Life As We Know It
Chapter 9
Unexpected News
(5:00 A.M.)
"Lizzie, you need to wake up," my mother said, gently shaking me from my sleep in the recliner. Miranda was asleep on the couch. I hate to wake her up, but I have to.
"Thanks, Mom. I'll wake Miranda up and then have her call her mother. I'm going to take her to the doctor today. She wants me to unless you don't want me to, then I'll tell her that I can't. Please let me."
"It's okay. She needs a friend. I had to have a friend go to some of the first appointments. I didn't want everything to be awkward with my mother. So yes, you can," she said, as Matt walked in the living room.
As soon as he saw Miranda, his eyes got very large and he ran out of the room. No one knows why he's been acting so strangely the last few days. I think he still has a crush on Miranda. It would explain why he has changed the subject every time we talk about Danny. I know he's jealous. He and Melina were going out, but since he started high school, and everything changed. He had much more stress. I know exactly he was going thru. For me, it was very different at first, but I had Gordo and Miranda. Matt hasn't been the same since Lanny moved away to Georgia. He had to move when his dad got transferred. Melina, I think, broke up with him for an older guy, and he hasn't been quite the same. He's always trying to hang out with us. And he's always having these talks with Gordo. I'm going to have to find out what those are about. I don't want my boyfriend finding out my embarrassing secrets without me telling him. Miranda has also been talking to Matt more. I think he even went to the hospital yesterday with my parents. But Miranda didn't say anything about him coming there. She must not have cared. Shit! I was supposed to wake up Miranda! "Miranda, it's time to wake up. I'll call your mother and tell her that I'm taking you."
"DING! DONG!"
"Never mind! She's here. I know it's her."
"Miranda, it's your mother!"
"I told you. Thanks Mom! You better go see what she wants."
"Hey Mom," Miranda said, as she walked to the door. Her mom handed her a bag and left as suddenly as she came. I guess she knows that I'm taking her to the doctor. I guess that we won't go to church tonight! I figure Miranda will end up staying here again. That doesn't bother me, though. I love Miranda like the sister I never had. She's the closest thing to one that I have. "Miranda, we need to leave in about forty-five minutes if we can. If we do, then we'll be there at about ten after six. I'm going to take a shower in my bathroom and you're welcome to the guest bathroom if you want. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah. We don't have to be there until six twenty-five, since it starts at six thirty," she said, looking at the floor. I'll find out what's wrong with her in the car. We can't talk with my mom running around the place.
"I figured you would want to get something to eat on the way."
"Lizzie, honey, I'm fixing some breakfast if you want it."
"Thanks, mom. We're going to leave in about forty-five minutes so if it's ready by then, then we will. Otherwise, we'll get something on the way. I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay. Don't be late!" she said. I'm going to take a shower. But first I need to figure out what I'm going to wear. I want to look nice, but most of my nice clothes are sexy. I don't want to look sexy going into Miranda's OB-GYN's office, which would be inappropriate. I'll wear my kinda-loose-jeans and a graphic t-shirt. That's a good choice. I hope her mom handed her some clothes. Now her boobs are like bigger than mine, so she'd stretch all my shirts, since they're made to be a little tight. And she looks like she's gained some weight. I'm just not sure if it's baby weight or eating-more-since-I'm-depressed weight. My jeans wouldn't fit her either. I quickly got a shower and got dressed. I hope Miranda is out of the shower. Maybe she didn't get too sick this morning. I'm kinda hungry, so I'm going to go get some breakfast.
"It's about time!" Miranda said, as soon as I got downstairs.
"Did you already take a shower?" I asked her. She wasn't awake when I went upstairs, but that was like thirty minutes ago.
"Yep. I have gotten to where I can take a shower in five minutes. That helps when you are puking your brains up. Your mom made biscuits and homemade chocolate gravy. It's delicious. You better eat some before I eat it all."
"That's fine. I only want one. The biscuit has too many carbs for me. You know I'm on Low-Carb," I said, grabbing a biscuit and drizzling it with chocolate gravy. "I'm going to blow my diet today. I know I shouldn't, but it's been a long week and it's just now Sunday."
"Lizzie, you know you're skinny. You don't need to lose any weight. I don't know what you have going through your mind. You have the perfect figure. You don't need to be on a diet."
"I've gained five pounds in the last three months. That's not acceptable. I've got to lose at least five in case I gain some back. I know that it's unhealthy to lose too much weight, but I've got plenty to go before it's too much. Come on, it's six o'clock. You don't want to be late."
"Ok, mother," she said, half joking. "Bye Mrs. McGuire! Thanks for letting me stay."
"Miranda, you know that you can call me mom. And you can stay anytime that you want. Have fun!"
"That's funny, Mom. I love you bye!"
"Love ya, Mom! I'll call you on the way back."
"I love you two, too. Bye!"
"Come on Miranda, let's get in the car."
"Ok. Let me get my purse."
"I'll be in the car," I said, going to my Beetle and unlocking the doors. I opened her door as she came outside with a bag in each hand.
"I thought you were getting your purse. What's with the bag?" I asked, as I cranked the car and pulled out of the driveway and we headed down the road.
"I just thought that I could take my stuff with me and I could go home tonight."
"Your mom just brought you that bag, so she obviously planned on you staying the night."
"She brought me these clothes. The bag has my clothes from last night in it, and my pajamas are in there too," she said.
"You mean my pajamas, which you left on my couch. And what was that look you had on your face when your mother left? The bag's too full for that one outfit or even two outfits. What's going on? You're upset about something, and that's not good for you or your baby. Please tell me. You know we always talk about everything." "Mom told me that I couldn't come home until who knows when, and that she needed a break from me. She said that I'm screwing up all her plans and she doesn't have time to take care of me. She said that I'm too much of a burden, and that I shouldn't come home until I've got the baby problems under control. You and I both know that they will never be under control. I'll always be emotional until the baby's born, and then I'll have to worry with the baby. So my life is going to be out of control until the baby is out of college and married. So I'm not wanted by my own mother," she said, crying again. When I see her cry, it makes me want to cry. I've got to keep up a strong shield in front of her. I leaned over and hugged her, as I came to a red stop light. The light turned green and we headed down the road. We got to the doctor's office and I dropped her off at the door.
"Miranda, I'll park the car and then I'll meet you in the waiting room."
"Ok, Mother. Your baby can walk without holding your hand."
"Shut up smart ass. I was just being courteous. I thought I'd give you a break. Sorry, next time you can walk," I said, as I drove off to park the car. I quickly parked, locked the doors, and walked into the waiting room. Miranda was reading a parenting magazine.
"I guess you'll have to subscribe to a whole new kind of magazine," I said, pointing to the Child magazine in her hand.
"I guess so. That should be entertaining. Instead of looking at hot guys I'll be looking at how-to's," she said, not even laughing.
A nurse in scrubs opened the door to the doctor and said, "Sanchez, Miranda. The doctor will now see you. Follow me, please." Miranda and I got up and followed her into a very small room. It was the size of a small bedroom. There was a desk, two chairs, and the usual bed that any doctor's office has.
"The doctor will be with you in a moment. She's seeing a patient right now, but she's finishing up with her."
"Miranda, are you nervous?" I asked, turning to her. She'd quit crying but she wasn't smiling. Her whole issue with her ass-hole-of-a-mother is really bothering her. She has had to put her future on hold and is starting someone else's. Her mother has pretty much kicked her out of her house, but I don't think that it's actually clicked with Miranda. She thinks that her mom is just angry with her and that it will pass. It's not like that at all. I've got to talk to Miranda; and not just make her start crying and then we halt the conversation. That always happens. She's so emotional that she can't handle anything stressful. That situation is nothing but stressful. I just hope that she can let it 'click' before it gets too overwhelming.
"Good morning, Ms. Sanchez. Have you had any problems this week?"
"Well, I've been extremely moody and emotional, and I've had the usual, annoying morning sickness."
"Are you ready to find out when the baby was conceived?"
"Do you know already?"
"Yes. I knew at your last appointment, but I didn't want to tell you then, so I could be sure that it was right. Okay, your baby was conceived...." She said, as Miranda held her breath. "May 26th. I believe that was a Friday?" She said, as she looked at her calendar,
"Yes, it was a Friday. Do you remember having sex on that day, or do you think that it might be wrong? Every once–in-a-while, we make a mistake, so correct me if I'm wrong."
"I remember having sex then, so no, I don't think that was wrong. Lizzie, it's the time of the appointment that you go to the waiting room. Trust me; I don't even want to be in here. I should be done in like fifteen minutes."
"Ok. Have fun!"
"Ha Ha," she said, as I headed out the door. I headed back to the waiting room. "There are no magazines except these fuckin' child magazines!" I said a little bit too loudly. Several women looked up from their magazines and gave me a 'watch your mouth, you slut!' I bet they think I'm pregnant. That isn't a surprise. I did go into the doctor's office, but I don't think that any of them saw me go back with Miranda. Oh good! She's done! She went to the receptionist's desk and talked to her and then she came back to me.
"Miranda, I need to ask you something," I asked, as she and I walked out the door.
"Yeah, we need to talk. You go first."
"Umm, if I'm not mistaken, you were at my house on the 26th. Did you sneak out? 'Cuz if you did, then you're one brave chick. I wish I could get away with sneaking out of my house."
"I didn't sneak out of your house."
"Did you do it before you got to my house?"
"No."
"Then how the hell did you fuck in my house without getting caught? I really want to know how you did it. And where did you do it?"
"Well, I think I need to tell you something that only he and I know."
"That doesn't sound good. Okay, tell me."
"Lizzie, I'm pregnant by your brother," she said, as I slammed on the brakes.
"Shit! No fucking way! Hell no! Why the hell would you let my brother fuck you?"
"Lizzie! Don't slam on the brakes. Calm your ass down. Okay, if you promise not to go all fucking crazy, I'll tell you the story."
"I'll try, but that's the damn most outrageous thing I've heard since I found out you were pregnant. I'm sorry, but that's just messed up. You better tell me the damn story before I have a panic attack. And it better be before I get to the house. I don't think Mama could tolerate that right now."
"Okay. When I came to your house, well, you know that Danny and I had gotten into a fight. You also know that I came over crying. You told me to go take a shower and calm down. Your brother stopped me on the way up the stairs, and took me into his room so I could tell him what was wrong with me. I told him everything, and then I started crying. He consoled me, and then we leaned in to kiss each other. Before I knew what was happening, we were making out. And then we started taking each other's clothes off. We made love and then I took an extremely quick shower and came downstairs to you two. That was when you and Gordo were in the 'making out' stage of your relationship, so you didn't notice or say anything. I told you that I fell asleep in the shower, and because I wanted to avoid any questions, I pretended to sleep on your couch. By the time you woke up, you had forgotten. It was the best time I'd ever had. We didn't have sex; we made love, which really was good for me."
"Aren't having sex and making love about the same thing?"
"Sex is just fulfilling desires and making love is deeper. It makes you feel like you're loved and sex just gives you an orgasm or two. There is a difference. The more you do it, the more you can figure it out. Believe me; you'll know what you want and which feels better."
"Then Gordo and I'll have to experiment. The way you talk about it, it's the best thing in the world."
"It is until you get pregnant. Then it's the biggest nightmare you'll ever have."
"You know, the reason Gordo and I were making out was because we heard the mattress squeaking upstairs. We figured it was Matt and whoever he was dating at that time, and it was making us horny. You have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me when Gordo gets a boner, which is exactly what happened. He got a hard-on, and I was also kind of horny. I had to do something, so I stuck my tongue down his throat. That was all it took. He moaned and I had to stop myself from laughing. I don't know why it was so funny, but it was to me. I guess it was because he was so un-sexual that his sex noise surprised me. Gordo is, well was, a bit of a prude at that time, but that night made me think of him in a different light. It made me think of the possibility of doing more than kissing. But we never got in a scenario where we were comfortable enough. It was hard enough to make out without being caught. There was never any way that we could do any more."
"Wow. I never knew that you were capable of thinking that deeply."
"Fuck you, Miranda!"
"You know whose job that is."
"I thought it was Danny's, but now it seems like it's my brother's, which is really wrong. I always wished you could be my sister, but now you're like my sister thru sex and a baby. I'm really going to be an Aunt Lizzie. Somehow I'm not as happy about it as I was when I found out you were pregnant. I wouldn't have ever dreamed that it was you Matt was fucking when we heard ya'll. That's why he got so upset when I asked him if he had a good night."
"That would be one reason. Do you think that he has any idea about me being pregnant by him?"
"He probably is suspicious. I mean, if your boyfriend had sex with someone ad she ended up pregnant, then wouldn't you think that it was him that knocked her up. You wouldn't even consider that there was possibly someone else that she had sex with. I know my brother, and he's not been quite right since you got pregnant. He gets the big eye and walks out as soon as he sees you."
"I'm just afraid of how he'll take it. Danny tried to kill himself, and he turned out not to be the father. I just don't want Matt to fuck up everything more than it already is. Nothing will ever be the same, but that doesn't mean it needs any help changing."
"You need to tell Matt, you know. He's already weird enough, and I'm sure he wants you to quit prolonging the agony. He'll be happy to find out that he's the father, but expect some words that Matt probably has never said will come out of his mouth. Then he'll eventually tell my mom and she'll start crying, so if you want me to tell Matt, then I will. I don't think your super-sensitive emotions can handle all the shit that comes with telling news of that magnitude. I figure that there's no way that you can escape the wrath of my mom, but in your case, the farther away from her you get, the better. I know her and I know she doesn't wait very long to unleash. The most time she's ever taken before her huge outburst was about ten minutes. Even if she finds out something while I'm at school, she sends me a text message and yells at me. Then she calls me at the closest free period or break I have and finishes yelling at me. You know all those times that she called and I had to leave the room. I told you it was because I needed to talk to her about private things, but really it was because I had to go in an open area so no one would be able to hear our fight."
"You make your mom sound like a bitch."
"She can when she wants to be, and she often wants to be, so she is a bitch, most of the time. She over reacts to every fucking' thing that happens. We should talk about this in my room," I said, as we pulled into my driveway and I grabbed Miranda's bag on the way in the house.
"You know you don't have to do that, don't you? I mean, it's just like two outfits. I am capable of carrying my own clothes."
"I know, but my mother raised me with manners, so I always treat my guests like royalty."
"Well, the bitch can do something good."
"Miranda, shut up! She's probably listening to every word we say," I said, and I slowly opened the door, looking inside to see if my mother was spying on us. She wasn't, to my surprise, and we climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. I put her bag on the floor and closed and locked the door.
NO ONE'S POV
Little did they know that she was outside in the hall. She heard them come in and was going to ask about how the doctor's visit went. She stopped when she heard them talking.
"The woman can do several things well. How else would I and your lover boy be here?"
"Uhh! I didn't want images of your parents fuckin' stuck in my head. Now I'll have to boil my brains out."
"Sorry. I have to stand up for my mother sometimes. She is nice when she wants to be. She cares for me, and just wants the best for me. There is probably a reason behind the madness; I just haven't found it yet."
"Do you think she'll disown me when she finds out that I'm pregnant by Matt? I mean, she's a mom to me, and she even wants me to call her Mom," was the last thing she heard, as she slowly walked to her room and collapsed, crying on her bed.
LIZZIE'S POV
"From what you've said, she's like schizophrenic or something. When I'm around her, she's like the perfect mother, but the way you make her sound, she's like the devil in the form of a woman. There's no indication that she's mean when we talk. I mean, sure she yells, but I never pictured her to be the one that blows up at every little thing."
"Well, she does. And when you or I tell her and Matt, she'll blow up worse than a nuclear bomb. Do you want me to tell them for you?"
"I don't know. As long as you're with me when I tell Matt, then I'll be fine. I need to tell him, but I can't do it alone. I don't think we'll have to tell your mother. Whatever his reaction is, I'm sure she'll know within an hour."
"Yeah, she has super good hearing. I bet that if he has any huge reaction, then she'll hear him. You know that if he shouts then she'll hear him."
"Yeah, he'll probably put together an impressive string of curse words. But he learns from the best, being that you're his sister."
"Very damn funny. NOT!"
"See what I mean? You don't even know when you're cussing. You just do. Unless you do it and mean to."
"I just say what I think. You know how outspoken I am. I am just like my cousin Alex. When we get together, then no one can be around us. We're so 'mean', as my mother puts it. We have to try hard not to cuss around our parents. Once she did slip, and it was like all hell broke loose. Her mother made her stay in my room all day, which was where she slept. She's like a wilder me. She snuck I don't know how many guys into my room. She told me that she had sex with some of them on my bed. I can never tell when she's lying or not. For my sake I hope she didn't. Just thinking about it makes me grossed out."
"Uhh! That means she had sex on your bed before you did. That's wrong on all levels."
"Yeah, but my brother lost his virginity before me, so nothing really surprises me anymore. Did you know that Veruca lost her virginity before me? Well she did. She lost it to none other than 'The Tudge'."
"No shit! That's fuckin' demented! I thought she was 'Virgin Veruca'?! She and I have talked before. Just about a week before school got out she told me that she was planning on staying away from having sex for a while. She said that she didn't want to 'get caught up in that crowd' whatever the hell that means. When did she lose her virginity?"
"Well, Larry was telling everyone about them having sex a week and a half before school got out. But that was the week Kate told everyone she was pregnant, so it wasn't like anyone remembered it. I was so surprised that Kate was pregnant that I couldn't think about Veruca."
"How long was it between when Larry and Kate fucked and when Larry and Veruca fucked?"
"I actually think that Veruca got pissed about Larry and Kate and that she only had sex with Larry so he wouldn't break up with her. You know he was getting tired of her. I mean, he was so desperate that he paid Kate for her 'services'. She was bound to have seen a breakup coming, or she wouldn't have had sex with him. I know that if I was her, I would only have sex for that reason. I wouldn't ever have sex with Tudge. He's probably little. I mean he wears a size, what, five? I mean, that's like microscopic. Gordo wears a size twelve, and well, it still surprised me."
"So was his dick big?"
"That's what I mean by it surprised me. It was a lot larger than I thought it was."
"Your brother's is really big too. You'd be proud of him. And he knows what to do with it."
"That's just a little on the yuck side. Next you'll be telling me what his cum tasted like, which I really wouldn't be able to handle. So please spare me those details."
"If I have to! But if it wasn't your brother, you'd be begging for details. I know you want to. And you know that I want details."
"What kind? As in what positions, or foreplay, or what?"
"Everything. I want to know everything from what you said to what he did."
"Okay. Here's all I remember: We started talking and I told him that if he wanted to do it now, then I was willing. I told him it wouldn't change our relationship, and I made sure that he understood that. Then I asked him if he wanted to do it then and I unbuttoned my low-cut midriff pink blouse to where he could see my matching pink bra under it. Then he got a boner. He asked if I was sure and I told him 'I haven't been more sure about anything in a long time,' and took off my denim skirt and stood there in my matching pink lacy thong and bra. I went over to him and took off his shirt. I laid him on the couch and started placing kisses on his face, neck, and chest. Then I pulled off his jeans, revealing a pair of silky- blue boxers that said 'What took you so long?' I said, "I wasn't ready," and as if he was reading my mind he said, "Are you sure you are now?" I just pulled down his boxers in response to his question and started brushing against his penis, feeling it's hardness against me. He started rubbing his fingers around on me and I laid him on his back on the couch and got on top of him in a 69 position. I started sucking on his dick and he started running his fingers in and out of me. He reached into his bag beside the couch and pulled out a condom. With that, I sat up and positioned myself right above his dick, with my hands rubbing it and my legs spread as wide as they would go. He handed me the condom and I put it on his dick as quickly as I could. I grabbed his hands and he helped me position him in me. Once he was in, I moaned and grabbed his sides. I had two orgasms. We fucked until he pulled out of me and I lay on top of him. We woke up two hours later at 9:00 when the phone rang, and it was my mom. She got pissed and I had to come home. It really sucked. I don't know what the big deal she made was about. She said she 'had a feeling we were having sex,' so she decided to come and get me. I had to come home at ten. I just don't know why the hell she was so worried."
"Wow. I wanted details, but that was a play-by-play. For your first time, I'm proud of you. I'd have never thought that you would be so advanced. We didn't even try a 69 until about our fifth time. I'm glad you had fun. And two orgasms! I've only had two, and that was your first time! Good job!"
"Thanks. I really did have fun. But you really need to go talk to Matt. The longer you wait, the harder it is to tell him. It'll already be hard enough. Why prolong the inevitable? I'll go in there with you if you want me to. I don't mind. But if you two go into details about the conception, then I'll not stay in there any longer. Just warn me beforehand."
"Okay. I'll try not to go into details. I owe you that much. Here goes the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"I've got your back," I said, as we knocked on Matt's door. We heard his footsteps and he opened the door.
NO ONE'S POV
"What do you want Lizzie?" he asked, right before he saw Miranda, who looked scared out of her wits. "Hey, Miranda, what's wrong?"
"We need to talk," she said quietly.
"Nothing good can ever come from those words. Come in," he said, as he opened the door and motioned for us to come in. He sat on his bed beside Miranda, and Lizzie sat in a chair beside the computer desk.
Miranda cleared her throat and tried to speak, but was having trouble finding the words. Lizzie's mom stood out in hall, listening. She had finally quit crying. It was a huge shock to her to think she would be a grandmother, but she finally admitted to herself that she had wanted to be one since her children had become teenagers.
"Matt, I just got back from the doctor's office, and I need to tell you something. I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but I have to tell you. She gave me all these new rules that I have to obey, and she told me when the baby is due. It's due on February 26th. Isn't that great! She also told me when it was conceived, and that's what I want to tell you."
"Danny will like that. It might be born on Valentines' Day. And that's your favorite holiday, and that would make it better. Congratulations. So that would make it conceived on..."
"May 26th. Does that date ring a bell?"
"That would be a Friday. Not really. Should it?"
"Yes. Let's consult your calendar. Where is it?"
"On my computer desk. Let me get it," he said, grabbing it and turning back to May. When he found the 26th, his eyes got as big as saucers. He dropped it, sat on his bed, and wept, not quite what they were expecting. Miranda didn't say a word. She just hugged him and let him cry. A few minutes later, Miranda started crying. Lizzie hugged them both and walked out. She almost knocked her mom down when she opened the door.
"Mom, What the crap are you doing out here?" she whispered, silently praying that her mother hadn't heard hers and Miranda's complete conversation, just the beginning. If she heard it, then she would know that Lizzie lost her virginity, and she would get more details than she ever needed. She would also know Miranda was pregnant by Matt. Those were probably the two things she never wanted her mother to hear.
"Lizzie, we need to talk," she whispered back, as she motioned Lizzie into her and Sam's bedroom. Lizzie just knew her mother knew. 'I'm dead', she thought.
(5:00 A.M.)
"Lizzie, you need to wake up," my mother said, gently shaking me from my sleep in the recliner. Miranda was asleep on the couch. I hate to wake her up, but I have to.
"Thanks, Mom. I'll wake Miranda up and then have her call her mother. I'm going to take her to the doctor today. She wants me to unless you don't want me to, then I'll tell her that I can't. Please let me."
"It's okay. She needs a friend. I had to have a friend go to some of the first appointments. I didn't want everything to be awkward with my mother. So yes, you can," she said, as Matt walked in the living room.
As soon as he saw Miranda, his eyes got very large and he ran out of the room. No one knows why he's been acting so strangely the last few days. I think he still has a crush on Miranda. It would explain why he has changed the subject every time we talk about Danny. I know he's jealous. He and Melina were going out, but since he started high school, and everything changed. He had much more stress. I know exactly he was going thru. For me, it was very different at first, but I had Gordo and Miranda. Matt hasn't been the same since Lanny moved away to Georgia. He had to move when his dad got transferred. Melina, I think, broke up with him for an older guy, and he hasn't been quite the same. He's always trying to hang out with us. And he's always having these talks with Gordo. I'm going to have to find out what those are about. I don't want my boyfriend finding out my embarrassing secrets without me telling him. Miranda has also been talking to Matt more. I think he even went to the hospital yesterday with my parents. But Miranda didn't say anything about him coming there. She must not have cared. Shit! I was supposed to wake up Miranda! "Miranda, it's time to wake up. I'll call your mother and tell her that I'm taking you."
"DING! DONG!"
"Never mind! She's here. I know it's her."
"Miranda, it's your mother!"
"I told you. Thanks Mom! You better go see what she wants."
"Hey Mom," Miranda said, as she walked to the door. Her mom handed her a bag and left as suddenly as she came. I guess she knows that I'm taking her to the doctor. I guess that we won't go to church tonight! I figure Miranda will end up staying here again. That doesn't bother me, though. I love Miranda like the sister I never had. She's the closest thing to one that I have. "Miranda, we need to leave in about forty-five minutes if we can. If we do, then we'll be there at about ten after six. I'm going to take a shower in my bathroom and you're welcome to the guest bathroom if you want. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah. We don't have to be there until six twenty-five, since it starts at six thirty," she said, looking at the floor. I'll find out what's wrong with her in the car. We can't talk with my mom running around the place.
"I figured you would want to get something to eat on the way."
"Lizzie, honey, I'm fixing some breakfast if you want it."
"Thanks, mom. We're going to leave in about forty-five minutes so if it's ready by then, then we will. Otherwise, we'll get something on the way. I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay. Don't be late!" she said. I'm going to take a shower. But first I need to figure out what I'm going to wear. I want to look nice, but most of my nice clothes are sexy. I don't want to look sexy going into Miranda's OB-GYN's office, which would be inappropriate. I'll wear my kinda-loose-jeans and a graphic t-shirt. That's a good choice. I hope her mom handed her some clothes. Now her boobs are like bigger than mine, so she'd stretch all my shirts, since they're made to be a little tight. And she looks like she's gained some weight. I'm just not sure if it's baby weight or eating-more-since-I'm-depressed weight. My jeans wouldn't fit her either. I quickly got a shower and got dressed. I hope Miranda is out of the shower. Maybe she didn't get too sick this morning. I'm kinda hungry, so I'm going to go get some breakfast.
"It's about time!" Miranda said, as soon as I got downstairs.
"Did you already take a shower?" I asked her. She wasn't awake when I went upstairs, but that was like thirty minutes ago.
"Yep. I have gotten to where I can take a shower in five minutes. That helps when you are puking your brains up. Your mom made biscuits and homemade chocolate gravy. It's delicious. You better eat some before I eat it all."
"That's fine. I only want one. The biscuit has too many carbs for me. You know I'm on Low-Carb," I said, grabbing a biscuit and drizzling it with chocolate gravy. "I'm going to blow my diet today. I know I shouldn't, but it's been a long week and it's just now Sunday."
"Lizzie, you know you're skinny. You don't need to lose any weight. I don't know what you have going through your mind. You have the perfect figure. You don't need to be on a diet."
"I've gained five pounds in the last three months. That's not acceptable. I've got to lose at least five in case I gain some back. I know that it's unhealthy to lose too much weight, but I've got plenty to go before it's too much. Come on, it's six o'clock. You don't want to be late."
"Ok, mother," she said, half joking. "Bye Mrs. McGuire! Thanks for letting me stay."
"Miranda, you know that you can call me mom. And you can stay anytime that you want. Have fun!"
"That's funny, Mom. I love you bye!"
"Love ya, Mom! I'll call you on the way back."
"I love you two, too. Bye!"
"Come on Miranda, let's get in the car."
"Ok. Let me get my purse."
"I'll be in the car," I said, going to my Beetle and unlocking the doors. I opened her door as she came outside with a bag in each hand.
"I thought you were getting your purse. What's with the bag?" I asked, as I cranked the car and pulled out of the driveway and we headed down the road.
"I just thought that I could take my stuff with me and I could go home tonight."
"Your mom just brought you that bag, so she obviously planned on you staying the night."
"She brought me these clothes. The bag has my clothes from last night in it, and my pajamas are in there too," she said.
"You mean my pajamas, which you left on my couch. And what was that look you had on your face when your mother left? The bag's too full for that one outfit or even two outfits. What's going on? You're upset about something, and that's not good for you or your baby. Please tell me. You know we always talk about everything." "Mom told me that I couldn't come home until who knows when, and that she needed a break from me. She said that I'm screwing up all her plans and she doesn't have time to take care of me. She said that I'm too much of a burden, and that I shouldn't come home until I've got the baby problems under control. You and I both know that they will never be under control. I'll always be emotional until the baby's born, and then I'll have to worry with the baby. So my life is going to be out of control until the baby is out of college and married. So I'm not wanted by my own mother," she said, crying again. When I see her cry, it makes me want to cry. I've got to keep up a strong shield in front of her. I leaned over and hugged her, as I came to a red stop light. The light turned green and we headed down the road. We got to the doctor's office and I dropped her off at the door.
"Miranda, I'll park the car and then I'll meet you in the waiting room."
"Ok, Mother. Your baby can walk without holding your hand."
"Shut up smart ass. I was just being courteous. I thought I'd give you a break. Sorry, next time you can walk," I said, as I drove off to park the car. I quickly parked, locked the doors, and walked into the waiting room. Miranda was reading a parenting magazine.
"I guess you'll have to subscribe to a whole new kind of magazine," I said, pointing to the Child magazine in her hand.
"I guess so. That should be entertaining. Instead of looking at hot guys I'll be looking at how-to's," she said, not even laughing.
A nurse in scrubs opened the door to the doctor and said, "Sanchez, Miranda. The doctor will now see you. Follow me, please." Miranda and I got up and followed her into a very small room. It was the size of a small bedroom. There was a desk, two chairs, and the usual bed that any doctor's office has.
"The doctor will be with you in a moment. She's seeing a patient right now, but she's finishing up with her."
"Miranda, are you nervous?" I asked, turning to her. She'd quit crying but she wasn't smiling. Her whole issue with her ass-hole-of-a-mother is really bothering her. She has had to put her future on hold and is starting someone else's. Her mother has pretty much kicked her out of her house, but I don't think that it's actually clicked with Miranda. She thinks that her mom is just angry with her and that it will pass. It's not like that at all. I've got to talk to Miranda; and not just make her start crying and then we halt the conversation. That always happens. She's so emotional that she can't handle anything stressful. That situation is nothing but stressful. I just hope that she can let it 'click' before it gets too overwhelming.
"Good morning, Ms. Sanchez. Have you had any problems this week?"
"Well, I've been extremely moody and emotional, and I've had the usual, annoying morning sickness."
"Are you ready to find out when the baby was conceived?"
"Do you know already?"
"Yes. I knew at your last appointment, but I didn't want to tell you then, so I could be sure that it was right. Okay, your baby was conceived...." She said, as Miranda held her breath. "May 26th. I believe that was a Friday?" She said, as she looked at her calendar,
"Yes, it was a Friday. Do you remember having sex on that day, or do you think that it might be wrong? Every once–in-a-while, we make a mistake, so correct me if I'm wrong."
"I remember having sex then, so no, I don't think that was wrong. Lizzie, it's the time of the appointment that you go to the waiting room. Trust me; I don't even want to be in here. I should be done in like fifteen minutes."
"Ok. Have fun!"
"Ha Ha," she said, as I headed out the door. I headed back to the waiting room. "There are no magazines except these fuckin' child magazines!" I said a little bit too loudly. Several women looked up from their magazines and gave me a 'watch your mouth, you slut!' I bet they think I'm pregnant. That isn't a surprise. I did go into the doctor's office, but I don't think that any of them saw me go back with Miranda. Oh good! She's done! She went to the receptionist's desk and talked to her and then she came back to me.
"Miranda, I need to ask you something," I asked, as she and I walked out the door.
"Yeah, we need to talk. You go first."
"Umm, if I'm not mistaken, you were at my house on the 26th. Did you sneak out? 'Cuz if you did, then you're one brave chick. I wish I could get away with sneaking out of my house."
"I didn't sneak out of your house."
"Did you do it before you got to my house?"
"No."
"Then how the hell did you fuck in my house without getting caught? I really want to know how you did it. And where did you do it?"
"Well, I think I need to tell you something that only he and I know."
"That doesn't sound good. Okay, tell me."
"Lizzie, I'm pregnant by your brother," she said, as I slammed on the brakes.
"Shit! No fucking way! Hell no! Why the hell would you let my brother fuck you?"
"Lizzie! Don't slam on the brakes. Calm your ass down. Okay, if you promise not to go all fucking crazy, I'll tell you the story."
"I'll try, but that's the damn most outrageous thing I've heard since I found out you were pregnant. I'm sorry, but that's just messed up. You better tell me the damn story before I have a panic attack. And it better be before I get to the house. I don't think Mama could tolerate that right now."
"Okay. When I came to your house, well, you know that Danny and I had gotten into a fight. You also know that I came over crying. You told me to go take a shower and calm down. Your brother stopped me on the way up the stairs, and took me into his room so I could tell him what was wrong with me. I told him everything, and then I started crying. He consoled me, and then we leaned in to kiss each other. Before I knew what was happening, we were making out. And then we started taking each other's clothes off. We made love and then I took an extremely quick shower and came downstairs to you two. That was when you and Gordo were in the 'making out' stage of your relationship, so you didn't notice or say anything. I told you that I fell asleep in the shower, and because I wanted to avoid any questions, I pretended to sleep on your couch. By the time you woke up, you had forgotten. It was the best time I'd ever had. We didn't have sex; we made love, which really was good for me."
"Aren't having sex and making love about the same thing?"
"Sex is just fulfilling desires and making love is deeper. It makes you feel like you're loved and sex just gives you an orgasm or two. There is a difference. The more you do it, the more you can figure it out. Believe me; you'll know what you want and which feels better."
"Then Gordo and I'll have to experiment. The way you talk about it, it's the best thing in the world."
"It is until you get pregnant. Then it's the biggest nightmare you'll ever have."
"You know, the reason Gordo and I were making out was because we heard the mattress squeaking upstairs. We figured it was Matt and whoever he was dating at that time, and it was making us horny. You have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me when Gordo gets a boner, which is exactly what happened. He got a hard-on, and I was also kind of horny. I had to do something, so I stuck my tongue down his throat. That was all it took. He moaned and I had to stop myself from laughing. I don't know why it was so funny, but it was to me. I guess it was because he was so un-sexual that his sex noise surprised me. Gordo is, well was, a bit of a prude at that time, but that night made me think of him in a different light. It made me think of the possibility of doing more than kissing. But we never got in a scenario where we were comfortable enough. It was hard enough to make out without being caught. There was never any way that we could do any more."
"Wow. I never knew that you were capable of thinking that deeply."
"Fuck you, Miranda!"
"You know whose job that is."
"I thought it was Danny's, but now it seems like it's my brother's, which is really wrong. I always wished you could be my sister, but now you're like my sister thru sex and a baby. I'm really going to be an Aunt Lizzie. Somehow I'm not as happy about it as I was when I found out you were pregnant. I wouldn't have ever dreamed that it was you Matt was fucking when we heard ya'll. That's why he got so upset when I asked him if he had a good night."
"That would be one reason. Do you think that he has any idea about me being pregnant by him?"
"He probably is suspicious. I mean, if your boyfriend had sex with someone ad she ended up pregnant, then wouldn't you think that it was him that knocked her up. You wouldn't even consider that there was possibly someone else that she had sex with. I know my brother, and he's not been quite right since you got pregnant. He gets the big eye and walks out as soon as he sees you."
"I'm just afraid of how he'll take it. Danny tried to kill himself, and he turned out not to be the father. I just don't want Matt to fuck up everything more than it already is. Nothing will ever be the same, but that doesn't mean it needs any help changing."
"You need to tell Matt, you know. He's already weird enough, and I'm sure he wants you to quit prolonging the agony. He'll be happy to find out that he's the father, but expect some words that Matt probably has never said will come out of his mouth. Then he'll eventually tell my mom and she'll start crying, so if you want me to tell Matt, then I will. I don't think your super-sensitive emotions can handle all the shit that comes with telling news of that magnitude. I figure that there's no way that you can escape the wrath of my mom, but in your case, the farther away from her you get, the better. I know her and I know she doesn't wait very long to unleash. The most time she's ever taken before her huge outburst was about ten minutes. Even if she finds out something while I'm at school, she sends me a text message and yells at me. Then she calls me at the closest free period or break I have and finishes yelling at me. You know all those times that she called and I had to leave the room. I told you it was because I needed to talk to her about private things, but really it was because I had to go in an open area so no one would be able to hear our fight."
"You make your mom sound like a bitch."
"She can when she wants to be, and she often wants to be, so she is a bitch, most of the time. She over reacts to every fucking' thing that happens. We should talk about this in my room," I said, as we pulled into my driveway and I grabbed Miranda's bag on the way in the house.
"You know you don't have to do that, don't you? I mean, it's just like two outfits. I am capable of carrying my own clothes."
"I know, but my mother raised me with manners, so I always treat my guests like royalty."
"Well, the bitch can do something good."
"Miranda, shut up! She's probably listening to every word we say," I said, and I slowly opened the door, looking inside to see if my mother was spying on us. She wasn't, to my surprise, and we climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. I put her bag on the floor and closed and locked the door.
NO ONE'S POV
Little did they know that she was outside in the hall. She heard them come in and was going to ask about how the doctor's visit went. She stopped when she heard them talking.
"The woman can do several things well. How else would I and your lover boy be here?"
"Uhh! I didn't want images of your parents fuckin' stuck in my head. Now I'll have to boil my brains out."
"Sorry. I have to stand up for my mother sometimes. She is nice when she wants to be. She cares for me, and just wants the best for me. There is probably a reason behind the madness; I just haven't found it yet."
"Do you think she'll disown me when she finds out that I'm pregnant by Matt? I mean, she's a mom to me, and she even wants me to call her Mom," was the last thing she heard, as she slowly walked to her room and collapsed, crying on her bed.
LIZZIE'S POV
"From what you've said, she's like schizophrenic or something. When I'm around her, she's like the perfect mother, but the way you make her sound, she's like the devil in the form of a woman. There's no indication that she's mean when we talk. I mean, sure she yells, but I never pictured her to be the one that blows up at every little thing."
"Well, she does. And when you or I tell her and Matt, she'll blow up worse than a nuclear bomb. Do you want me to tell them for you?"
"I don't know. As long as you're with me when I tell Matt, then I'll be fine. I need to tell him, but I can't do it alone. I don't think we'll have to tell your mother. Whatever his reaction is, I'm sure she'll know within an hour."
"Yeah, she has super good hearing. I bet that if he has any huge reaction, then she'll hear him. You know that if he shouts then she'll hear him."
"Yeah, he'll probably put together an impressive string of curse words. But he learns from the best, being that you're his sister."
"Very damn funny. NOT!"
"See what I mean? You don't even know when you're cussing. You just do. Unless you do it and mean to."
"I just say what I think. You know how outspoken I am. I am just like my cousin Alex. When we get together, then no one can be around us. We're so 'mean', as my mother puts it. We have to try hard not to cuss around our parents. Once she did slip, and it was like all hell broke loose. Her mother made her stay in my room all day, which was where she slept. She's like a wilder me. She snuck I don't know how many guys into my room. She told me that she had sex with some of them on my bed. I can never tell when she's lying or not. For my sake I hope she didn't. Just thinking about it makes me grossed out."
"Uhh! That means she had sex on your bed before you did. That's wrong on all levels."
"Yeah, but my brother lost his virginity before me, so nothing really surprises me anymore. Did you know that Veruca lost her virginity before me? Well she did. She lost it to none other than 'The Tudge'."
"No shit! That's fuckin' demented! I thought she was 'Virgin Veruca'?! She and I have talked before. Just about a week before school got out she told me that she was planning on staying away from having sex for a while. She said that she didn't want to 'get caught up in that crowd' whatever the hell that means. When did she lose her virginity?"
"Well, Larry was telling everyone about them having sex a week and a half before school got out. But that was the week Kate told everyone she was pregnant, so it wasn't like anyone remembered it. I was so surprised that Kate was pregnant that I couldn't think about Veruca."
"How long was it between when Larry and Kate fucked and when Larry and Veruca fucked?"
"I actually think that Veruca got pissed about Larry and Kate and that she only had sex with Larry so he wouldn't break up with her. You know he was getting tired of her. I mean, he was so desperate that he paid Kate for her 'services'. She was bound to have seen a breakup coming, or she wouldn't have had sex with him. I know that if I was her, I would only have sex for that reason. I wouldn't ever have sex with Tudge. He's probably little. I mean he wears a size, what, five? I mean, that's like microscopic. Gordo wears a size twelve, and well, it still surprised me."
"So was his dick big?"
"That's what I mean by it surprised me. It was a lot larger than I thought it was."
"Your brother's is really big too. You'd be proud of him. And he knows what to do with it."
"That's just a little on the yuck side. Next you'll be telling me what his cum tasted like, which I really wouldn't be able to handle. So please spare me those details."
"If I have to! But if it wasn't your brother, you'd be begging for details. I know you want to. And you know that I want details."
"What kind? As in what positions, or foreplay, or what?"
"Everything. I want to know everything from what you said to what he did."
"Okay. Here's all I remember: We started talking and I told him that if he wanted to do it now, then I was willing. I told him it wouldn't change our relationship, and I made sure that he understood that. Then I asked him if he wanted to do it then and I unbuttoned my low-cut midriff pink blouse to where he could see my matching pink bra under it. Then he got a boner. He asked if I was sure and I told him 'I haven't been more sure about anything in a long time,' and took off my denim skirt and stood there in my matching pink lacy thong and bra. I went over to him and took off his shirt. I laid him on the couch and started placing kisses on his face, neck, and chest. Then I pulled off his jeans, revealing a pair of silky- blue boxers that said 'What took you so long?' I said, "I wasn't ready," and as if he was reading my mind he said, "Are you sure you are now?" I just pulled down his boxers in response to his question and started brushing against his penis, feeling it's hardness against me. He started rubbing his fingers around on me and I laid him on his back on the couch and got on top of him in a 69 position. I started sucking on his dick and he started running his fingers in and out of me. He reached into his bag beside the couch and pulled out a condom. With that, I sat up and positioned myself right above his dick, with my hands rubbing it and my legs spread as wide as they would go. He handed me the condom and I put it on his dick as quickly as I could. I grabbed his hands and he helped me position him in me. Once he was in, I moaned and grabbed his sides. I had two orgasms. We fucked until he pulled out of me and I lay on top of him. We woke up two hours later at 9:00 when the phone rang, and it was my mom. She got pissed and I had to come home. It really sucked. I don't know what the big deal she made was about. She said she 'had a feeling we were having sex,' so she decided to come and get me. I had to come home at ten. I just don't know why the hell she was so worried."
"Wow. I wanted details, but that was a play-by-play. For your first time, I'm proud of you. I'd have never thought that you would be so advanced. We didn't even try a 69 until about our fifth time. I'm glad you had fun. And two orgasms! I've only had two, and that was your first time! Good job!"
"Thanks. I really did have fun. But you really need to go talk to Matt. The longer you wait, the harder it is to tell him. It'll already be hard enough. Why prolong the inevitable? I'll go in there with you if you want me to. I don't mind. But if you two go into details about the conception, then I'll not stay in there any longer. Just warn me beforehand."
"Okay. I'll try not to go into details. I owe you that much. Here goes the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"I've got your back," I said, as we knocked on Matt's door. We heard his footsteps and he opened the door.
NO ONE'S POV
"What do you want Lizzie?" he asked, right before he saw Miranda, who looked scared out of her wits. "Hey, Miranda, what's wrong?"
"We need to talk," she said quietly.
"Nothing good can ever come from those words. Come in," he said, as he opened the door and motioned for us to come in. He sat on his bed beside Miranda, and Lizzie sat in a chair beside the computer desk.
Miranda cleared her throat and tried to speak, but was having trouble finding the words. Lizzie's mom stood out in hall, listening. She had finally quit crying. It was a huge shock to her to think she would be a grandmother, but she finally admitted to herself that she had wanted to be one since her children had become teenagers.
"Matt, I just got back from the doctor's office, and I need to tell you something. I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but I have to tell you. She gave me all these new rules that I have to obey, and she told me when the baby is due. It's due on February 26th. Isn't that great! She also told me when it was conceived, and that's what I want to tell you."
"Danny will like that. It might be born on Valentines' Day. And that's your favorite holiday, and that would make it better. Congratulations. So that would make it conceived on..."
"May 26th. Does that date ring a bell?"
"That would be a Friday. Not really. Should it?"
"Yes. Let's consult your calendar. Where is it?"
"On my computer desk. Let me get it," he said, grabbing it and turning back to May. When he found the 26th, his eyes got as big as saucers. He dropped it, sat on his bed, and wept, not quite what they were expecting. Miranda didn't say a word. She just hugged him and let him cry. A few minutes later, Miranda started crying. Lizzie hugged them both and walked out. She almost knocked her mom down when she opened the door.
"Mom, What the crap are you doing out here?" she whispered, silently praying that her mother hadn't heard hers and Miranda's complete conversation, just the beginning. If she heard it, then she would know that Lizzie lost her virginity, and she would get more details than she ever needed. She would also know Miranda was pregnant by Matt. Those were probably the two things she never wanted her mother to hear.
"Lizzie, we need to talk," she whispered back, as she motioned Lizzie into her and Sam's bedroom. Lizzie just knew her mother knew. 'I'm dead', she thought.