I'm A Twenty-Two Year Old Widow And I'm All Alone...

Meeting Someone Who Understands What I'm Going Through

Chapter Six... Meeting Someone Who Understands What I'm Going Through

I awoke in the middle of the night to a full kick from my baby. I was eighteen weeks now, and my baby bump was definite. I still couldn't believe that I was pregnant. I still couldn't believe that Lucas had left me with this beautiful gift.

If only he could be here to enjoy it with me.

It was almost like half of my life was running perfectly smoothly, but the other half was a complete and utter train wreck. But ever since I'd learnt I was pregnant, I had become much less depressed, spent less time by myself in the dark, and I had taken to eating... a lot! But it was for the sake of my little unborn miracle that I felt happy most of the time, especially when it moved.

And now it was kicking.

I hated referring to my baby as it so I nicknamed it Buggsy. The first time I called it Buggsy mom frowned, unsure what I was talking about. I laughed which startled her, and then told her that was the baby's nickname. She simply smiled, and recalled that when she was pregnant with me and Chelsea, she'd nickamed us B1 and B2 after the Bananas In Pyjamas. Chris was nicknamed Oreo, because mom craved Oreo's from the day she conceived...

I found that Chelsea became the most helpful, quite often staying over with Nathaniel as well. I helped her a lot when she was pregnant, even defending her at school when people started calling her harsh names. And I loved being Aunty Carrie to Nathaniel, who was energetic but fun. Of course, he'd noticed the change in me in the last few months and became a bit distant.

"Aunty Carrie!" Nathaniel screamed, running around in my kitchen when he and Chelsea arrived the day after I felt the baby kick for the first time. "Come chase me!"

"Nate!" Chelsea hissed. "Settle down, okay? Aunty Carrie doesn't feel like playing right now."

"You're boring!"Nathaniel shouted at Chelsea.

"Sorry, Car," Chelsea sighed. "He's just... I think they gave him red frogs at daycare or something. I don't know..."

"It's okay," I laughed. "So... I felt the baby kick last night."

"Oh, my God!" Chelsea squealed. "Wow! It's the most amazing feeling, isn't it?"

"It sure is," I grinned. "I uh... I wish Lucas was here still."

"Me too, sis," she sighed.

"Aunty Carrie?" Nathaniel asked. "Can I have a drink, please?"

"Sure, Nate," I smiled at him.

"Water, Car!" Chelsea said quickly.

I gave Nathaniel a glass of water, and he downed it quickly. Then he wrapped his arms around my legs. The top of his head reached the bottom of my baby bump. When he put his head against my belly, the baby kicked. And startled my little nephew.

"Oh!" I laughed.

"What was that?!" Nathaniel asked, looking at me curiously.

"That was Aunty Carrie's baby, Nate," Chelsea answered. "Did it kick you?"

"Baby?" Nathaniel asked.

"Your little cousin," I smiled at him.

"Is it a boy cousin? Or a girl cousin?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "We won't know for another five months."

"Cool," he answered, walking away. I started laughing.

"What is it?" Chelsea asked.

"Nate's expression," I giggled. "It's a totally different thing when you're expecting the baby to kick your hand as to when it startles you and kicks you in the head."