Chapter 13
Week 20 and half way through the pregnancy and I feel great. My stomach is noticeable now and I don't think I can hide it from people here any longer. I know that if the teacher's find out then my father would find out and I am not ready to tell him yet. It is March and school is over in Italy. They finished earlier than the school in Canada. I have never been gladder to be out of school and graduate. My original plans were to stay in Italy for the summer until I have to go back in September for the Police Academy. My dad would never even notice if I left here. He still hasn't called me and I won't call him especially since he won't answer my messages I leave him.
It took me two months but I have made my decision. I waited until graduate then I packed up all of my bags and now here I am at the Ottawa International Airport. I decided to move closer to home. I have found that all my clothes are getting way too tight and the only think that comfortably fits me is Sam's Toronto PD shirt that I stole from him after our night together. The Toronto schools were all on March Break so that meant my boys would be causing lots of trouble so I thought I would help them out so I called them to help me to my new place and to get settled.
"RHYS, MARK." I yelled as I saw them looking for me through the crowd, they were the only people I kept in contact with during my time in Italy but only through e-mail I haven't told them about my son yet. I was wearing my heavy coat so I don't think it would be obvious to them.
"Drea or should we say Andy now." Rhys came over to me and gave me the biggest hug. "We missed you." Mark then gave me a hug,
"Thanks guys so much for driving out here to help me, I sort of got myself in a little trouble and need your help for a week or so." I told them.
"What did you do this time? Did you steal the leaning tower of Pisa?" Mark grinned.
"Seriously Mark, everyone knows the leaning tower of Pisa is in Paris." I couldn't help but laugh at them.
"No guys. It's not that kind of trouble." I said. I am so scared to do what I was about to do. They would be the first people I told but I knew that they would never tell anyone and they would be there for me. I slowly untied my coat and lifted up my shirt.
"Holy mother of Mark." I heard Rhys shout. Mark punched him on the shoulder. "How? What?" He was stuttering over his words.
"I think you guys know how and as for the what he's my son." I said with pride in my voice. "How about we drive to my new apartment and then I can explain some more when we get there." They nodded at me and we drove to my apartment which I may add I found online for a good price and fully furnished and it is near a plaza and in a safe neighbourhood.
Once inside I started to explain.
"So you guys know how I had that thing with the cop who arrested me. You know how we were together the week before I went to Italy and then once I got there I found this out. I know I probably will be a horrible mother and I haven't even decided what I am going to do with my son because I know he deserves the best life he can have and I might not be that but I love him and I'll do whatever I can to protect him." Tears were escaping my eyes.
"Andy, we will be the best uncles any kid has ever had. We can even go all Full House and be three parents raising a kid." Rhys said. They came over to me and gave me a hug. I have always been able to tell them everything and trust them.
"So what's my nephew Mark like anyways?" Mark asked.
"I am not naming him Mark, or Rhys for that matter." I stated when I saw Rhys was about to add his name in. "He is just about 20 weeks old and he is amazing." I show them the pictures of my ultrasounds from Italy.
"He's so small." Rhys stated.
"Yeah, just wait until he's like 12 pounds and the size of the bowling ball and I have to push him out of me , then we'll see how small he is."
"Ouch." I heard them both say in sync. We spent the day catching up with each other and getting my apartment in order. There were 2 bedrooms and it was actually pretty nice and spacy.