It was agonizing to stand there and watch him. I couldn't tell what he was going to say or do. His jaw dropped and he looked either speechless, lost, angry, upset. I'm not sure happy was an option for either of us.
He finally began to walk towards me, a sympathetic look taking over his facial features.
"I'm so sorry, Selena." He wasnt the only one that was sorry. I am too. We weren't careful enough. Now both of us have to open up to our families about the fact our relationship reaction sexual intercourse a year ago, and now I'm pregnant.
And yet this just had to happen at the wrong time. I don't want to ruin the holidays for my parents. But since Harry's family would be joining mine for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, it only seemed like the right time to do it.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his frame and rested my head on his chest. This was about to turn into one hell of a journey from here.
Just then my mom walked in, smiling over at Harry. "I'll take over from here. Have a safe trip home, it's getting nasty out there." Nodding, he kissed the top of my head.
Now I just prayed to god that she didnt go in my bathroom before I did. She'd me right on the spot if she walked in there to find a positive pregnancy rest sitting on the counter.
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All through the night I had been in and out of the bathroom from what I can now call in it's technical term; morning sickness. And it continued through the morning as I smelt all of the food being cooked. Usually I loved the smell of all of it, but now it's just churning my stomach.
At one point I read into morning sickness and saw that it can last up to your whole pregnancy. I honestly hoped that wouldn't happen to me. I can't handle throwing up all through the day. Let alone nine months straight.
When Harry got home, we texted about the situation and how we were going to approach this. We were both nervous as hell.
His parents aren't very strict, but they still have ground rules, so I could see him getting grounded - for life.
But on my hand, my mom had me when she was sixteen. I wasnt sure how my stepdad Brian would take the news. I mean, they just had a baby a year ago, and before that she had a miscarriage. My biological father had re-married and also had a baby shortly after my mom did.
Maybe she could sympathize on the matter because she knows what it's like to go through. Maybe it actually won't be that hard to open up to her about.
Next thing I knew, my mom was walking into my room with my baby sister Gracie on her hip.
"Selena, can we talk?" I nodded. "Sure." She sat on my bed, keeping Gracie on her lap. "I saw something a little unusual this morning when I went to go clean up your bathroom. And I'm not going to drill you, I just want the honest truth. Was the pregnancy test yours or someone else's?"
Oh shit! It was totally open to anyone's sight in my trash. I forgot all about taking that out last night.
She shouldn't even be asking me for an answer. I've been throwing up non-stop and there's a pregnancy test in my trash. You would think she would just put two and two together. Or maybe she just wanted me to admit to it.
Sighing, I finally responded. "It's mine... Things got like this with Harry about a year ago. We were always so safe, I don't get how we could've screwed up. You can go ahead and ground me now."
Looking down, I could hear her let out a deep breath. "I'm not gonna do that. I was once in your shoes and I know how hard it can be. You need someone there for you, and by all means you need your mother here for this - Brian too. When were you planning on telling us?"
I was surprised she was being nice about the whole situation, but part of me should've expected it. "We wanted to tell everyone today."
"Just relax for me, alright? I'll handle the talking tonight."