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voice,” Matthew agreed, grinning my way.
“ Thank you,” I replied softly. My plate was filled with all of my favorites; turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole. Matthew began describing his school, talking about the curriculum and the children that he worked with.
I caught a whiff of my absolute favorite dish, the candied yams, slapping my hand over my mouth to keep from gagging.
“Vivian? Are you ill?” my mother asked, her eyes narrowed.
I barely made it to the hall bathroom. After flushing the toilet and rinsing out my mouth, I slowly made my way back to the table.
The icy silence that had settled over the occupants of the table did not go unnoticed. I took my seat again, meeting my mother’s glare.
“I asked Matthew if you were pregnant, and he refused to answer us. I can only assume that means yes.”
I turned to Matthew, watching him narrow his eyes and sit back against the chair.
Swallowing hard, I flattened my hand over my belly, blinking rapidly at the tears trying to resurface.
“ Yes ,” I whispered.
“Catherine.” My father’s warning tone drew my mother’s attention. She gripped the edge of the table, visibly forcing herself to remain calm.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hale, I am in love with your daughter,” Matthew stated firmly, keeping his eyes on me. “I am in love with my child. I would like to ask you to celebrate with us. Please.”
“Don’t leave,” my dad urged as I slid my chair back. He focused on me, his eyes finding mine. “Give us both a minute to process this. But don’t leave, sweetheart.”
And, that was it.
I broke into tears, burying my face into my hands. “I love Matthew. I love my life with him. I… wish you’d both just accept us… please…”
“Vivian,” my mother replied, leaning to pull me into her arms. “Honey, we love you. We can’t possibly love you more. We will do everything we can to support you. Both,” she added, and I felt Matthew’s hand on the small of my back.
“Thank you,” he said, his deep voice near my ear as I sobbed. “Vivian. Don’t cry ,” he consoled, turning me into his arms.
Christmas Eve with my parents ended up being better than I could have ever dreamed. My mother and father gave us both gifts, hugging us before we headed out to the car.
“It’s obvious that they love you very much. I think they took it well,” Matthew said, turning the heater up to warm us both.
“I think so. God, this is all suddenly seeming so real.”
“It is real, beauty. Come here.”
He wrapped his arm around me, holding me the entire way home.
That night, Matthew made love to me slowly, whispering quiet words in my ear as he eased himself into my body. I felt so very loved when he kissed his way down to my belly, marveling in the life we’d created together.
We spent Christmas Day in front of the small tree we’d decorated, opening each other’s gifts with juvenile excitement. We spent the next two days wrapped in each other’s arms, making love again and again until we’d drift in and out of sleep.
My mother called me and asked if we could spend the day together. When I started to balk, Matthew urged me to go out with her. “You need to bond. You’re going to need your mom during this, Vivian.”
“Okay,” I told my mom, receiving an approving smile from Matthew.
When she picked me up in her Buick, I fully expected her to begin her lecture the moment we pulled out of the driveway. Instead, she only eased onto the highway, heading toward Cleveland.
“Are you feeling alright?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Just nauseated a lot. I keep getting a headache, too,” I added, thankful for her caring support.
“I was sick with you for almost four months,” she admitted. I nodded, watching her turn the radio up.
After at least twenty minutes of driving, I glanced up at her.
“Where… are we going?” I asked finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
She lowered the volume of the music,
“ Thank you,” I replied softly. My plate was filled with all of my favorites; turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole. Matthew began describing his school, talking about the curriculum and the children that he worked with.
I caught a whiff of my absolute favorite dish, the candied yams, slapping my hand over my mouth to keep from gagging.
“Vivian? Are you ill?” my mother asked, her eyes narrowed.
I barely made it to the hall bathroom. After flushing the toilet and rinsing out my mouth, I slowly made my way back to the table.
The icy silence that had settled over the occupants of the table did not go unnoticed. I took my seat again, meeting my mother’s glare.
“I asked Matthew if you were pregnant, and he refused to answer us. I can only assume that means yes.”
I turned to Matthew, watching him narrow his eyes and sit back against the chair.
Swallowing hard, I flattened my hand over my belly, blinking rapidly at the tears trying to resurface.
“ Yes ,” I whispered.
“Catherine.” My father’s warning tone drew my mother’s attention. She gripped the edge of the table, visibly forcing herself to remain calm.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hale, I am in love with your daughter,” Matthew stated firmly, keeping his eyes on me. “I am in love with my child. I would like to ask you to celebrate with us. Please.”
“Don’t leave,” my dad urged as I slid my chair back. He focused on me, his eyes finding mine. “Give us both a minute to process this. But don’t leave, sweetheart.”
And, that was it.
I broke into tears, burying my face into my hands. “I love Matthew. I love my life with him. I… wish you’d both just accept us… please…”
“Vivian,” my mother replied, leaning to pull me into her arms. “Honey, we love you. We can’t possibly love you more. We will do everything we can to support you. Both,” she added, and I felt Matthew’s hand on the small of my back.
“Thank you,” he said, his deep voice near my ear as I sobbed. “Vivian. Don’t cry ,” he consoled, turning me into his arms.
Christmas Eve with my parents ended up being better than I could have ever dreamed. My mother and father gave us both gifts, hugging us before we headed out to the car.
“It’s obvious that they love you very much. I think they took it well,” Matthew said, turning the heater up to warm us both.
“I think so. God, this is all suddenly seeming so real.”
“It is real, beauty. Come here.”
He wrapped his arm around me, holding me the entire way home.
That night, Matthew made love to me slowly, whispering quiet words in my ear as he eased himself into my body. I felt so very loved when he kissed his way down to my belly, marveling in the life we’d created together.
We spent Christmas Day in front of the small tree we’d decorated, opening each other’s gifts with juvenile excitement. We spent the next two days wrapped in each other’s arms, making love again and again until we’d drift in and out of sleep.
My mother called me and asked if we could spend the day together. When I started to balk, Matthew urged me to go out with her. “You need to bond. You’re going to need your mom during this, Vivian.”
“Okay,” I told my mom, receiving an approving smile from Matthew.
When she picked me up in her Buick, I fully expected her to begin her lecture the moment we pulled out of the driveway. Instead, she only eased onto the highway, heading toward Cleveland.
“Are you feeling alright?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Just nauseated a lot. I keep getting a headache, too,” I added, thankful for her caring support.
“I was sick with you for almost four months,” she admitted. I nodded, watching her turn the radio up.
After at least twenty minutes of driving, I glanced up at her.
“Where… are we going?” I asked finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
She lowered the volume of the music,
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