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Chapter Two - The good-hearted Mrs. Timmins.
"Dylan, how are you?" Harold asked, opening the door wide enough to let him in.
"Yea good thanks mate," he answered, spotting Skye coming out of the kitchen.
"Well, thats good, Ill just be down the store if you need anything," Harold told his grandaughter, closing the door behind him.
"How are you?" she stared at him, nervously clutching her fingers together.
"Im fine how are you?"
"Good," Dylan answered, while trying to think of something else to say.
"So what made you come over?" Skye asked, "I thought you were going out with Elle,"
"Plans got changed, she had to go to a job interview,"
"Well good, I hope it goes well for her," Skye remarked.
"Why did you change your mind about the abortion? I told you Im not ready to be a father."
"Is that why you came over to talk me out of keeping it?"
"It took a while for you to tell me, I am a part of this decision as well," Dylan told her, "So much for being friends,in case you havent noticed Skye, I do have a girlfriend."
"Being friends doesnt matter in this case, I dont want to go through with it unless Im sure of having an abortion."
"I didnt know how too, your always yelling at me and saying Im only think of myself anyway, "Skye continued.
"You are!" Dylan yelled, "Its time you realised that it will affect everyone around us,"
"I am not," Skye replied, "You say I only think of myself but I almost had an abortion to make it easier for both of us, then you say that I didnt tell you because you thought I was trying to break you and Elle up,"
"I know for a fact that you still wanted me back after we broke up." Dylan shouted.
"Whats that got to do this? All you do is walk into my house and yell at me and try to convince me that I only think of myself, which I have been but not for the reasons you accuse me of, Ive actually been trying to think of how Im supposed to go to University, what income Im supposed to survive on as well as the baby and all you Elle can do is worry how your relationship will go."
Skye stopped going to University after her one night stand with her Arts proffesor; J.P., she hadnt thought of him much not that she was completely attached to him. Skye was still in her relationship with Dylan, the morning after she spent the night with J.P., Dylan broke up with her.
Only a few days went by after the break up with Dylan, his younger brother Scott; popularly known as Stingray, came to comfort her, he also had a much younger girlfriend; Rachel. Her guardian, Susan warned him to stay away from Rachel due to the age difference between the pair. Although he liked Susan, he didnt want to rock the boat between his ex-gilrfriend and his own guardian, that Susan had been for a time.
Skye and Scotts relationship had taken a more intimate turn. With both of them out of luck in their love lives, they sought solace in each others arms. A few days later they agreed not to tell anyone on what had happened between them. They agreed their nights experience was best kept under wraps. Dylan stood there quietly observing her as she continued.
"Ive told you before, if you want something to do with the baby, thats fine with me, but if your just going to yell at me all the time then forget it and get the hell out of my house," Skye yelled.
Dylan stormed out walking slowly back to his own house, knowing his mother would be there. Since he hadnt told her about his impending fatherhood, he tried to calm his anger over his argument with Skye.
"Hi darls, I made your favourite," Janelle looked up, Dylan entered the kitchen.
"Chocolate cake?" Dylan asked, suspiciously as she handed her son a plate full.
"Of course, like the good mother I am," Janelle smiled. Dylan started eating.
His mind twigged, Harold knew about Skye being pregnant and that he tended to ramble his mouth off at any given person that had known him well enough. Dylan quickly finished his mouthful, Janelle still stood beside the table grinning proudly at him.
"Who told you?" he asked, wiping his mouth clean.
"Why didnt you tell me? You know I wouldnt have bitten your head off, Im excited about having a little Timmins running about the place," Janelle knelt next him.
"Its not that I didnt want to, I didnt know how," Dylan paused, "Im worried about how Im supposed to support the kid,"
"Your going to be fine, I reckon youll be a great dad, you know well all be here to help," Janelle quickly hugged him.
"Thanks Mum," he answered, then finished off his cake.
"Well, enjoy your cake, Im off to the shops," Janelle picked up her handbag and walked out the door, "I forgot the chook for dinner,"
Skye walked down to Lassiters that afternoon to try and ease the sick feeling that settled in her stomach again. She sat outside of her grandfathers coffee shop with her arms rested across her stomach. She spotted Janelle walking in the same direction she sat, she sat up immediately feeling more ill as Dylans mother approached her.
"Hi, out for some fresh air we?" Janelle grinned, joining Skye at her table.
"Yes, I wasnt feeling to good, so Im out for a walk."
"Listen, love, I know your pregnant, Im not an old dragon, you couldve told me." Janelle held her hand in comfort.
"Thanks Janelle, that means alot coming from you," Skye replied, her nervousness eased as she smiled back at her.
They each had a cup of tea, while talking of Dylans actions, even though she didnt want to ignore her sons feelings she promised Skye that she would make the situation herself and Dylan more comfortable and that she wouldnt have to worry, in Janelles exact words; "The dizzy blonde dimwit."
On the walk back to her house, Skye thought about her talk with Mrs. Timmins. She realised that Dylans mother was right, Dylan was acting like a spoilt child. Skye was just going to ignore his childish ways and just try to get him involved. Even if he was acting unsure of himself.
'Dont you be a stranger,' Skye remembered Janelle telling her, 'If you ever need anything day or night, Im always available for you to talk too.'