|0: Prologue 😟😟|
Thursday April 4th 2019, 21:45 pm
Three weeks straight I have been vomiting, at least up to fourteen times a day that's nearly 98 times a week. I'm surprised my gag reflex, diaphragm, stomach, throat, mouth, chest, shoulders and neck aren't aching bad like the first week I vomited 98 times or less.
"Baby girl! Why are you throwing up so crazily these past days? You okay cupcake?" My father asks.
He comes into my connected bathroom, looking at me worriedly. I wipe my mouth with tissue and nod in his direction. He eyes me skeptically and leaves the bathroom to let me finish my business. I can't tell my father. He'll worry so much. I clutch onto the edge of the sink and close my eyes. This is the 14th time today I've puked for the past twenty one days.
I know why I feel like this because I fucking got wasted at a party... I can't even remember where the party was, who was hosting it and when it happened and how it happened, but just ten minutes ago I took a pregnancy test and there's two blue lines on the test indicating that I am pregnant and exactly how many weeks I am pregnant.
I am seven weeks pregnant. Thank you Clear Blue. So I can figure out when this happened and recall the memories. But right now I am trying to stop vomiting some more. I hear footsteps from outside dragging like they are about to faint. I feel a presence in the bathroom.
I glance up to notice my father holding the pregnancy test I took ten minutes ago in shock, staring at it like his life depended on it. Where did he fin...find... Oh?!! Fuck... I left it on my dressing table! He must have seen it on his way out.
Well... I'm fucked.
"Baby girl... it makes sense why you're like this... why did you keep this away from me sweetheart?!" My father says worriedly.
He walks to me as I nervously took steps back to avoid his look and give distance between us. I can't even look at my father's face. I just can't. It will hurt him so much. It will anger him so much.
"I didn't... I just tested myself ten minutes ago father!" I say disappointingly.
My father walks to me as I quickly shuffle backwards in fright but he grabs my arms quick and gently as he raises my chin up so I am met with his eyes.
"Baby girl... I had a hunch you were pregnant, but I didn't want to assume that you were, so I thought that you might have caught the flu or a bad stomach ache or you ate something poisonous, I wasn't for sure which problem you had, three weeks of you vomiting fourteen times a day and four weeks of you subconsciously not knowing your body was procreating a child in your womb! It makes sense sweetheart and it's okay to be pregnant... I will never punish my daughter for the mistake she has done, I'm just worried about your health sweetheart... don't cry baby girl! Oh no don't cry honey!" My father eases.
I can't. He pulls me to his chest, rubbing my back soothingly. I'm crying hard, shaking in fear that a human being is being made in my uterus.
"It's okay baby girl... I'm here for you! I'll help you... I'll support you, I'll care for you like I have always have done when you came out of your mothers womb... don't cry munchkin!" My father reassures me.
"I-I-I fe-fe-feel l-l-l-like I-I d-d-deceived m-my fa-fa-family!" I cry effortlessly.
"No baby! Don't say that, Don't ever say that again! You have never deceived us darling! You have made us proud dear! I'm happy for you... I sincerely am happy for you sugarplum! I'm happy I brought you onto this earth sweetheart, you have made me and your mother proud darling, and now it's your turn to bring your son/daughter here into the world to teach them, to christen them, baptise them and I will always support you no matter what baby girl!" My father consoles me dearly
"I don't want to go to school tomorrow baba!" I cry.
"Okay sweetheart! But you know I have to tell your mother that your pregnant... she's really concerned about you right now, she's pacing up and down the room agitated that there's something wrong with you. Is it okay if I can show her this baby girl? She won't believe me!I'll bring it back darling!" My father says sweetly.
I nod, as he slowly and gently carries me in a bridal hold and lays me down onto my queen bed. He tucks me into bed, kissing the side of my head. I can't stop crying hard. I can't. He caresses my head, wiping my uncontrollable tears away.
"Baby girl! Stop crying... you'll get a headache! I'm coming back!" My father reassures.
I can't stop crying. My father quickly leaves the room and gently closes the door. I can't believe this is happening. I can't. How can I be so stupid?
A few minutes later...
The door opens and closes as someone gets in my queen sized bed from behind me and my father get in my bed in front of me. He wipes my dry and new tears away with tissue. I presume my mother is behind me. She wraps her arms around me gently, caressing my stomach soothingly as my father pulls my head to his chest, caressing my head sweetly.
"Sweetheart... stop crying... you'll get a migraine tomorrow and don't cry yourself to sleep darling... I'm ecstatic that your pregnant and I know eighteen is a young age, but I know many people from personal, to old, to celebrities friends... who had a child at the age of eighteen and I tell you know they were just like you, crying nights and days, upset that they can't move on with there independent life and enjoy life with a child coming a few months time..." My mother says sweetly.
"... I know it hurts to find out you are seven weeks pregnant, but like your father said 'it's a mistake you should learn from' but I should rephrase him and say 'it's a mistake you should learn from but never disown a miracle'... it's all trail and error sweetheart! Don't cry because you're going to be a mother, I tell you from experience as a mother, you will feel blessed when you have your first child..." She whispers knowingly.
"... You must stop crying, because if you cry and cry, you'll go nowhere, you should now figure how your going to plan your way around your child and also with your child, you have to save up all those tears you shed now, and I tell you save them up well for when you are going to give birth, because you are going to be an emotional wreck when pushing out maybe 7 to 10 pound baby, and you going to need to use all the tears in you to give birth to your precious child, but right now, plan, focus and ignore the haters..." She embarks passionately.
"God will guide you, God will strengthen you, God will forgive your sins, God will cover you in the blood of Jesus to protect you and your baby and I pray for you to be happy! I'll pray for you to cherish your son or daughter! I and your father will always be there for you no matter what! You are our daughter, our baby too and we are going to be righteous grandparents and I can't wait!" She gushes happily, kissing my cheek.
My mother is the most wonderful woman I got to idolise from. She is the most caring, lovely and beautiful mother I love and I am happy she isn't mad that I'm pregnant but we'll see what the future holds.
"M-Mama I-I-I'm s-s-s-scared!" I whimper, trying to catch my breath after crying for twenty five minutes.
I try to calm down, but right now I am hiccuping and sniffing, preventing myself to stop crying and get over the fact that I'm upset, ashamed and humiliated.
"I know baba (referencing to a cute chubby child)! I know its scary! But you have to fight that fright and overcome that fear! You don't want to frighten the baby nor yourself! Stay calm, be recollective, be proud and don't let anyone drag you down!" My mother reassures.
"I'm sorry mama and baba (referencing also to father) I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" I cry painlessly.
"Baby girl... stop crying! Do I and mother have to sing to keep you quiet?" My father complains.
"I can't stop!" I cry viciously.
He wraps his head around my neck, pulling me close to his embrace while my mum continues to rub my stomach.
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My father sings "You are here, Moving in our midst. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Working in this place. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Moving in our midst. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Working in this place. I worship you. I worship you"
My mother sings "Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. My God. That is who you are. Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. My God. That is who you are"
My father sings "You are here. Touching every heart. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Healing every heart. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Turning lives around. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Mending every heart. I worship you. I worship you"
My mother sings "Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. That is who you are. Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. My God. That is who you are"
My father sings "You wipe away all tears. You mend the broken heart. You're the answer to it all. Jesus. You wipe away all tears. You mend the broken heart. You're the answer to it all (to it all) Jesus"
My mother sings "Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. My God. That is who you are. Way maker. Miracle worker. Promise keeper. Light in the darkness. My God. That is who you are"
My father sings "You are here. Touching every life. I worship you. I worship you. You are here. Meeting. every need. I worship you. I worship you"
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My parents sing so beautifully and angelically. I sometimes amazed by their ability to sing. But that song put my mind off all the worries I have with me being pregnant and with them marvellously ending the song. I already fell into deep unconsciousness sleep.
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Author's Note:
I know this prologue is quite long but that's how I think it should end.
I hope you enjoy the beginning of the story and now you know what will happen later in the chapters!
Enjoy 😉
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