With All My Heart → Transformers

Family Talks

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Currently I was sitting in the kitchen scarfing down everything that I possibly could all while waiting on my mom to make her way through the kitchen doors. I had planned on talking to her yesterday after Nate left, but she was asleep and still had yet to wake up--it was two o'clock in the afternoon. I blamed it on her stupid, secretive pregnant self. We were the only two home at the moment, so this was now a better time than ever to talk to her. Adalyn took the kids to the mall to get them out of the house for a bit, and my dad was at the base for some reason he still had yet to explain to me. I'd make him tell me when he got home though.

The moment I shoved a pickle sliver into my mouth was the moment my mom burst through the kitchen door. I couldn't help but laugh. Her hair was everywhere and she had the grumpiest expression on her face. The moment she saw the amount of food sitting in front of me, though, her eyes widened in happiness and she wasted no time in sitting down in front of me. She grabbed the can of pickles and even took away my bag of salt and vinegar chips so she could eat them. I couldn't help but wonder if this was what she was like when she was pregnant with me.

"Uh, are you hungry, mom?" I teased.

"I have been craving a bunch of sour stuff lately. I forgot we even had this stuff," she hummed as she shoved a chip into her mouth.

I chuckled. "So, when do pregnancy cravings first start?"

She shrugged and grabbed my tea before taking a very large swig of it. Maybe I should have gotten a soda like I had originally planned to. It would have prevented my soda hating mother from stealing my drink for herself.

"It depends. When I was pregnant with you they started at around seven weeks, but then I didn't even know I was pregnant with you," she told me.

"So, how far along are you?" I asked her.

She stopped eating and looked at me. "Eleven weeks."

My eyes widened. "Could you stand up please?"

She did as I said and stood up, revealing the upper half of her body. I was looking for a bump of some sort, but found none. She was wearing one of my dad's t-shirts, so it was baggy on her. Come to think of it, she's been wearing baggy clothes quite a lot lately and now I knew exactly why. She was without a doubt one clever woman.

"You're a clever one."

She smiled at me and sat back down. "I try."

"Wait. If you're eleven weeks pregnant then how come they didn't catch it when you were in the hospital?"

"Because they were told specifically that my chest was bothering me and apparently the chest region is much more important than the rest of your body. I mean, it's either that or they're shit doctors, but I'm going to go with the latter though. I'm just glad the baby is okay," she explained to me.

Yeah, and so was I.

"I just want to know how on earth dad is completely oblivious to this. Now that I'm taking the tie to actually study you I can sense that the balance in your body is off," I said to her.

"Well," she started, shoving another pickle slice into her mouth. "I told your dad that for his sake we could refrain from having another child. I agreed with him that I didn't want another child, so he probably isn't even looking for any peculiar differences regarding my body."

"I guess that makes sense. But when are you going to tell him?"

"Soon. If not I'll just let my body tell him," she answered.

"I don't know why you're so afraid to tell him. Yes, he may not want another kid, but he's getting one and he has to get over it. It's not like he's going to leave you once you tell him. He loves you way too much to even think about leaving you," I assured her.

She let out a sigh. "I know that, but enough about me. Care to tell me what was wrong with Nate yesterday?"

"His mom wants to leave his Trent," I told her.

She seemed a bit shocked. "Not that he doesn't deserve this, but why?"

"She doesn't feel safe with him. She thinks he's too dangerous and she doesn't want him hurting her or Nathan," I informed her.

"That makes sense."

The door to the kitchen opened and I looked over to see my dad walking in. He had a rather unsettling expression on his face, one of which made me a bit curious.

"Hey, dad."

"Hi," he greeted me as he sat down beside my mom.

"Long day?" she mused as she shoved another pickle into her mouth.

He made a face before moving a few inches away from her. I forgot just how much he hated the smell of pickles.

"It wasn't long, per se. I'm just not sure what I should do," he said, confusing us both.

"What?"

"We're finally being sent on this Europe mission," he said.

I watched as an expression of fear took over my mom's features. All I could do was frown.

"You're serious?" my mom asked. She was afraid of something and I didn't know what.

"Yes," he started, noticing her frightened expression. "Please calm yourself, Lea. I'm going to be fine."

She opened her mouth to speak but just shook her head instead. Without another word she got up from the dining room table and walked out of the kitchen. My dad glanced at her before looking back at me.

"What is wrong with her? She's been acting weird lately," he grunted.

I pursed my lips. "Uh, I'm not sure. I guess she's just cramping."

"I highly doubt it. Tell me," he instructed.

"I can't. I really, really can't no matter how much I want to. I have to let her tell you," I told him.

He raised a brow. "Is it really that bad?"

"Depends on how you want to view it, but since I know how you are I am leaving before you have the chance to guilt it out of me," I exclaimed as I got up from my seat.

He laughed at me. "Have fun."

"I will! Talk to your lover," I told him before running out of the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs to my room so I could change into some suitable clothes. Just as I was about to head over to my dresser my phone rang loudly. I groaned and walked over to retrieve the device from my bedside table. The caller ID was displaying Ethan's name, so I answered it.

"Hello?" I sang into the speaker.

"Kaelyn Olivia, I have been calling you for the past twenty four hours and you have ignored each and every single one of my phone calls! I'm angry!" he shouted.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. What do you want?" I laughed.

"I have a girlfriend," is all that he said.

"What?" I yelled. "And you didn't tell me?"

"I tried, you fucking bitch!" he yelled back.

"Sorry, sorry! Do I ever get to meet her?" I asked him with a smirk on my face.

"Tonight. Get ready. You're coming over for dinner so you can meet her and make friends with her," he informed me.

I let out a groan and fell back onto my bed. "Fine. But I better like her or you're going to end up scraping her off of the walls."

"I wouldn't expect any less. I'll see you soon, Kay."

He hung up before I had the chance to respond, so I just laid my phone back down and headed over to my closet to find a nice outfit to wear tonight. Hopefully I wouldn't have to hurt a bitch.