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“Yeah, Mom. Everything’s fine. Just miss you and Dad, that’s all.”
My heart tightens.
“Sophia. We miss you too, babe,” my mom says softly to me. Her voice peps up a beat. “You know what? I just knew you were made for this. Performing, I mean.”
Quietly giggling on the line, I humor her.
“Oh, yeah, ma?”
“Yes. I was around week twenty-something. I remember your dad being all into his band back then, so he would play music all the time in the house before I made him look for a ‘real’ job on the side when you were born. Anyways,” she laughs for a moment and continues, “I did what most pregnant women did back then. I would place headphones on my belly and wait. That night, as I was lounging on the couch, your dad sat next to me writing some new material for his band while Guns and Roses' Sweet Child o ’ Mine was playing. And that’s when I felt you for the first time.”
I can practically hear the glow in my mom’s voice and that alone erases everything right now. Her voice sounds so light, but it cracks at the end. Clearing her own throat, she goes on softly.
“That’s when I knew my sweet child; I knew right then what you were going to do with your life.” She starts laughing. “You would not stop fluttering all over inside my belly and I just remember feeling then, how wonderful you are. I can’t really describe it to you, my girl, but feeling you right then, I knew why I was put here on this Earth. You make me so proud every single day. I just knew it.”
I didn’t notice I was squeezing the phone up to my ear as tears steadily flowed down my cheeks. I hope I’ll still make her proud.
“Mama…” I whisper so she won’t hear the sadness in my voice. “I love you.”
“Aw, my sweet girl. I love you, too. Now, get some rest. You know I don’t like all that partying you’ve been putting your body through with this tour.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Smudge yourself too, babe. You still have your sage and sweet grass, right?”
My mom, being native, grew up with traditional ways.
“Yeah, Mom. I’ll do that right now.”
“All right, then. Tell the boys I said hi…and Tristan, too.”
I can literally hear her smirking into the phone. It’s not that she doesn’t like Tristan; she does. It’s just that she’s my mom and wants to make sure he is right for me. Well, hopefully, because I’m going to be having his child in the summer.
I say goodbye to her and talk to my dad for a minute before hanging up. Even though I’m still suffocating with this secret, I do feel a little better now hearing their voices. Soon, I tell myself. It will all be out soon.
Twisting behind me, I plug my phone on the charger and get up to head back out to my boys. Lazily, I stand up, stretching out before making my way over to the cheap, full body length mirror. My thumbs and fingers feel the hem of the soft, white cotton tank that I’m wearing.
Raising it up slightly, I push down on my plaid pajama shorts and stare at my stomach. To the naked eye, my body still looks the same, but I already notice a difference. Frankie calls it being bloated, but already, my body is changing.
Tracing my fingertips below my bellybutton, I close my eyes. I have Tristan growing inside me. My body being used as a safe temple so our child can grow. It’s up to me to protect it. Even though I’m scared shitless, something washes over me and I want to break down and cry. My lip trembles as I stare at my midsection in the mirror, constantly feeling my lower stomach, wanting to feel my baby.
Running my tongue over my tear soaked lips, I whisper to myself, well... to my baby.
“I love you.”
Taking a step back, I fix my clothing before heading out. As I step out into the hazy hallway, I hear Roger.
“Okay, I pick tonight since Matt chose last time. Which, my friend, was an excellent choice.”
Roger, with his squinty eyes, leans over the coffee table and fist bumps Matt real quick. Leaning
“Yeah, Mom. Everything’s fine. Just miss you and Dad, that’s all.”
My heart tightens.
“Sophia. We miss you too, babe,” my mom says softly to me. Her voice peps up a beat. “You know what? I just knew you were made for this. Performing, I mean.”
Quietly giggling on the line, I humor her.
“Oh, yeah, ma?”
“Yes. I was around week twenty-something. I remember your dad being all into his band back then, so he would play music all the time in the house before I made him look for a ‘real’ job on the side when you were born. Anyways,” she laughs for a moment and continues, “I did what most pregnant women did back then. I would place headphones on my belly and wait. That night, as I was lounging on the couch, your dad sat next to me writing some new material for his band while Guns and Roses' Sweet Child o ’ Mine was playing. And that’s when I felt you for the first time.”
I can practically hear the glow in my mom’s voice and that alone erases everything right now. Her voice sounds so light, but it cracks at the end. Clearing her own throat, she goes on softly.
“That’s when I knew my sweet child; I knew right then what you were going to do with your life.” She starts laughing. “You would not stop fluttering all over inside my belly and I just remember feeling then, how wonderful you are. I can’t really describe it to you, my girl, but feeling you right then, I knew why I was put here on this Earth. You make me so proud every single day. I just knew it.”
I didn’t notice I was squeezing the phone up to my ear as tears steadily flowed down my cheeks. I hope I’ll still make her proud.
“Mama…” I whisper so she won’t hear the sadness in my voice. “I love you.”
“Aw, my sweet girl. I love you, too. Now, get some rest. You know I don’t like all that partying you’ve been putting your body through with this tour.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Smudge yourself too, babe. You still have your sage and sweet grass, right?”
My mom, being native, grew up with traditional ways.
“Yeah, Mom. I’ll do that right now.”
“All right, then. Tell the boys I said hi…and Tristan, too.”
I can literally hear her smirking into the phone. It’s not that she doesn’t like Tristan; she does. It’s just that she’s my mom and wants to make sure he is right for me. Well, hopefully, because I’m going to be having his child in the summer.
I say goodbye to her and talk to my dad for a minute before hanging up. Even though I’m still suffocating with this secret, I do feel a little better now hearing their voices. Soon, I tell myself. It will all be out soon.
Twisting behind me, I plug my phone on the charger and get up to head back out to my boys. Lazily, I stand up, stretching out before making my way over to the cheap, full body length mirror. My thumbs and fingers feel the hem of the soft, white cotton tank that I’m wearing.
Raising it up slightly, I push down on my plaid pajama shorts and stare at my stomach. To the naked eye, my body still looks the same, but I already notice a difference. Frankie calls it being bloated, but already, my body is changing.
Tracing my fingertips below my bellybutton, I close my eyes. I have Tristan growing inside me. My body being used as a safe temple so our child can grow. It’s up to me to protect it. Even though I’m scared shitless, something washes over me and I want to break down and cry. My lip trembles as I stare at my midsection in the mirror, constantly feeling my lower stomach, wanting to feel my baby.
Running my tongue over my tear soaked lips, I whisper to myself, well... to my baby.
“I love you.”
Taking a step back, I fix my clothing before heading out. As I step out into the hazy hallway, I hear Roger.
“Okay, I pick tonight since Matt chose last time. Which, my friend, was an excellent choice.”
Roger, with his squinty eyes, leans over the coffee table and fist bumps Matt real quick. Leaning
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