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Authors: Kimberly Stedronsky
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managed shakily.
“Come here.” He reached for me, gathering me into his arms.
I’d never been more terrified in my entire life.
I’d suspected that I was pregnant with the pangs of nausea, the headaches, and finally, the missed period. As though my body reacted to the confirmation of the purple and white plastic stick, I immediately turned for the toilet to vomit.
I’d finally made amends with my parents, and they’d finally promised to try to accept Matthew into our lives. It was Christmas Eve, and we were headed there for dinner.
“Vivian, it’ll be okay. We don’t have to tell them tonight. Okay?” Matthew gathered my hair into his hands, waiting for me to catch my heaving breaths.
“ I’m so close to finishing school-”
“And you will. There’s no reason that you can’t.”
“We have to go… we have to go,” I repeated, standing up straight and turning to the sink. I fumbled for my toothbrush, stopping as I felt his arms sliding around my waist from behind.
“ Love is too weak a word for what I feel. ”
I recognized one of my favorite movie quotes, grinning at him through the mirror. “ Annie Hall, ” I remembered.
“You always have words for everything, Vivian. I can’t even describe what this feels like, knowing you’re standing here, loving me.”
God, his voice drenched my heart in picturesque promises, allowing me to imagine a life together with Matthew. I turned into his arms, letting him hold me tightly.
“ We can do this? ”
“We’ll turn the spare bedroom into a nursery. We’ll look for bigger houses- I want more land, better schools for our baby.”
“We’re doing this?” I begged, my voice muffled into his broad chest.
“Yes. Let’s tell my parents tonight, okay?”
We did. His mom and dad were welcoming the moment they met me, and our Christmas Eve announcement forced an excited squeal from his mother as she ran over to hug me.
“Vivian! Oh, Matthew, look at her, she’s so beautiful. A baby,” she whispered, cupping my face in her hands. “I love you both so much.”
Anna and Henry Fowler would have gushed over me if I came in with two heads; we hit it off from day one, and Anna had already brought up wedding plans.
“I’m so scared to tell my parents,” I admitted to her, and Henry hugged me next, patting me on the back lovingly.
“I can imagine you’re worried,” he assured me. “Don’t forget though, Matthew loves you, and will take care of you, sweetie.”
His old-fashioned notions only forced a smile to my face, and Matthew winked at me from over his dad’s shoulder.
“You know I will,” he promised.
Two hours later, we pulled into my parents’ driveway, the tires of Matthew’s car crunching the newly fallen snow.
It was beyond strange ringing the doorbell of what had been my home only a few short weeks ago. My mother and father answered the door together, both of them reaching for me.
After a round of hugs, my dad was the first to break the ice as he turned to Matthew, his hand outstretched. “Matthew, I’m sorry we didn’t have a chance to properly meet before. Gregory Hale.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hale.”
“Greg,” he urged as my mother stepped forward.
“Catherine,” she said, shaking Matthew’s hand as well.
I stood, watching them awkwardly. Matthew’s easy smile worked against the tension in the room.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, my dad finally clasped his hands together, nodding toward the dining room. “Come in. I hope you’re hungry.”
Dinner conversation was light between the four of us. I caught my parents up on my classes, letting them know I was keeping up with the work just fine. “I am auditioning for the spring musical. It’s Evita ,” I added, and my mother smiled excitedly.
“Oh, Vivian, you’d be perfect. Did you tell Matthew about the time you won first place in the talent show? For singing “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” and stunning the crowd?”
“She has an amazing
“Come here.” He reached for me, gathering me into his arms.
I’d never been more terrified in my entire life.
I’d suspected that I was pregnant with the pangs of nausea, the headaches, and finally, the missed period. As though my body reacted to the confirmation of the purple and white plastic stick, I immediately turned for the toilet to vomit.
I’d finally made amends with my parents, and they’d finally promised to try to accept Matthew into our lives. It was Christmas Eve, and we were headed there for dinner.
“Vivian, it’ll be okay. We don’t have to tell them tonight. Okay?” Matthew gathered my hair into his hands, waiting for me to catch my heaving breaths.
“ I’m so close to finishing school-”
“And you will. There’s no reason that you can’t.”
“We have to go… we have to go,” I repeated, standing up straight and turning to the sink. I fumbled for my toothbrush, stopping as I felt his arms sliding around my waist from behind.
“ Love is too weak a word for what I feel. ”
I recognized one of my favorite movie quotes, grinning at him through the mirror. “ Annie Hall, ” I remembered.
“You always have words for everything, Vivian. I can’t even describe what this feels like, knowing you’re standing here, loving me.”
God, his voice drenched my heart in picturesque promises, allowing me to imagine a life together with Matthew. I turned into his arms, letting him hold me tightly.
“ We can do this? ”
“We’ll turn the spare bedroom into a nursery. We’ll look for bigger houses- I want more land, better schools for our baby.”
“We’re doing this?” I begged, my voice muffled into his broad chest.
“Yes. Let’s tell my parents tonight, okay?”
We did. His mom and dad were welcoming the moment they met me, and our Christmas Eve announcement forced an excited squeal from his mother as she ran over to hug me.
“Vivian! Oh, Matthew, look at her, she’s so beautiful. A baby,” she whispered, cupping my face in her hands. “I love you both so much.”
Anna and Henry Fowler would have gushed over me if I came in with two heads; we hit it off from day one, and Anna had already brought up wedding plans.
“I’m so scared to tell my parents,” I admitted to her, and Henry hugged me next, patting me on the back lovingly.
“I can imagine you’re worried,” he assured me. “Don’t forget though, Matthew loves you, and will take care of you, sweetie.”
His old-fashioned notions only forced a smile to my face, and Matthew winked at me from over his dad’s shoulder.
“You know I will,” he promised.
Two hours later, we pulled into my parents’ driveway, the tires of Matthew’s car crunching the newly fallen snow.
It was beyond strange ringing the doorbell of what had been my home only a few short weeks ago. My mother and father answered the door together, both of them reaching for me.
After a round of hugs, my dad was the first to break the ice as he turned to Matthew, his hand outstretched. “Matthew, I’m sorry we didn’t have a chance to properly meet before. Gregory Hale.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hale.”
“Greg,” he urged as my mother stepped forward.
“Catherine,” she said, shaking Matthew’s hand as well.
I stood, watching them awkwardly. Matthew’s easy smile worked against the tension in the room.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, my dad finally clasped his hands together, nodding toward the dining room. “Come in. I hope you’re hungry.”
Dinner conversation was light between the four of us. I caught my parents up on my classes, letting them know I was keeping up with the work just fine. “I am auditioning for the spring musical. It’s Evita ,” I added, and my mother smiled excitedly.
“Oh, Vivian, you’d be perfect. Did you tell Matthew about the time you won first place in the talent show? For singing “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” and stunning the crowd?”
“She has an amazing
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