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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 17, 2011 12:04:28 GMT -8
The restaurant was quiet. Only a few people sat at tables. Kody Lynn sat alone, her boot clad feet tapping nervously, her hands carefully tying her straw wrapper in knots. Although it was winter, and she was cold, she could feel the sweat prick the back of her neck.
“Hello, my name is Christopher and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?” The young waiter asked, smiling at Kody flirtingly. She almost didn’t notice it through her nervousness and fear. If it were any other day, she probably would have been more friendly, but under today’s circumstances she simply asked for water and informed the man that she was waiting for someone. The waiter rebuffed without a smile, off to retrieve the water and lemon that she had asked for.
Kody Lynn was nervous. Her mind was rushing. What was she supposed to do? She was only nineteen. Sure, she always said that she was mature for her age, and she knew that when she first started her relationship with Dustin. She was mature enough and settled enough to have a relationship with a man six years older than she was, but was she mature enough to raise his child? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she struggled to settle her stomach. “Here is your water...” The waiter said, returning with a glass. He set it on the counter with a white plate containing sliced lemons.
“Thank you...” Kody said, and she placed her straw into the icy liquid and took a deep sip. She was freaking out, and she was struggling to keep her cool. “No more tears,” she whispered fiercely, and she forced herself to smile. Everything would be okay. She’d think of something. Rebuff and revise. She was good at that.
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Post by dustin on Jan 17, 2011 12:20:13 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',
'Coon dog in the back.
Truck bed loaded down with beer,
An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] THEN MAGICALLY IT WAS AN HOUR OR TWO LATER!
Hopping out of his black F350, Dustin sighed as he looked up at the restauront. Kody wanted to go out and eat with him, so he agreed. He liked this place pretty well, and there was nothing like spending time with her.
As he walked in, he glanced around for her. His eyes scanned the place, finally placing them on her. He grinned as he walked over, stopping beside her chair and kissing her on the cheek. "Hey darlin'," He said sweetly, touching her back with one of his hands. As he sat down, he noticed the waitor walking back over. After he stared at Dustin for minute, he asked what he wanted to drink. "Coke," He said, looking in front of him to Kody.
He seemed to stop as he stared at her. Something was wrong. She had the face where she was worried. He squinted at her before looking behind him. He couldn't help but to notice his heart beating a little faster. Anything she did that inquired that she was upset, didn't make him feel good. "How are you, babe?" He asked, hoping she'd reply with an 'I'm fine,' or even better.. an 'I'm GREAT!'. That'd be helpful.
As the waitor brought out his coke, he stook a slow sip. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he'd really like to know.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head,
An' my woman by my side.
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin':
"Country Boy Can Survive".
Well, if you got a problem with that,
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 17, 2011 12:48:37 GMT -8
When she saw him, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. She was so glad that he was finally here. The gurgle in her stomach seemed to ease a little as he sat down, and she leaned over to place a quick kiss on his mouth. “Hey baby,” She smiled. She felt more at ease now that he was here, but the familiar pang of nervousness was still in the pit of her stomach. He was a good man. She knew he was a good man. But she was still going to give him a way out if this wasn’t what he wanted. She took a deep breath in an effort to clear her head. How was she? Well... She wasn’t perfect, but she was doing better now that he was here.
“I’m okay, but even better now that you’re here. How are you?” Kody Lynn reached for her glass and took the straw between her lips, taking a deep sip. How was she supposed to say it? What exactly was she supposed to say. Her mind was drawing a blank. She felt the tears sting her eyes and she fought them off savagely.
It had been a week since she brought home the pregnancy test. She had stared at it in disbelief while the tears streamed down her face. Here she was, states away from home, with no one but Dustin, and now she was pregnant. Her heart was broken, and she couldn’t tell Dustin just then. Instead she called her brother, Thomas, and cried on the phone to him, unable to tell her parents for fear of ridicule. Thomas was quiet at first, listening to every word she said before clearing his throat. “Who’s the dad?” he had asked, and she could hear the irritation in his voice. Her brother was being his overprotective self again, and she was hasty to inform him about her relationship with Dustin. They had mulled over the normal pregnancy conversation. Her brother asked all the nosy brother questions. “Are you going to tell him?” and “Are you going to keep it?” She answered yes to both of them.
Kody Lynn gulped slowly, and took another deep breath, drawing in the air to her lungs and clearing her head. She had to tell him, and she couldn’t keep it inside any longer. She couldn’t just sit there and allow the conversation to persist, eat food, and act like everything was normal when it wasn’t. That would be too painful for her to bare.
“Alright. I guess I’m just going to come out and say it... Because I don’t know how else to tell you, so just... Bare with me please?” She said, and she folded and unfolded her hands. She took another deep breath, pausing. The silence felt like forever before she finally found the right words. “I’m pregnant, Dustin...” She said slowly, but that didn’t feel right on her lips. Not hers, not Kody Lynn Marie Porter. Not the girl who so carefully guarded herself. Not her. But it was true, and as rotten as it felt on her lips, it was the truth. “I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure... My doctor’s appointment was Friday, and the blood work confirmed it.”
Kody Lynn sighed deeply, and the tears pricked her eyes again. She looked away quickly. Here it came. This was the big part. “I can understand if you don’t want anything to do with this... So I’m giving you the option. I know this isn’t what you asked for, but I am keeping the baby, and nothing will change my mind on that...” Near the end, her voice was strong and unyielding. She had always wanted a baby. Always. She had done so many things that she wasn’t proud of, but ending the life of her own baby wouldn’t be added to that list. She had too much integrity for that. “I know this isn’t what you asked for, and I know we’re both young... So I’m not going to hold a baby over your head if you choose that this isn’t what you want in your life right now.” As much as it pained her, she was being completely honest. She knew it was as much of her responsibility as it was his. It took two to tango. It took two to conceive a child, and she was ready to take on the consequences. If he decided this wasn’t what he wanted, she would move back home. She would figure something out, but she wasn’t going to get rid of this baby.
Kody Lynn cleared her throat, her eyes were misty, and she scrubbed them with the back of her hand. No more tears. No more tears. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry. Now it was time to be strong, to be an adult, not a little teenager crying over spilled milk. This wasn’t spilled milk, it was a baby, and it was a big deal.
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Post by dustin on Jan 19, 2011 18:10:54 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',
'Coon dog in the back.
Truck bed loaded down with beer,
An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] THEN MAGICALLY IT WAS AN HOUR OR TWO LATER!
When she smiled at him, it made him feel a lot better. "I'm great!" He said with a grin, taking another sip of his drink. He placed his hands on his legs, wiping the sweat off that was forming. He had a bad sweating habit. When he thought something was wrong, he couldn't help but start getting hot. He sweat, got red in the face. It was one of those things. He placed his hands back to the table, clasping them together and pursing his lips. He glanced around, then back to her. She was okay? That was it, just okay. Usually she was giddy, happy, excitable. Today was different.
As he watched her facial expressions change, he wondered how bad it could be. When she spoke again, saying she was just going to come out and say it, he felt his heart drop. What was happening? Was the woman of his dreams about to leave him? Was she sick? Did someone or something die? What? "Okay" He said, his voice stern. He couldn't fake happy right now. He took a deep breath before taking a sip of his coke. As the words I'm pregnant escaped her lips, he choked a little bit. He took a second, settnig his drink back down. He looked at her, disbelief in his eyes. He had thought about being a father, but not this much. He took in another deep breath, exhaling slowly. Before he could say anything, she spoke again.
He heard what she was saying, but it all didn't register. He got enough to understand. He took in the rest of her words, feeling confused. Why would she think he didn't want anything to do with it? Not that she straight out said it, but he got the memo that's what she thought. He felt his stomach gurgle, thoughts flying through his head. Money. Diapers. Food. Toys. Furniture. Hospital Bills. He leaned twords her in his chair, his eyes matching her. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he shook his head at her. Reaching for her hand, he grasped it in his. "This is everything I asked for, Kody" He said softly, feeling bad. As a tear dropped from his right eye, he smiled at her. "This is what I've wanted ever since I knew what 'family' meant," He began, his voice starting to get shaky "I knew the moment I met you I wanted to be with you, and I'm going to take care of everything you and the baby need."
He almost couldn't believe it was happening. He had always wanted a family of his very own. Kids running around left and right, hell, he loved them. He loved Kody, too. He squeezed her hand, not trying to stop the tears. They weren't sad tears, they were pure happy tears. "I love you, I swear I'd never leave you alone" He said, another one of his signature grins crossing his mouth.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head,
An' my woman by my side.
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin':
"Country Boy Can Survive".
Well, if you got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass. [/font] |
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 19, 2011 19:05:32 GMT -8
She sat so still, brick still, completely motionless after the words left her mouth. She didn’t notice until after he said his first words, that she was holding her breath. When the words left his mouth, she was shocked and she didn’t hide the tears anymore. Like a damn holding back furious waters, the tears stung her eyes until she could no longer keep them held back, and then they came freely. She wanted to sob, to curl up into his arms, her face in his neck, and to breathe his scent. Her heart was pounding, and her stomach was stirring, not from nervousness this time, but from pure relief. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say. She had been so terribly scared; the most terrified she had ever been in her entire life, to tell Dustin about her pregnancy. She was petrified that he was going to decide that this wasn’t what he wanted. That a baby wasn’t something he was ready for just yet. “Sorry, Kody... I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment right now...” She had replayed the words over and over in her mind while she sat waiting for him, and after he had spoken the exact opposite, she couldn’t help but cry. She took a long deep breath and let the tears come for three seconds before fighting them off again.
“I thought you were going to tell me that this wasn’t something you wanted...” She choked, swallowing back the urge to cry again. What was wrong with her? She never cried. Ever. Perhaps it was her hormones that were out of wack, but all she felt like doing was crying. She leaned over the table quickly, taking Dustin by the collar of his shirt. She pulled herself close to him and pulled his face to hers, putting her lips to his. She could taste the saltiness of tears on his lips, and she knew then that he was crying too. He said that he loved her, that he would never leave her alone. That was a promise that meant so much to her.
Slowly, Kody wiped the tear from his eye with her thumb, and replaced it with a gentle kiss. Her lips brushing the skin below his eye, and didn’t hesitate to inhale his scent. The same smell she loved so much. Dirt and horse, laced with a bit of sweat and maybe chewing tobacco. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of it. “I love you Dustin.” And she slowly withdrew, leaning back in her seat as she allowed the feeling of calm nerves to fall over her. Like a wave of warm water, the felt her body settle. “Are you ready to order?” A man’s voice came through her thoughts, and when she opened her eyes the waiter was there again, a cheesy smile on her face. She blinked slowly and explained that she wasn’t hungry with a short, mild smile. She watched as the man nodded and then disappeared into the back. Kody took another deep breath. “I guess I’m about three weeks along right now... But we’ll know the sex of the baby at fifteen weeks...” It still sounded weird to hear to speak of babies and weeks, and the sex of an unborn child that was growing inside of her. It was strange to hear these words come from her mouth. “I was so scared you were going to try to talk me out of keeping the baby...” She admitted with a sigh, clasping her hands over her face to hide her embarrassment, but also to show her utter relief. She was terrified that he was going to ask her to get rid of it, to beg her not to keep it. What was she thinking? This wasn’t some immature punk that she was in a relationship with... It was Dustin. He wasn’t any of the other guys she had dated. He was him. He was beautiful and strong, like an oak tree. He was her oak tree, and she felt terribly comfortable leaning against him. “I’m sort of scared...” She admitted and her face flushed deep pink. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I have to tell my parents...” She closed her eyes again and took another deep breath. Her mother was going to have a heart attack.
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