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continued relentlessly. "To pay child support? Are you willing to drop out of school, or switch to the alternative school, so you can be a mother?"
"It's like, all you think about is pregnancy!" Kim burst out, lifting her head defiantly.
Familiar fear cramped Nell's belly. If only Kim knew. This morning, three weeks and two days had passed since Nell's drunken idiocy. Three weeks, and no period.
Don't think about it, she ordered herself. Not now. Right now, think about Kim.
Holding her daughter's gaze, Nell said, "I can't change who I am. Grandma wasn't ready to be a mother when I was born. I always knew that. And then I had you, which changed my life profoundly. You know I've never regretted having you, but I won't lie—I've wished I'd been ten years older. That I could have finished high school like my friends, gone to college, dated. I missed all that, because I had a baby. If I seem obsessed, well, there's a good reason." She silenced Kim with a shake of her head. "Yeah, okay, I'm worried. That's because you and Colin are spending so much time together, and because you ask me things like, 'How do you know when you're in love?' But, see, I know what happens when you get pregnant at sixteen. I know what you feel when Colin is kissing you, or when you're afraid he might find someone else if you keep saying no. And I love you. I want you to have what I didn't."
Kim flung herself off the couch and onto her mother's lap, her face wet. "I'm sorry, Mom! I hate knowing that I worry you!"
Her own eyes damp, Nell kissed Kim's forehead. "That's what being a mother is all about."
Sniff. "Am I crushing you?"
Nell gave a watery chuckle. "Yeah. But that's okay."
Kim burrowed deeper. "I just get confused. Sometimes I feel older than you were at sixteen!"
Wasn't every teenager positive that she was more mature at every age than her parents had ever been? But Nell said gently, "I remember feeling that way, too. It's part of believing the bad stuff won't happen to you. But it does. It can."
Kim was silent for a moment. Then she gave her mom a convulsive squeeze and wriggled off her lap. "Can I go on birth control, just in case?"
Nell's heart sank. She tried not to show the intensity of her dismay. "I'd rather you did that, if you've decided to have sex."
Chin defiantly high, Kim asked, "You'd give permission?"
"Yes. Which doesn't mean I think you're ready."
The teenager pressed her lips together and gave a jerky nod. "Okay."
"Just … let me know. If I need to sign something."
Kim nodded again, averted her face, and went back to the couch. A second later, the movie blared into life.
Nell waited for a few minutes, staring blindly down at her book, before she set it down casually and stood. Not until she had left the room did she hurry. At the back of the house, in her own bathroom, she crumpled onto the toilet seat and buried her face in her hands.
She couldn't be pregnant. Please, God, don't let me be.
Her period had always been irregular. Just because she'd vaguely thought it was due didn't mean anything. She didn't pay that much attention. It might start tonight, tomorrow, next week. She had no cause to panic yet.
But she was. Dread slept beside her at night. She made excuses during the day to go to the bathroom to peek hopefully at her underwear. Every twinge in her abdomen sent relief flooding through her—cramps, at last! But the relief was always short-lived.
She should buy a home pregnancy kit. But buying one would imply that she needed to, that there was reason for concern, and until this minute, she hadn't been willing to admit there was. Of course she'd feel better when her period came, but it would. Nobody got pregnant from a one-night stand. And late in the month, too.
But now she admitted she didn't know if it had been late in the month. She couldn't for the life of her remember any event connected with her last menstruation that would let her pin it down to a time of the month. She, who knew better,
"It's like, all you think about is pregnancy!" Kim burst out, lifting her head defiantly.
Familiar fear cramped Nell's belly. If only Kim knew. This morning, three weeks and two days had passed since Nell's drunken idiocy. Three weeks, and no period.
Don't think about it, she ordered herself. Not now. Right now, think about Kim.
Holding her daughter's gaze, Nell said, "I can't change who I am. Grandma wasn't ready to be a mother when I was born. I always knew that. And then I had you, which changed my life profoundly. You know I've never regretted having you, but I won't lie—I've wished I'd been ten years older. That I could have finished high school like my friends, gone to college, dated. I missed all that, because I had a baby. If I seem obsessed, well, there's a good reason." She silenced Kim with a shake of her head. "Yeah, okay, I'm worried. That's because you and Colin are spending so much time together, and because you ask me things like, 'How do you know when you're in love?' But, see, I know what happens when you get pregnant at sixteen. I know what you feel when Colin is kissing you, or when you're afraid he might find someone else if you keep saying no. And I love you. I want you to have what I didn't."
Kim flung herself off the couch and onto her mother's lap, her face wet. "I'm sorry, Mom! I hate knowing that I worry you!"
Her own eyes damp, Nell kissed Kim's forehead. "That's what being a mother is all about."
Sniff. "Am I crushing you?"
Nell gave a watery chuckle. "Yeah. But that's okay."
Kim burrowed deeper. "I just get confused. Sometimes I feel older than you were at sixteen!"
Wasn't every teenager positive that she was more mature at every age than her parents had ever been? But Nell said gently, "I remember feeling that way, too. It's part of believing the bad stuff won't happen to you. But it does. It can."
Kim was silent for a moment. Then she gave her mom a convulsive squeeze and wriggled off her lap. "Can I go on birth control, just in case?"
Nell's heart sank. She tried not to show the intensity of her dismay. "I'd rather you did that, if you've decided to have sex."
Chin defiantly high, Kim asked, "You'd give permission?"
"Yes. Which doesn't mean I think you're ready."
The teenager pressed her lips together and gave a jerky nod. "Okay."
"Just … let me know. If I need to sign something."
Kim nodded again, averted her face, and went back to the couch. A second later, the movie blared into life.
Nell waited for a few minutes, staring blindly down at her book, before she set it down casually and stood. Not until she had left the room did she hurry. At the back of the house, in her own bathroom, she crumpled onto the toilet seat and buried her face in her hands.
She couldn't be pregnant. Please, God, don't let me be.
Her period had always been irregular. Just because she'd vaguely thought it was due didn't mean anything. She didn't pay that much attention. It might start tonight, tomorrow, next week. She had no cause to panic yet.
But she was. Dread slept beside her at night. She made excuses during the day to go to the bathroom to peek hopefully at her underwear. Every twinge in her abdomen sent relief flooding through her—cramps, at last! But the relief was always short-lived.
She should buy a home pregnancy kit. But buying one would imply that she needed to, that there was reason for concern, and until this minute, she hadn't been willing to admit there was. Of course she'd feel better when her period came, but it would. Nobody got pregnant from a one-night stand. And late in the month, too.
But now she admitted she didn't know if it had been late in the month. She couldn't for the life of her remember any event connected with her last menstruation that would let her pin it down to a time of the month. She, who knew better,
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