Manny's Lump: Chapter 6
Written By Poser
Manny had entered the unlocked door to her house. Entering the family room, she saw her parents. Her father was reading the newspaper, and her mother was reading a novel. She perked her head up, and looked at the floor as she began to speak.
"Mama," she said meekly. "Papa...I want to tell you something. Something about the baby."
Her parents placed their reading materials in their laps, and perked up their heads. Whenever Manny talked, and it had been about her shocking pregnancy, Manny's parents had been there to listen to what she had to say.
"Shoot, Manuela," her mother had said.
"I have been thinking a long time," Manny had begun. "And I have come to a decision. I want to keep the baby."
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mrs. Santos sighed of relief. She had wanted Manny to come to this decision, after all. She thought about if Manny had chose to put the child up for adoption, and come back in it's life when she was ready, it would be hard for the child. In joy, her mother began to cry. Her father stood up, putting his hand in his pocket and sighing. He ran a free hand down Manny's cheek.
"Well, My Amor," Manny's father had called. "If you are going to keep this baby, we must prepare."
Manny's father had kissed her forehead, and exited the living room, into the dining room, scavenging through catalogs for baby items. Her mother stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes, and smiling. She had her purse around her shoulder and her jacket on.
"Manuela," her mother had said gleefully. "We should get you maternity wear, then."
"Wait, Mama," Manny said, quickly. "Can I bring Emma?"
"Why?" Her mother asked. "She doesn't know yet."
"Well, if I am keeping the baby," Manny had began. "I think it's best she is with me...so she knows."
Her mother nodded as Manny entered the kitchen to use the phone to call Emma. She dialed the number, and held the receiver to her ear, listening to the ringing of the phone. Then the ringing stopped. Emma's home phone was picked up.
"Hello?" Emma had said into the phone.
"Hey, Em," Manny had said. "I was wondering if you want to come to the mall with me."
"Sure," Emma said, seeming relieved to get out of the house. "Of course. I need a break from watching Jack, anyway."
"Okay," Manny said gleefully. "We'll be over in a few minutes."
About a half an hour after they picked up Emma, they reached the mall. They did a bit of window-shopping before they went to the maternity store. When they arrived, Emma seemed a bit confused by the whole maternity store thing, so when they had entered, Manny led Emma behind a rack of clothes to tell her.
"Emma," Manny whispered softly. "I have got to tell you this now, but you have to promise not to freak."
"Okay," Emma had said, a bit confused. "What's going on?"
"Em," Manny whispered, looking down. Then she had focused back at Emma. "I am pregnant...and I'm keeping the baby."
Emma's eyes widened. Much like her mother's tears of joy, Manny began to cry. Emma began to do the same. They hugged each other for a long time, and when the broke, they began to giggle. They were then attached at the hip as they shopped for clothes Manny could wear during her pregnancy.