Author's Note: What's up, yo? :-P I've not been having a good time
recently. My fiancé left me about three months ago, and I just got word
that he has a new girl friend. Bad stuff.
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Goku's Mom and I have been spending a lot of time together. I quit school a week ago, much against what Maron wanted me to do, but I didn't care. Mrs. Son and I were designing my wedding dress and she had offered to make it herself. I was touched. I've even started to call her 'Mom/
Daddy was going to be finished moving this weekend, and our house was put on the market last week. He hasn't really talked to me, except for when I called him to see when I could stop by and get my things. Even then the conversation was extremely short. My whole two boxes of things had wedding magazines spread all over the in the basement. I haven't had time to unpack them.
The couch had my mark on it though. Blankets were strewn on it from where I slept. Not to mention a trash bucket right by the head of where I slept in case I got sick. I tended to get morning sickness from midnight to noon. Morning sickness was a complete devotion in the A.M. hours.
The only time I wasn't at home (it's so weird to call Goku's house my home) was when I was at work. I began making daily deposits of about 50 dollars. Since Goku was still in school, he was only able to work weekends, but being a cook, his paychecks were sweet.
I sat in silence, cutting out a pattern in white silk. Mom sat across the table from me, sewing the pieces I had already cut out. It was standard dress, nothing overly extravagant. It was an A-line dress with a spaghetti strap top. I'll be borrowing Mom's veil for my 'something borrowed'.
I'm sure I'll invite my dad to the wedding; I just don't think he'll come. I don't have anyone else who would walk me down the aisle, except maybe Mrs. Son. She's not my real mother, but what am I supposed to do? My birth mother is dead.
If my real mom were alive, she wouldn't have ousted me from the house like Dad did. She always kept Dad from over-reacting in tense situations. She would be proud that she'd be getting a grandchild. Granted, she'd be hurt that I'm still only 17 years old, but her only baby having a baby? That's pretty big.
It's times like these, and only these that I miss my mom. It may seem heartless to say this, but I don't really miss her. I was 8 when she died, and that's when we moved next door to Goku. I've spent over half of my life without her. I dream about her sometimes. Well, I think it's her at least. It's really just a great, speaking light with her voice. If I were religious, I'd say it was an omen. If I were religious I'd pray for support from my dad. If I were religious, I'd pray for another 1,000 miles on my car.
I finished cutting out my piece of silk and handed it to her. She looked up cheerfully. "One more piece to cut out, eh?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing. "Finally." Oh god, I laughed too hard. I ran to the bathroom for the third time today and threw up the orange juice I just had.
When I came out of the bathroom, Mrs. Son...I mean...my mom looked at me and asked, "Do you want to try eating some Ramen?" I nodded. She got up from her sewing table and I followed her into the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table and read the newspaper.
"Damn it. Who the hell burns Ramen noodle soup?" She said about five minutes later.
I snickered. This reminded me of when I had first met her on Thanksgiving. She had been swearing profusely at the turkey. "I don't mind. I just hope that it'll stay down. It's almost noon."
Goku got home at 3:30 and we went into Raditz's room to play his 'Ms. Pacman' game. He had bought it right after Christmas and it was the kind that you found in an arcade. Goku and I spent a lot of time doing this since Raditz was off finishing his last semester at college and he couldn't fit it in his dorm. We have surpassed 6 million points. It's not that hard really, since all you have to do is keep inserting the same quarter and you get an unlimited number of lives (AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's true! I've done it!).
Dinner was more or less boring. It was rice with beef chunks mixed in. It was such a quiet affair, which was entirely different than at my house. We always had the TV on or something during dinner.
"Mom? Can I ask you favor?" I asked, taking a bite of rice and looking at her expectantly.
"Sure." She stopped eating and looked intently at me.
I looked at Goku who was still shoveling food into his mouth. He didn't know what I was about to do. "Since my dad probably won't even come to the wedding...well I wondered if you would walk me down the aisle."
Goku choked and his fork clattered to the plate. I whacked him on the back a few times to get him to clear his windpipe. "Well?" I said, still patting Goku on the back, but looking at her face.
She was positively glowing. "Of course!" Goku in the mean time had regained his composure and was looked back and forth wide-eyed from me to her. My Mom and I laughed together.
The next day I had to work from 7 am to 2 pm. I didn't pull in as much money as I had hoped. My favorite weekend regulars appeared on the weekdays too. How could they afford to eat out so often? It was obvious after a while that no matter how well they liked me, they tipped terribly. I had received a 2-dollar tip for a bill for 35 dollars and the other waitresses said that this was very generous of them.
By the end of the day, I had only earned 60 dollars and some odd change. At the end of the day, I sat in a booth eating Tomato Tortellini soup and writing out a very short guest list. My pregnant friend Dawn came in with a Taco Salad and sat across from me.
"Hey babe. How was business today?" She asked.
I groaned. "Not too good, and I really don't want to have to take a second job with a baby coming."
She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. I honestly don't think you'd have to. If you put away 50 dollars a day, everyday until you have this baby you'll have..." She pulled out a pen and started doing math on her napkin. "About 14,000 dollars put away. If you're able to put in 100 every day on the weekends..." She scribbled more. "About 21,200."
"But that's only if I can work up until my due date." I said.
"You know I'm due next week right?" She said smiling, then taking another bite of her salad. "If I can do it, so can you."
I looked at her skeptically. "Listen hun, if you're so worried about it, then why don't you deposit all your tips from everyday and just spend your paycheck? Since you're coming on board five days a week now, your paycheck will be a lot more than it was previously."
Dawn was the person who helped me figure out the 50 dollars a day thing. She did that during her first pregnancy.
I went back to my guest list and added one more name: Dawn Whittaker.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that was so short. I'll get another chapter up soon. Wish me luck you guys! I have surgery on Tuesday and I'm so scared!
134 reviews! You guys are pretty nifty! Yay! Grasias!
See you guys next chapter. I LOVE YOU!
Tenshi-Chan
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Goku's Mom and I have been spending a lot of time together. I quit school a week ago, much against what Maron wanted me to do, but I didn't care. Mrs. Son and I were designing my wedding dress and she had offered to make it herself. I was touched. I've even started to call her 'Mom/
Daddy was going to be finished moving this weekend, and our house was put on the market last week. He hasn't really talked to me, except for when I called him to see when I could stop by and get my things. Even then the conversation was extremely short. My whole two boxes of things had wedding magazines spread all over the in the basement. I haven't had time to unpack them.
The couch had my mark on it though. Blankets were strewn on it from where I slept. Not to mention a trash bucket right by the head of where I slept in case I got sick. I tended to get morning sickness from midnight to noon. Morning sickness was a complete devotion in the A.M. hours.
The only time I wasn't at home (it's so weird to call Goku's house my home) was when I was at work. I began making daily deposits of about 50 dollars. Since Goku was still in school, he was only able to work weekends, but being a cook, his paychecks were sweet.
I sat in silence, cutting out a pattern in white silk. Mom sat across the table from me, sewing the pieces I had already cut out. It was standard dress, nothing overly extravagant. It was an A-line dress with a spaghetti strap top. I'll be borrowing Mom's veil for my 'something borrowed'.
I'm sure I'll invite my dad to the wedding; I just don't think he'll come. I don't have anyone else who would walk me down the aisle, except maybe Mrs. Son. She's not my real mother, but what am I supposed to do? My birth mother is dead.
If my real mom were alive, she wouldn't have ousted me from the house like Dad did. She always kept Dad from over-reacting in tense situations. She would be proud that she'd be getting a grandchild. Granted, she'd be hurt that I'm still only 17 years old, but her only baby having a baby? That's pretty big.
It's times like these, and only these that I miss my mom. It may seem heartless to say this, but I don't really miss her. I was 8 when she died, and that's when we moved next door to Goku. I've spent over half of my life without her. I dream about her sometimes. Well, I think it's her at least. It's really just a great, speaking light with her voice. If I were religious, I'd say it was an omen. If I were religious I'd pray for support from my dad. If I were religious, I'd pray for another 1,000 miles on my car.
I finished cutting out my piece of silk and handed it to her. She looked up cheerfully. "One more piece to cut out, eh?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing. "Finally." Oh god, I laughed too hard. I ran to the bathroom for the third time today and threw up the orange juice I just had.
When I came out of the bathroom, Mrs. Son...I mean...my mom looked at me and asked, "Do you want to try eating some Ramen?" I nodded. She got up from her sewing table and I followed her into the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table and read the newspaper.
"Damn it. Who the hell burns Ramen noodle soup?" She said about five minutes later.
I snickered. This reminded me of when I had first met her on Thanksgiving. She had been swearing profusely at the turkey. "I don't mind. I just hope that it'll stay down. It's almost noon."
Goku got home at 3:30 and we went into Raditz's room to play his 'Ms. Pacman' game. He had bought it right after Christmas and it was the kind that you found in an arcade. Goku and I spent a lot of time doing this since Raditz was off finishing his last semester at college and he couldn't fit it in his dorm. We have surpassed 6 million points. It's not that hard really, since all you have to do is keep inserting the same quarter and you get an unlimited number of lives (AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's true! I've done it!).
Dinner was more or less boring. It was rice with beef chunks mixed in. It was such a quiet affair, which was entirely different than at my house. We always had the TV on or something during dinner.
"Mom? Can I ask you favor?" I asked, taking a bite of rice and looking at her expectantly.
"Sure." She stopped eating and looked intently at me.
I looked at Goku who was still shoveling food into his mouth. He didn't know what I was about to do. "Since my dad probably won't even come to the wedding...well I wondered if you would walk me down the aisle."
Goku choked and his fork clattered to the plate. I whacked him on the back a few times to get him to clear his windpipe. "Well?" I said, still patting Goku on the back, but looking at her face.
She was positively glowing. "Of course!" Goku in the mean time had regained his composure and was looked back and forth wide-eyed from me to her. My Mom and I laughed together.
The next day I had to work from 7 am to 2 pm. I didn't pull in as much money as I had hoped. My favorite weekend regulars appeared on the weekdays too. How could they afford to eat out so often? It was obvious after a while that no matter how well they liked me, they tipped terribly. I had received a 2-dollar tip for a bill for 35 dollars and the other waitresses said that this was very generous of them.
By the end of the day, I had only earned 60 dollars and some odd change. At the end of the day, I sat in a booth eating Tomato Tortellini soup and writing out a very short guest list. My pregnant friend Dawn came in with a Taco Salad and sat across from me.
"Hey babe. How was business today?" She asked.
I groaned. "Not too good, and I really don't want to have to take a second job with a baby coming."
She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. I honestly don't think you'd have to. If you put away 50 dollars a day, everyday until you have this baby you'll have..." She pulled out a pen and started doing math on her napkin. "About 14,000 dollars put away. If you're able to put in 100 every day on the weekends..." She scribbled more. "About 21,200."
"But that's only if I can work up until my due date." I said.
"You know I'm due next week right?" She said smiling, then taking another bite of her salad. "If I can do it, so can you."
I looked at her skeptically. "Listen hun, if you're so worried about it, then why don't you deposit all your tips from everyday and just spend your paycheck? Since you're coming on board five days a week now, your paycheck will be a lot more than it was previously."
Dawn was the person who helped me figure out the 50 dollars a day thing. She did that during her first pregnancy.
I went back to my guest list and added one more name: Dawn Whittaker.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that was so short. I'll get another chapter up soon. Wish me luck you guys! I have surgery on Tuesday and I'm so scared!
134 reviews! You guys are pretty nifty! Yay! Grasias!
See you guys next chapter. I LOVE YOU!
Tenshi-Chan