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Blanket's Mother (part six)
Enjoy!! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Seven Months Later, December 23, 2001* I was at my house kitchen, shuffling through my counters and my refrigerator. "Damn it! Where the hell is it?" Obviously, I was angry because I couldn't find some taco shells and some jelly to make a jelly taco. I know that sounds gross and wrong, but I was seven months pregnant, so what do you expect? I was craving the weirdest of things, from pickles and rasberry frozen yogurt to ice to even dirt and clay. I was grumpy all of the time, my back hurt so badly, it was impossible for me to walk or stand for even ten minutes, and my breasts were always sore and swollen. I know most women are so happy and la-de-da all when they're pregnant, but I was the complete opposite of that, my friends. I didn't like being pregnant at all. It was like I was in jail, because of all the things I was restricted from ever since I became pregnant. When I was four months, the doctor told me that I couldn't paint for a while, because all of the chemicals from the paint that I breathed in could damage the baby. That made me upset, but at least Michael was always with me during my pregnancy. He would come to my house all of time and would call to see how the baby was doing and all of that. Michael and I weren't dating or anything; we weren't anything since the night I lost my virginity and got pregnant with the child that I was carrying at the time. We were just friends...with some benefits, however. But Michael was such a good friend to me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he would be an excellent father. One question you might be thinking: Did you still have any contact with Prince and Paris? The answer is totally. They were irresistable to me and they loved being around me. Everytime I was with them, they would follow me all around and they would want to be with me. Paris would always hold my hand and walk along beside me, just giving me her sweet smile. I loved those kids, and I almost treated them as if they were mine. Yes, they knew that I would have their little brother and they were so excited about it. One day, Michael called me over the phone when I was infuriated over the jelly taco situation. Me: What? (sounding irritated) Michael: Ooh...someone's a little irritated today... Me: (sighs of annoyance) Don't play shit with me, Michael. I'm pissed off. Michael: (sighs) And why are you pissed off? Me: 'Cuz, I can't find some goddamn jelly to make me jelly taco!I'm pissed as hell! I've been dreaming about a jelly taco ever since I woke up and I'm not getting my damn taco! Damn, I'm soooo pissed... Michael: (trying not to laugh) Okay. Why don't I put on my disguise, go run to the store and get you some taco shells and jelly for you? Me: (smiles) Thanks, Mike. Michael: (giggles) No problem, V... Thirty minutes later, he arrived in some shades and a 'stache, holding a grocery bag, full of stuff, not just jelly and taco shells. Me: Michael, I told you only to get some taco shells and jelly... Michael: Well, I wanted to get a few more things, since I want to make you a fine dinner instead of that McDonalds junk you eat everyday. Just to let you know, I was kinda on the poor side and "junk" that Michael would call, like McDonalds and pop tarts were the only foods I could afford. It's expensive to be healthy you know... Me: Thanks... Michael came up to me and squinted his eyes. Michael: Let me smell your breath... Me: Why? Michael: Open your mouth... Me: No... Ever since my pregnancy, he had always told me not to eat dirt, but when he wasn't around me, I would sneak a couple pints of dirt, and when he would come over, I would hide them some place he couldn't find. Michael: Are you eating dirt again, V? Me: (trying to distract him) Ooh, do you see the TV? Justin Timberlake is moonwalking on stage! Michael: Nice try, Violet...let me smell your breath... Me: Fine. (opens my mouth) Michael: Violet! I told you not to eat that! You know it cannot be healthy for the baby. Me: (sighs) Michael, chill.... Michael: No, I will not. This is dangerous, and I don't want my son to get hurt (we found out we were having a little boy when I was three months) Me: Okay...I'll let go of dirt for good... Michael: Good. (smiles) Uh...Violet? Me: Yeah... Michael: You know I love you, right? Me: Yes... Michael: And we're going to have a baby together in two months... Me: Mmm hmm... Michael: I was wondering...if....after the baby's born...we could start a life together. Me: (getting nervous) What do you mean? Michael got down on one knee. I gasped because it was all so sudden. We only had sex just once and now he's asking me to marry him? This was all too much... Michael: (puts a diamond ring on my finger) Violet Maria Summer...will you marry me? Me: (starts to cry) Michael... I loved him with all of my heart, but this was so hard. I was going to have a baby that I didn't even want and this put me at risk for being a media target. I was only 18 and he was now 43, so this was getting a little heavy. Me: Michael...you know I love you...and I really want to be with you...but...this is too much for me to take. I-I can't marry you...I'm sorry. Michael: (hurt and about to cry) B-But...we love each other. Me: I know, but I can't do it. I'm not ready... As a response, Michael didn't say anything. He just walked out of the house and ran to his car in the soaking rain, and I heard him crying. I ran after him, even in my pregnant condition, with my bulging belly and everything. Me: MICHAEL, WAIT! He didn't listen. His car swerved out of my driveway and hit the road. I stood in the pouring rain, barefooted and in nothing but my sweatpants and sweatshirt, crying, regretting that I had did that, but I had to speak for my heart. I wasn't ready... TBC... Please vote!
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