It's Just A Dream. Part 14

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I was fairly exhausted when I wrote this so please excuse any mistakes when you read through it. Thanks from Lyn.

23rd October 2016 All Rights Reserved.

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Sarah's POV...

And they lived happily ever after.

That's what they tell us growing up. You meet someone and fall in love with them. You then get married and live happily ever after.

It was all just a dream.

That was just a lot of bullshit to decieve and trick girls into procreating the next generation. Love might have had somethign to do with it. Or lust more like it. And there was no living happily ever after for any of us.

It is all a lot of crap.

It has to be one of the biggest lies to ever have been conceived and taught to us young kids. Not just us girls but boys too.

If you want to have a happy sort of life with someone, you should be told that it is going to take alot of hard work on both yours and his part. Proper communication is a neccessity along with looking beyond the here and now to that point in the furture where you get that semblence of happiness you were all told about when you were little kids.

That is if the boy you fell in lust with decides to stick around and try to make a life with you too.

But I digress off the subject at hand.

My finding out that I am pregnant.

I didn't get my happily ever after. My life is totally screwed. I can't even blame my father who couldn't control himself when he himself was a teenager. Much like I am now.

We may have been teenagers, but we knew exactly what we were doing. Not that either of us went out to deliberately become parents at such a young age. That would be ridiculous.

'Time and unforseen occurance befall us all' I read once which was written somewhere and it's true. Accidents happen. I won't call this pregnancy a mistake. Unborn children that resulted from not wrapping it up are never to be considered a mistake.

An accident maybe. But never ever a mistake. That's plain wrong and the thought should never even be entertained.

But it's been several weeks since I found out about both the disease I have inherited and the pregnancy.

What I couldn't believe is that it had been several weeks since Reid threw me out till when I found out about having a baby and since the weeks that have passed since then, they have calculated that I am seventeen weeks pregnant when I gave them an exact date of the conception.

At least they didn't doubt me when I gave them a date. I just glared at them daring them to challenge my accuracy.

They tell me that the baby's arms and legs have formed and that it can hear voices when you talk to him or her. I don't know much about that as I started talking to it after I came home from the doctors when we found out about it.

I also found that I have begun to size up too. I meant that my belly is getting fatter and it's becoming noticable. People will soon see that I am pregnant.

Something else I have to worry about id that my ftaher has been getting a bit more angrier lately. Especially after I tell him to take those papers he still wants me to sign and shove em where the sun don't shine.

After a few shoves from him, I try to avoid him altogether just in case he hurts the baby.

I haven't even told Reid yet either. Not because I refuse to. But because of a couple of reasons. One being that he has been away and another is that I was still in shock a week after coming back home that i was still trying to process the pregnancy for myself let alone anyone else.

But when I got up the gumption to see him, he had already left.

I found out that he should be home in a couple of days, so I'll go over there and tell him then. I don't care if he wants me off the property again.

I will be telling him about his impending fatherhood and that's that. What he does afterwards with the information is entirely up to him. I will have done my part in telling him.

As for the coeliac disease, it wasn't as bad as we thought. We just had to be extra careful with everything that might have gluten in it. For instance. Corn does not have gluten, but wheaten cornflour does.

Bread stuffing. Gravy mixes. Crumbed meats and fish and the obvious cakes and slices all have to be checked for gluten. It's the only way to be sure that I don't suffer for it in the future.

Needless to say, Mrs Beemer went through the pantry again after coming home and threw everything out. I meant that literally. She just got bags and pulled everything except fruit and vegies and dumped the lot in boxes.

She wouldn't dare through it all out.

We went down the road to a large family who were living there and struggling a bit since the father was laid off work recently and offered it to them.

At first they refused, but I bluntly told them if they didn't take it, we would just dump it. So they were really doing us a favor by taking it.

So he and his son came up to the house and filled up the back of their truck. It took nearly half an hour to get it all packed in the back straight. But they eventually got it done.

Then Mrs Beemer and myself went in to town to suss out the health food stores to get certain staple ingredients for the pantry again.

That pissed dad off when he came home and found that all the food including his favourite ones were all thrown out.

I made sure that Mrs Beemer was always between us. Not that she would give us plaenty of protection, but that i felt reasurred that she was there just in case.

We both knew that dad won't do anything if there was someone else that was around to see him when he likes to abuse me.

Sometimes I wondered again if life was just a dream and I would be waking up real soon. But I doubted it.

Anyway, I was just waiting now for Reid to come home.

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