Unexpected Chapter 19A Chapter by Julie Beth month 6 I have a head ache. The car ride from my dad’s condo to Carson's should only be fifteen minutes, but it seems like fifteen hours. Hannah is sobbing uncontrollably and I have no idea what to do about it. I tried to get her to talk to me but she won't. I couldn't tell if Carson was getting annoyed or not, but I guess he was. After five minutes into the car ride, Carson pulled over, and turned off the car. He put his head on the steering wheel and sighed. "Hannah, sweetie," I said in my soft baby voice. "You need to try and calm down." "I-i-i-i c-c-an-'t" Hannah said trying to gasp for air as she sobbed. "Yes you can sweetie. Do you want a drink of water?" "N-n-no." Hannah yelled as she hugged her blue bunny tight to her stomach. I looked over at Carson and sighed. He still had his head down. I remembered when he said he wanted to keep the baby. I smiled, this will teach him. "Why are you smiling?!" Hannah screamed. "This isn't funny!" She picked up her bunny and threw it at me. I bunny hit me in the head and plopped on the arm rest in between Carson and I. "Okay." Carson sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. My heart started racing. Cars were flying by us and he just walks gets out of the car. I can see why he's so afraid of me walking to his condo. "Carson!" I shouted. I opened my door, unbuckled, and got out of the car. Carson was at the back of his car with the trunk open. "What are you doing?" I questioned. Carson just shook his head and continued to rummage through his trunk. "Carson." I said again a bit annoyed that he wouldn't answer me. Once again he ignored me and kept going through the trunk. I glanced in the trunk and tried to see what he was doing. In his trunk, he had a flashlight, spare tire, blanket, and two black backpacks with stuff in them. "You know Carson, you wanted to keep the baby, and this is why I said no. I was afraid that i would be doing this alone." I responded trying to sound harsh, so i could get some kind of response out of him. I waited for him to snap, for him to come up with some hurtful response, for him to say anything, but he still didn't say anything. "God damn it Carson! Will you freaking answer me already!" I shouted at him as i put my hands over my eyes. I don't know why I’m about to cry, but i don't want Carson to see. Carson looked up from what he was doing and saw me crying. I hate being pregnant, i can't control anything anymore. I felt Carson’s arms wrap around me, but i pushed him away. "Stop it!" I demanded. I can't take this anymore. The tears were coming down harder and i felt the need to choke someone. "Stop what?" Carson said a bit confused. "Stop sending me mixed signals!" I shouted. Great, now he has to deal with two crying girls. "Were not together anymore. You broke up with me two hours ago, and you're still acting like my boyfriend! I can't take these damn mind games anymore." Carson took a step back and sighed. I could tell that he was hurt by this. I felt bad, but it was the truth. I can't keep playing these mind games. One second he tells me we need a break and the next he's saying he loves me. I already have enough problems on my hands. The last thing i need is this from him. "I'm sorry." I said as I wiped away the tear rolling down my cheek. "It's the hormones. I just can't take this much." Carson nodded his head and went back to rummaging in his trunk. "Can you please tell me what you are looking for? If you're only doing this to get away from the screaming five year old in the car, then can you stop? I just want to go to someplace familiar." I asked. Carson pulled out one of his black backpacks and put it opened it. "Yeah, give me a second. You can go wait in the car. I know it's in this bag, so I’ll be there in a second." Carson said as he opened the smallest compartment on the black backpack. "Can I ask what you're looking for?" I questioned with a bit of attitude. I ran my hand through my brunette hair and shifted my weight onto my right foot. I hated this. Being pregnant and standing on a road waiting for Carson to get back in the car. Everyone could see me, and I’m not going to lie. I feel embarrassed. "Something that will cheer Hannah up. Don't worry; I’m not going to ditch you...again." Carson said the last word so softly. He didn't want me to hear it. but he wanted himself to hear it. I could tell that he was mad at himself for doing this, but it's not his fault. I mess up and he acted the way he should. I sighed. "Alright, I’ll go see if i can calm her down." Carson nodded as I went back into the car. I turned around to face Hannah, who is sobbing even harder. I never thought that was possible, but i guess it is. "Hannah, why are you trying harder, sweetie?" "Because i-i-i m-ad-e y-y-y-you and C-ar-s-s-son fight." Hannah wailed. My heart dropped. The hardest thing for Hannah was watching mom and dad fight. I remember having to read her a bedtime story, or play the radio to distract her from all the fighting. I always told her that I wouldn't be like them. That if i had a problem, I would calmly work it out. I guess that's another thing i should add to my list of lies. "Hannah, sweetie I’m sorry. I know i told you i wouldn't fight, but i just lost my temper. I know that's no excuse, but let me tell you something. It's not your fault. You are not the cause of me yelling at Carson. It is between me and him. Okay? Don't you ever blame yourself for something like this." I said as i leaned over the seat to give her an awkward hug and kiss her forehead. "I love you Hannah. No matter what okay?" I told her as I pushed a strand of hair out of her puffy red eyes. "I love you to Maddy." Hannah sniffled. Carson opened the door on the driver’s side and climbed in. He put on his seat belt and then turned back to look at Hannah. "Cookie dough bites?" Carson asked her as he held out a small box of cookie dough bites to Hannah. Hannah's face lit up with joy as she held out her hand. Carson opened the box and poured some in her. Carson turned to me holding the box in his hand. "Do you want some?" He asked shaking the box of cookie dough bites. "Oh god no, I will throw it up in a heartbeat. Trust me on this. The pregnancy is messing with me." I told him, but then i smiled. "But thanks for asking anyways." "Are you kidding? You use to eat this all the time before you got pregnant. When you have the baby I sw-" Carson cut himself off. He realized what he was doing. "Sorry about earlier with the mixed signals and all. I guess i just don't realise it. But i did mean what I told you earlier when we were in your room. Just give me time." Carson said sadly "It's okay." I replied. "Why do you have cookie dough bites in your trunk?" That was the only thing i was thinking about right now. It did seem weird. "Never know when you're going to get stranded." Carson replied with a smirk on his face. i didn't even want to know what he was thinking. Hannah was quiet for the rest of the car ride. Actually, by the time we got back to Carson and Xavier's condo, she was asleep. Carson, being the very paranoid person he is, insisted on taking Hannah out of the car along with her and my stuff. He thinks that if i pick up a child, i will go into labor or break my back or something else that would affect my well being. When I got into the condo, it was starting to get dark out. Carson told me i should take a shower, but i was really lazy and didn't feel like it. Of course i would do it later on, just not now. Besides, Xavier's in the shower and as much as i love him, i don't want to take a shower with him, or anything else for that matter. Hannah didn't wake up. She stayed asleep until mom got here. Our conversation was short and wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. No hugs or kisses, no i love you. It's not like i didn't expect this. It is my mother, but i could hope, i guess. She told me that we would talk about this soon. I have no idea when soon is, so i guess I’ll just have to wait and see. After my mom left, I went to go take a shower. I haven't seen Xavier at all yet. He had to go to work and i guess i feel asleep while waiting for my mom. I'll just see him tomorrow i guess, after all, I still have school. My shower was warm and i wasn't use to this. The showers at dad's house are always really cold, up to the point where I’m shivering. When I got out, I put on my white tank top and a black long-sleeved shirt along with some white Hollister capris. I walked into the living room where i assumed i would be sleeping, but Carson was lying on the couch in a t-shirt and gym shorts. I have to admit, i was really disappointed he was wearing a shirt, but it probably was for the best. I wouldn't want to be the one sending him mixed signals. "Um, Carson," Carson turned his body to look at me. He was giving me that look. The look that tells me he thinks i look pretty. He knows i can tell what he wants to say. I blush and look down. "I thought i was sleeping on the couch." "Hell no Maddy. You're pregnant. That's not good for you." Carson said as he sat up. "It's not good for you either. Teenagers need more sleep than anyone. How are you going to get a good night’s sleep on that couch?" I retorted as i pulled my tank top up just to make sure i wasn't showing anything. "Well not only are you pregnant, but you are a teenager. So that must mean you need more sleep than me. So you should just go to bed." Carson argued. "Cars-" I whined but Carson cut me off. "Maddy you need sleep. You’re pregnant, and your grades are spiraling down because of it. Sleeping on a lumpy couch is not going to help that. It would make me feel ten times better if you just slept in my room." Carson pleaded. I looked at him and i could tell he really didn't want me to sleep on the couch. I wasn't going to argue. I was too tired for that. "Fine." I sighed in defeat as i started off down the hallway to Carson's room. I went over to his bed and climbed into his familiar sheets that smelt like him. I know he's right down the hall, but i miss him so much. I was about to fall asleep, but i couldn't because i was too cold. I climbed out of bed, went into Carson's closet, pulled out a sweat shirt, curled up back in Carson's bed, and drifted off to sleep. © 2011 Julie BethAuthor's Note
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