alex then you need to start doing things like that for yourself." She explained gently, being cautious not to upset me.
"Okay," I breathed out as I tried to come up with a suitable way to explain my situation to my gym teacher. I was stressing out so I lay back again to get comfortable and closed my eyes to think of approaches.
"Mitch, baby, wake up," I heard Alex whispering as I felt myself being shaken softly, the slumber that had previously taken over me quickly disappearing and leaving me with an overwhelming feeling of fatigue, as if I hadn't slept for days. "Come on, beautiful, it's dinner time." She informed me when she noticed that my eyes were open before bending down and placing a gentle, lingering kiss on my forehead.
I immediately shot up at the mention of food, feeling incredibly hungry, and basically raced Alex to the kitchen with her chucking behind me. "Oh my god," I moaned in ecstasy as I took in a mouthful of my mom's spaghetti. "Mm, spaghetti-gasm." I mumbled to Alex with my mouth still full, thankful that my mom didn't catch on to what I said.
My mom grinned at my reaction after not having heard my second comment, walking over to the table with two glasses of juice and a glass of milk. I grimaced at the look of the cup, knowing instantly that it was intended for me. "Mom, that's gross!" I complained after swallowing the small mouthful of heaven.
"Sorry, Mitch, you need it." She told me firmly as she placed a glass of juice in front of Alex and the milk in front of me.
"Not with dinner, mom. Can't I have juice now and down the glass of milk after then have juice again to take the taste away?" I asked hopefully as I glared at the runny, white liquid. "Please, mom." I added with a small, innocent smile.
"Mitch, how many times have I told you? You can't pull off the innocent smile any more now that I know what you're like, even more so with the bump hanging over your skirt." She reminded me with a smirk, averting her eyes down to my black pencil skirt and the bump that was finally visible thanks to my now-tight shirt.
"Whatever, can I do that?"
"Sure, do whatever you want but you won't leave this table until you've consumed that milk." My mom said sternly, bringing her eyes back up to meet my own again. I groaned in annoyance but got up to make myself a glass of juice nonetheless, reluctantly leaving my dinner on the table.
"Just pretend it's wine, Mitch." Alex instructed as I rocked the glass slightly to make the milk swirl, turning my nose up in disgust. I shook my head at her silly comment, earning a disapproving look from my mom before pinching my nose tightly and knocking my head back to swallow the milk, chugging it down in one. Dinner was long over and as I fought the daunting task of drinking my most despised drink in the world, something which was apparently going to become a daily challenge for me, I was suddenly wondering why I was even doing this shit.
"About that, Mitchie, you do know that you have to stop drinking and smoking now that you're pregnant, right?" My mom asked unsurely as I frantically poured myself another glass of orange juice to take away the sickly taste of the milk, something which I realised had only appeared to get worse with pregnancy.
"Of course, mom," I rolled my eyes before feeling extremely guilty. "I may have smoked yesterday." I admitted quietly, feeling increasingly ashamed.
"Mitchie!" Both my mom and Alex yelled together, partially in shock, partially in disappointment. "I can't believe you, you know that smoking is no good for pregnancy! Everyone knows that!" My mom continued as Alex looked at me with saddened eyes.
"I know, mom. I'm sorry for being stressed about the fact that I'm pregnant with a rapists fucking baby and accidentally snapping and having my first cigarette in a week. Don't worry, I'll be sure to hang myself by my thumbs for people to throw rocks at the terrible mother, I wouldn't want to cause you the trouble of having to do it." I began to rant sarcastically, suddenly feeling something inside me snapping as I became increasingly angry. "I'm going to my room," I announced as I slammed the refrigerator door shut without bothering to put the juice back and stalked up to my room before giving either of them a chance to apologise.
Once I reached my bedroom I forcefully slammed the door shut in rage and dived straight onto my bed, curling up in a ball. Before I could stop it I literally just began sobbing, shaking and crying hysterically as the thought of how fucked my life had just become played on a continuous loop in my head.
I wasn't entirely sure how long it had been since I started crying but when I head my bedroom door open slowly with a loud creak I knew that I was accompanied by either my mom, Alex, or both. The feeling of the bed dipping and then a warm body pressed against mine set off a light in my brain and I instantly knew it was Alex as her front pressed to my back and her arm wrapped around my waist to hold my stomach.
She began to place gentle butterfly kisses on my cheeks, kissing away my flowing tears, as she rubbed small circles on my abdomen, causing me to wonder how long it would be until it grew to the point of no longer being able to hide it.
At some point she rolled me over so I was lying on my other side, facing her. Our breasts were pressed together through our clothes and the tip of her nose was ever-so-gently brushing my own. No words were spoken for what easily could have been hours as she held me whilst I cried out every emotion that I'd felt for the past three months, alternating between scratching my scalp soothingly and running her hands up and down my sweater-covered arms.
"I'm scared, Lexi." I whispered to her, realising suddenly how broken my voice sounded as I muttered the words that I was too scared to admit to my mom.
"I know, baby, I know. Me too," She admitted quietly before kissing the top of my nose gently.
"You don't have to be scared… You're not tied down to this." I informed her, gesturing to my stomach then looking back up to her face to find her eyes were welling up with tears.
"Don't ever say that again, Mitchie Torres. From the moment I first met you I knew that I wanted you in my life, I just got lucky with how involved you really are. I'm tied down but only because I want to be… I need to be. I love you, Mitch. I can't imagine my life without you. This baby is our baby because one day I'm certain that we'll be a proper family, okay?" She asked rhetorically as I felt my heart swell with love. Her words caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach and although I knew it was way too soon to feel the baby move, I guessed that that might have been what it felt like. "One day we'll have babies together but that won't mean that we'll love this one any less. If you can look past who its father is, so can I. We can both love this baby together and we can both be its mommies… or I can be daddy, if you'd prefer." She joked half-heartedly, earning a small, strangled, half-sob, half-chuckle to escape from my lips.
"I know we're only eighteen but I'm positive we can do this. Together, we can do anything."