Unexpected Chapter 22A Chapter by Julie Beth moth 7 and going to grandpa's house! I threw my black duffle bag in the trunk of Carson's car. Why did it always seem like I was carrying this thing around? Was it so hard for me just to stay in one place? I sighed as the front door of the condo slammed shut. I looked up to see Carson hoping down the stairs. He was wearing a white t-shirt and tan khakis; he had to go to work after he dropped me off. "Carson, I honestly don't see the point in you driving me." I stated. "It's a waste of time, gas, and money. My mom could just drive me." I yawned as Carson gave me a hug. "You're worth it." Carson retorted as he kissed my forehead. "It's absolutely sick that you can be so awake at this hour. Carson, it’s four in the morning and it's a five hour dive there and back, then you have to go straight to work for six hours! That is going to be a long day for you." I pleaded. It's not that I didn't want Carson to drive me; it's just that I know he gets antsy sitting in a car for too long. I just don't think it's a good idea. "I'll be fine Maddy, don't worry. Now come on, if we don't leave now, I’ll be late for work." Carson said smirking as he opened to door to his beat up 1990 Acura Legend as I sighed in defeat. He's already awake and ready to win an argument, might as well give in. "Wanna stop for coffee?" Carson asked once he got in the car and buckled up. I looked at him with the death glare. I love coffee, and I swear I already told Carson about this. He must be stupid. Why are guys so freaking stupid? "What?" Carson demanded clearly clueless. "Carson, I already told you this before, I'll tell you this again, I'm not allowed to drink coffee while I’m pregnant. So stop being an a*s and rubbing it in my face." I said sternly staring at the condo... Carson let out a breath and probably rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I forgot. How about milk?" Carson was uncomfortable now. Probably because I was so pissy. Stupid mood swings... "I hate milk." I said blankly as Carson pulled out. "Okay then Apple juice it is." Carson said cheerfully. I looked over at him and he was looking back at me. "I know it's four in the morning, but people are still driving so you might want to look at the road instead of me." I brushed a strand of my hair out of my face. Carson sighed, "Fine if you want me to look at the ugly road, I guess I will." Carson replied as he put one hand on my knee, smiled, and looked at the road.
Two hours later, we pulled over at a 24 hour coffee shop. Carson got coffee and a bagel with cream cheese, and I got apple juice with grilled chicken bagel sandwich. It had grilled chicken, cheese, and bacon. "I'm sorry," Carson said looking at the cheese oozing out of my sandwich. "But that looks disgusting. You're eating a lot of chicken too. I don't understand how you haven’t gotten sick yet." I took a bite of my sandwich, if I wasn't pregnant, then I would never eat this. "Yeah, I have a weird appetite." I said as I took a sit of my apple juice. I frowned; it wasn't the same as coffee. I looked up at Carson to see him smiling back at me. "You know you want a sip of my coffee." Carson teased me. He slides the coffee across the table to me. One sip couldn't hurt. I took the coffee and took a sip. The sweet taste of Carmel exploded in my mouth. I couldn't just take one sip. After five big sips, Carson took his coffee back laughing. "Now that you've drunk most of my coffee, are you ready to go?" I looked down at my sandwich and took my last bite. "Yep." I said smiling as we got up. I grabbed my apple juice and went out to the car as Carson was paying for our food. I got in the car and buckled up. I hated being in someone’s car alone, I always felt awkward. I was sitting there waiting for Carson, when I felt a sharp jab on the left side of my stomach. My hand flew to the left side of my stomach as I gasped in pain. It didn't hurt that much, I just think I gasped because it caught me off guard. I was so focused on my stomach I didn't realize Carson was outside of the car "What happened? Are you okay?" He demanded as he leaned over to look at my stomach. "I'm fine," I reassured Carson. "He just kicked me and I didn't expect it." I replied rubbing the spot where the baby kicked. "Are you sure you're okay." Carson was still concerned. I sighed as replied, "It was probably the coffee. This is why I’m not allowed to drink it." Carson looked at me and laughed. "That's what you get for being a rebel." He replied as he kissed my forehead, and then once again started out on our trip.
One thing I don't like about long drives is there’s not much to do. We got stuck in traffic when we were half way there. We ran out of things to talk about and the radio plays the same two songs over and over again. Eventually after Carson went through every radio channel known to god, we turned it off. I stared out the window at the bride we were on. It wasn't one of those super tall bridges, just a flat one. It went of forever and we weren't moving at all. I sighed, "Hey Carson, guess what!" I said in a fake cheerful voice. "What?" Carson replied in his flat voice as he shifted in his seat. I could bet money that he wanted to get out of the car and jump off the bridge. He hated traffic. "I think you're going to be late for work." I smiled and looked at him. He looked back at me with his flat expression. "Hey Maddy guess what!" He replied mocking my voice. I giggled. "WHAT?" I shouted. "I honestly don't care about being late for work; I think I would rather jump off this damn bridge right now." I laughed. I am always right. Carson looked at me smiling. "I'm not kidding Maddy. I will." Carson tried to say this with a serious face but he failed and ended up laughing. We were on that bridge for an hour, and then the traffic started to lighten up. We were playing a stupid car game, but eventually gave up. Once we got off the bridge, Carson looked at me and asked "Where too?" "Don't think this is over so quickly, we still have another hour to go." I replied. Carson gave me a death glare. "That's not funny Maddy." "I wasn't kidding Carson." I said as I pointed to the exit. "Take this exit here." Carson sighed. "Hey I warned you didn't want to do this." I replied smiling. It was fun to watch him suffer. After another hour and two minutes, we finally made it to Grandpa's house. I don't think I have ever seen Carson so relieved. "You want to come in?" I asked as we pulled up. Carson looked down at the steering wheel. "I do, but I’ll be late for work." he replied sadly. I sighed and nudged him. "Come on Carson, you're already late, call in sick or something." I replied as he looked at me. "Eh, why not." Carson got out of the car and so did I. He stared at my grandpa's beautiful big white house. "Your sick Grandfather lives in a huge house." Carson said. I laughed. "I know I used to love coming down here when I was little. My cousins would be here and we would all play a huge game of hide and seek. It was so much fun." I explained as Carson got my bag out of the trunk. When we walked inside the house, Hannah came running up to us and attached herself to my leg. "Maddy's here! I missed you!" Hannah shouted. I chuckled. "Hannah, sweetie, you have to be a bit more quiet. Grandpa can here you and you'll probably wake him up." I told her in a calm voice. "Oh Maddy stop worrying." A voice came from down the hall. I looked up and saw my grandpa in a wheelchair slowly making his way to us. He looked tired. His grey hair was freshly cut, and his brown eyes behind his glasses were tired, yet they had a hint of happiness. "It's bad to worry when you're pregnant." A smile grew across my face. "Hi Grandpa." I said as I went over to give him a hug. He hugged me back as tight as he could. "It's good to see you baby girl, I’m going to miss you so much." He whispered in my ear. Then he spoke in his normal voice, which was a bit weak today. He must be in pain. 'Now, who's this young lad that's carrying your bag?" I smiled Carson had no idea how nosy my grandpa was, I guess he was about to find out. © 2011 Julie BethReviews
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