Living Without a Mom ~ Chapter 8: Problems of Being Pregnant

Bah. My room is a complete tip but I have no motivation to clean it up. As you've gathered by now, I'm a very lazy person. Oh yeah, and I made a one-shot the other day for the festive season. It's called Christmas in Sunset Valley and I'd really appreciate if you had a look.

After a few hours, Yumi returned home. She frowned when she saw Opal and Leighton still cuddled close.

'She's still here?' she scowled.

'Yes mother, she is. And she's staying.' said Leighton firmly. Yumi was appalled.

'What do you mean, she's staying?'

'Her parents kicked her out and she has nowhere else to go.'

'Well, she isn't staying here. That's for sure.'

Leighton's eyes narrowed.

'You are a heartless bitch. My girlfriend is carrying YOUR grandchild and you actually have the nerve to say that she can't live here?!'

'Well, excuse me for being practical.'

'Mother, that makes no sense.'

'Leighton, you make no sense! You're just like your father.'

'Don't you dare bring him up! Do you have any idea how much that divorce changed me?!'

'Shut up. Either the girl goes or I do.'

'Alright. Mother, leave the house.'

'What?! You chose HER over your own mother?!'

'She's called Opal. Yes, I did because I actually want to be a good father. Now leave.'

Yumi cried out in disgust before walking out of the house again. Opal stared on in shock.

'You didn't have to do that, you know.' she said.

'I wanted to do that. You're my entire world, Opal.'

'And that's why I love you.' smiled Opal. Leighton planted a small kiss on her lips.

Over the next few weeks, Leighton decided to drop out of school so that he could get a part time job. It was also so that he could spend more time with Opal.

After quite a bit of hunting around, Leighton found a part time job at the grocery store. It had just enough pay to support him and Opal.

After work one day, Leighton was walking home and ran into his mother. They looked at one another.

'Hello, mother.' said Leighton, rather sadly. He actually secretly missed having Yumi around.

'Hello, Leighton. How are you and Opal holding up?' she replied. Well, at least she was now calling Opal by her real name.

'Not too bad. Where are you staying?'

'With my good old friend Bessie and her family. They are very welcoming.'

'Well, that's good to know.'

'Leighton, just to let you know that if you ever need any help when the baby is born, you know where I am.'

Leighton smiled.

'Thanks, mom.'

'No problem, Leighton. I'd best be on my way, goodbye.'

Leighton watched as his mother walked away. Well, at least they weren't yelling at each other for a change.

When he arrived home, he saw that Opal had fallen asleep on the sofa. She looked so peaceful. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he set about cleaning the house. Opal couldn't really do many things whilst pregnant, so Leighton helped out as much as possible. Well, it was his house to start with.

After a few hours, Opal awoke to find a plate of goopy carbonara before her. Looking up at Leighton excitedly, he nodded his head and she tucked in. She always enjoyed the rare moments when she could eat her favourite food. It wasn't often that she had goopy carbonara.

A few months later, pregnancy had taken its toll on Opal. She had constant back aches and was also starting to get agitated over the slightest thing. All that Leighton could do was stay on her good side.

There were times where Opal would break down and cry over nothing, then there were times when she'd scream her head off about how she didn't want the baby. Those were the times when Leighton would keep his distance.

By the time that she was six months pregnant, she could barely even get out of bed. Her stomach was bigger than it should have been. Thankfully she was only having one child though, the doctor confirmed that. Leighton had to help her with everything. When she wasn't a hormonal mess, Opal would thank him as much as she could. She still didn't know what she'd do when the baby was born. There was the paranoia that she'd be an unfit mother. Leighton always said to her that she'd be far from that, but the feeling still stuck there like superglue.

One day whilst Leighton was working, Opal decided to take a walk around town. Much to her dismay, she found Jared walking towards her. She hadn't really seen him much since those few years ago when they had that massive fight that left her in hospital for a few days. She looked up at her ex boyfriend with a look of pure hatred.

'Congrats on the kid. Who's the father?' he asked mockingly. Opal rolled her eyes.

'Who do you think?'

'Meh, I don't know. Could be anyone. Who knows how many guys you've had it on with.'

'Um, excuse me?'

'You heard me.'

'Well, you can talk. Who was the one who recently managed to get three girlfriends within the space of two days?'

'Relax, I was drunk.'

'That's no excuse whatsoever. You're so immature, what did I even see in you?'

'Who cares? Anyway, just tell me who the father is.'

'Leighton. Who else would it be?'

'Wow. Surprised you didn't screw any other guys.'

Opal had had enough. She slapped Jared hard in the face.

'For your information, Leighton is the only person who I've been in a relationship with since you. He's enough for me. Now please, never talk to me again.'

Opal flounced off, feeling like she was going to explode with rage.

When she arrived home, the first thing that she did was punch the wall in anger before breaking down in tears. She wasn't ready for motherhood. She just wasn't.

Yeah, Opal changed a lot. So, I never thought it was possible to be so sidetracked whilst writing this. It took six whole hours to write! Wow. This is also my last chapter before Christmas, so until next time, I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!