Chapter 2
As soon as the doorbell rang a million thoughts rushed through my head. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. Slowly I followed my mom to the door. She opens the door; there they were, the happy family, standing there with smiles on their faces. I wrapped my duster around my stomach. (Yeah like that was really going to hide it.)
"Hey, it's my boy," my mother said practically jumping into his arms.
"Hey, it good to see you," My brother responded in a cheerful voice full of laughs.
The hugging had begun. It seemed like an eternity before my brother made it over my way. I'm sure it was just my nerves. I just wanted to get this over with. Finally he hugged me, but to his surprise there was quite a large belly attached to me. He looked down at it and then looked up at me. His facial expression showed he was confused and at a loss for words.
"Oh, my gosh, Dana, Your pregnant!" Tara exclaimed loudly as she ran over to me and touched my belly. Even though I felt guilty about not telling them, that moment I felt a sense of pride. I smiled at her.
"Aunt Dana, your tummy big," 4-year-old Matthew informed me.
"Yes, it is," He grabbed my hand and I led him to the sofa where we both sat down, "Because I'm going to have a baby."
"Really?" Matthew said in fascination.
"Really," I said in a soft voice. I looked up and saw Tara standing there with a toothy grin. I looked around some more to see Bill and Mom where having a conversation in the foyer. It's looked pretty intense. I knew they were, but yet I still hoped they weren't talking about me. Bill turned and faced my direction.
"Tara, I'm going to go get the bags," He said.
"Okay, I'm coming," She replied and followed her husband out he door. Mom went with them and so did Matthew. He insisted he could "hulp". I stayed inside and went to the kitchen. Luckily, lifting things one of the many things my doctor said I'm not suppose to do. I was glad because I could recollect my thoughts on what I was going to say to Bill. A few minutes later my mother walked into the kitchen. She looked at me for a moment. I avoid eye contact with her. Finally, she turned away and focus her attention on the food. She picked up a platter of macaroni and cheese and walked into the living room. I wanted to cry so badly, but I didn't. Little did I know it would be better to cry then rather then later.