Chapter 40
Mum sighed with a smile. "I'll sound so old."
"You said you sounded old when I started calling you mum for the first time." I reminded her.
Sat in the living room.
Been out of hospital for a week now.
The food there sucked.
Even though they have those new replicating machine things.
Stick a chicken in, four come out.
'Cept they don't work properly.
Bummer.
"I was seventeen when you started saying mum!" Mum raised an eyebrow. "Didn't half earn me some dirty looks on the bus, I can tell you that."
"You loved it really." I bobbed my tongue out, shifting myself on the sofa trying to get comfortable.
"Hot and bothered?" Mum asked. I nodded and groaned. "Tender boobs?" I groaned before nodding this time. "They'll get bigger."
Okay, enough information thank you very much.
"And they might sag."
"MUM!" I whined. This was not what I wanted to hear.
"What will sag?" Dougie asked, walking in to the room with two cups of tea, placing them down on the small table in front of me and mum.
"Her boobs. When they get bigger." Mum replied.
Oh god.
I can't believe she's doing this.
And what the hell is that smell?
"Brenna, sweetheart, you're a little pale." Mum placed her palm to my forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Can you smell that?" I scrunched up my nose, my stomach turning. "I think I'm going to…"
Oh dear.
"This is no fun." I grumbled, taking deep breathes as I lifted my head from the toilet bowl.
"Are you finished?" Dougie whispered in my ear, one arm around my waist, his hand on my stomach, whilst the other hand held my hair from my face as he knelt behind me. I nodded and allowed him to help me up off the floor. "It will get better?"
"You mean I'll start to enjoy regurgitating food against my will?" I snapped.
Okay...
Where did that come from.
Brenna is not snappy.
Well... not like that anyway.
"Beth said you'd be like this as well." Dougie remarked.
Oh yes, because my mother knows everything.
And everything mother says must be true, and...
Dear lord!
She's right!
"Well, only another," I counted on my fingers. "Twenty Six weeks... I think, I'm sure you can cope."
"As long as I have my carling by my side, I'll be able to cope with anything." He grinned.
"You see, Doug, when your girlfriend is pregnant, hormonal, and a little pissed off, you are meant to be some what comforting. Therefore, substituting her name with a brand of beer, which might I add, tastes of cat excrement, is not an overall good idea. If anything, it's a death wish." I placed my hands on my hips.
"What if you were pregnant, a little pissed off, and horny?" He questioned, the smile still not fading.
"Since when did I say I wanted sex that was more or less meaningless and just for the hell of shagging?" I stated.
"It wouldn't be meaningless. It would mean a hell of a lot to me." He said.
"Dougie, I swear, if you don't get out of my way, I'm going to hit you, or kill you, or ring my dad. Go do something useful." I scorned, pushing past him.
"Is everything okay?" I heard mum ask Dougie as he walked down stairs, I had taken to my bedroom.
"Fine." I heard him grumble, then the door slamming.