“You’re living…here, son?” Nancy wrinkled her nose in disgust as she looked around our small home. “With her?” She narrowed her eyes at me and sat down at the table. “We made a deal. Does this mean the you’ll be paying me back…with interest?” I snorted and shook my head. “No. I can’t. Besides, Nancy, we both know that the money was to keep me from talking about how you drugged me. It wouldn’t be good for your political career if that little piece of gossip got around, right?” I gave her a nasty smile. “Blackmail? I didn’t think you had it in you.” She almost sounded as if she were in awe. “Me either.” I shrugged.
“Okay, I’m getting really tired of hearing this woman’s voice, Val. It’s like nails on a chalkboard. Why are we here?” Mom groaned and checked her watch. “I have to get to class soon.” I cleared my throat and looked over at my husband. “We got married yesterday and we’re going to raise our child here together.” Johnny gazed back at me proudly. Our mothers stared at us in shock then both started talking at the same time.
“I can’t believe you got married.” Mom pouted. “I would have liked to have been there. Did you not think of my feelings at all, Val?” I tried to apologize to her but I couldn’t be heard over Nancy’s high pitched wailing. “You can’t be serious!” She shrieked. “That baby is not yours! It can’t be! It could be your father’s for all you know.” Johnny sighed and buried his face in his hands. “But if it is and that’s a big if…then the two of you can’t raise it! You’re no more than children yourselves. Someone else will have to do it. Like me! I can’t let it grow up in the slums!”
“Mother! That’s enough! If you make one more threat, you’ll never see this child. We’ll cut you from her life just as easily as you cut me from yours.” Johnny told her but I’d already had enough. “I can’t listen to this anymore…I should’ve known that neither of them would be reasonable. I’m going to lie down.” I didn’t make it very far though. A slow trickle of warm fluid ran down my legs and puddled around my feet. “Johnny!” I called urgently from the hallway. “Get my hospital bag! It’s time!” My mom ran to me with a bewildered expression on her face. “Time? It can’t be time! You still have four weeks left!”
“Mom…my water broke.”