Nobody's Fool

Meeting the Parents

****Meme’s POV****

We have been at my home for 3 hours when the doorbell rang.  Drew and Linda came in with his parents right behind.  After we were introduced, Mama S. gave me a hug and took me to the couch saying that I needed to be seating down and resting.  I can tell she is going to keep me from over doing things, she has already called a local OB/GYN doctor and set up my first appointment for me, which is in a few days.  While we were sitting she told me about it and her reasoning for getting me in so quickly.  It sems she didn’t know that she was carrying twins until they popped out of her and she didn’t want that to happen to me.  Since twins obviously run in their family and males, especially when they are a set of identical twins, have a higher chance of producing multiples themselves.  Now I’m beginning to get a bit worried, not because I don’t want more than one child, but more so that I hate pain in general.  The thought of going through labor longer so I can give birth to one right after another.  This makes me seriously consider talking over the pros and cons of having a C-section instead of having a natural birth if I’m indeed carrying multiple babies.  Thankfully, that is quite a few months to make up my mind on the subject and don’t have to decide this issue tonight. 

General conversation turned from my pregnancy to the wedding; where, when, and who to invite.  My parents had passed several years before but I had an older brother who would be more than willing to give me away.  I wanted to wait until after my first ultrasound, but Jonathan wanted to marry me as soon as they could fly my brother to Vegas and get him suited up in a tux.  Luckily, finding a dress would take longer than a few days because I’d have to get it sized and fitted.  To appease him, the ladies and I declared we would hit a few bridal shops the next morning.  I moved to the kitchen to make something for everyone since it was now dinner time and Mama S. joined me as I pulled various meats out of the fridge.  I asked her if she thought we should grill since it was beautiful outside, and she agreed.  We quickly worked together to get it all prepped while the ‘men’ got the BBQ pit ready, which ended up with Anna and Linda getting the flame started for them.  While they stayed outside to watch over the meat and make sure it didn’t burn, I started making cookies using a box of cake mix and Mom, as she instructed me to call her, made a few side items, like a salad and baked beans.  She watched me add a few extra items to the cake mix to thicken it up and was amazed at how easily I turned a yellow cake into chocolate chip cookies that tasted amazing.  I took a bit of the normal mix and made a few cupcakes with the batter before improvising like my mother had shown me years before.  My mom used to make these cake cookies every year for Christmas and give them to the local police department as well as the firemen, who watched over our town, as a way of thanking them for risking their lives on a daily basis for the citizens of our community.  I had since taken up the mantle and made began making more varieties as I figured out how to add raisins, oatmeal, or peanut butter to the batter.  Instead of plain chocolate cookies they now got a platter with sugar, oatmeal raisin, peanut butter, pumpkin, and snickerdoodle cookies as well as the standard chocolate chip.  I was planning on still making them for both the first responders at home and here in Vegas.  I would ship them to my brother so he could take them to the local precincts for me and I would make sure that there was enough for him and his family to enjoy as always.  Soon we were all sitting at the main table enjoying all the food, I ate a bit, but something has a smell that was upsetting to my stomach, so I didn’t push it.  The thought of having my first bout of morning sickness this quickly wasn’t a pleasant one and the last thing I wanted to do was have to make a mad dash for the nearest bathroom to vacate my stomach.  I was glad Mama S. had made the appointment and I could get some anti-nausea medication before I got too far into the first trimester.  They all raved at my cookies, saying they couldn’t wait to see my full repertoire around Christmas time.  Once the dishes were cleaned up, Mom and Dad, stated they would be staying with me until the wedding so they could get to know me better without others around.

After many protests from Jonathan, he and the rest left for the night.  As soon as the door was shut behind them his parents’ attitude changed from happy and joyful to almost hostile.  Over the next 2 hours until it was time to head to bed, I had to endure a consistent stream of questions.  It would appear that they believed I had trapped their son by getting pregnant and was just a gold-digging tramp in their eyes.  That is the real reason for my first pre-natal visit happening as fast as it was, his Mama wanted to catch me out in a lie about being pregnant in order to free her precious son from my evil grasp. I knew how close Jonathan was to his parents and if I told him what they were saying, accusing me of, he would be devasted, so I just cried myself to sleep after sending him a reply goodnight text.  He said everyone was coming back at lunchtime because his parents loved having alone time with me.  Great another morning of accusations and veiled threats that they would break us up before I could get my hands on more of his money!  Yippee! NOT! 

I got up early and tried to make an egg scramble for breakfast, but the smell of coffee mixed with bacon was too much for my fragile stomach.  Of course, they indicted they believed I had stuck my fingers down my throat in order to vomit and make it look like I had morning sickness.  I was too ill to care at this point and left them for make their own meal as I sipped on the bottle of water Mr. S. brought me.  The main hostility was coming from Jonathan’s mother more than from his dad, I could tell from the first moment he was a Mama’s boy and that had me worried especially after how hard she came at me the night before.

*** Flashback ***

Mrs. S.:  How did you meet my son?

Me:  I was driving for a rideshare company and picked him up from a local night spot in my hometown.  He called them a few days later saying he left something in my car and when I couldn’t find it I went back to where I dropped him off so he could look.

Mr. S.:  What did he forget?

Me:  Me, he said he forgot to get my number so we could talk again because he thoroughly enjoyed our conversation during the ride back to the house he was renting for the trip.

Mrs. S.:  So, you what gave him a blowjob or slept with him that night?

Me:  NO!  I wouldn’t risk that kind of interaction with any male I drive, plus I don’t know how to give a blowjob.  I’ve only been with 3 men in my life before your son.  He was the one who kissed me before asking me out on a date the for the night after I made the trip for him to search my car.

Mrs. S.:  How long have you been sleeping with my son since you arrived in Vegas?  The entire time?

Me:  NO!  The night before my gastric surgery was scheduled he came over to apologize and one thing led to another when he kissed me. 

Mrs. S.:  You expect me to believe you haven’t been putting out for the last 2 months? 

Me:  It’s the truth, he and I slept, and I mean ‘slept’ that night and I was told the next day by the nurse my surgery would have to be delayed since I was intimate the day before until my blood could be tested for increased levels of HCG, which would mean I was pregnant.

Mr. S.:  So, when you were at the hospital yesterday that is what you were having tested?

Me:  Yes, sir.  The doctor informed us all that I am expecting.  Jonathan proposed a few minutes later after the doctor left the room.

Mrs. S.:  Do we look like idiots to you?  You obviously set-up something with the doctor to proclaim you pregnant so you could snag Jonathan.  A gold-digging slut is what you are, who is going to try and take my son for all his money.

Me:  ENOUGH!  I have been nice and listened to you make all these awful comments, but I am not and have never been after Jonathan for his money and if that is all you think he is good for to women in general, you are insulting your son in an indescribable way.  He is the one who put the moves on me, not the other way around.  Yes, it took him this long to break down my defenses because I knew people would think and say what you are.  You obviously don’t know Jonathan as well as think you do, or you would know he is a strong willed man, and NO ONE can take him for a ride.  The very fact that you waited until he had left to throw these accusations at me tells me that you don’t trust his judgement, which means you don’t trust yourselves since you are the ones who gave him his core values.  I am done listening to this for the night because I have had an eventful day and need to rest.  Goodnight, I’m sure you can find your way to the room you are staying in.  Oh, and don’t mess with my cats or I will have to play back the entire recording of our conversation to Jonathan in the morning.

I left without giving either of them a chance to speak, with my cats trailing behind me up to my bedroom. 

*** End Flashback ***