Perfect Little Accidents

Chapter 3

I held Kyle’s hand as we sat down at the table where my parents were looking at papers. 

“What is it, Samantha?” My mom asked. 

“I-I’m pregnant,” I whimpered. 

They both froze as they looked up at us. I squeezed Kyle’s hand, shrinking down in my seat. 

“You got my daughter pregnant?!” My dad shouted as he stood up. 

His arm raised up and Kyle flinched. My mom grabbed his arm to stop him from hitting Kyle. 

“I can’t believe you were so irresponsible, Samantha,” my mom muttered. 

“We used protection,” I defended.

She shook her head, clearly disappointed. 

“Get out of my house,” my dad spat at Kyle. 

Kyle looked at me for a moment and I shook my head. 

“It was an accident,” Kyle said. “We’re putting the baby up for adoption, we’re too young to raise a child.”

My mom nodded, her lips pursed into a thin line. 

“I’ll get you a doctor’s appointment tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll probably have to pick you up early from school.”

I nodded, looking down. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. 

“I’m sorry for you, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” my mom said. 

I cried quietly and Kyle squeezed my hand. 

“You can’t talk to her like that,” Kyle said. “It was an accident, if it’s anyone’s fault then it’s mine.”

“Hell yeah it is, get out of my f*****g house,” my dad said. 

Kyle took my hand and brought me outside. I drove us to his house, crying quietly. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” Kyle said. “Your parents are total douchebags.”

I sobbed, reaching over to hug him. Kyle pulled me onto his lap in the passenger seat, holding me close. He ran his fingers through my hair until I eventually calmed down. 

“Alright, Beautiful,” he muttered. “It’s okay.”

I sniffled and nodded, holding his hand. 

“Come on, do you wanna go play some video games?” He asked. 

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I’ll watch you play and eat and nap.”

Kyle chuckled and we walked in. He sat in his couch and I giggled as I watching him play. He made some pizza rolls and the second I smelled them nausea washed over me. I hurried to the bathroom and bent over the toilet, throwing up what I had for breakfast. 

“You okay?” He asked, pulling my red hair back. 

I sat up and sniffled, going to the sink to wash my mouth out.

“Sam, why did you throw up?” Kyle asked. “I-I think it’s a little too late in the afternoon for morning sickness.”

“The smell makes me sick,” I said.

“Foods can make you sick?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah, they can,” I mumbled, sitting down with my back against the wall.

Kyle rubbed my feet gently as he smiled.

“Can I do something?” He asked.

“Can I have some water?” I asked. “I have a bad taste in my mouth now.”

We went out to the kitchen and he gave me a glass of ice water. Sue walked in from the garage and frowned softly.

“Nausea?” She guessed and I nodded. “What did it?”

“The smell of pizza rolls,” I said. 

“Oh yeah, Kyle never let me eat anything like that,” Sue said. “Whenever I got within a foot radius of anything pizza, burger or taco related I was running to the bathroom. It really sucks because I worked at a pizza shop and I had to quit. It really sucks because my parents didn’t support me having or keeping the baby. They wanted me to get an abortion, I was only fifteen years old. When I told them I wouldn’t and I was gonna keep them they wouldn’t support me financially at all. 

“Thankfully your father’s father was supportive, even though your father took off to go live with his mom in Wisconsin the second he found out I was pregnant. Your grandpa was there for me, he helped me financially and with the baby while I was still in school until I dropped out. That’s why you’re named after him. I didn’t make you the third, I didn’t want to imply that you were named after your father. You’re junior because you’re only the second, named after your grandfather. When I was eighteen and my parents kicked me out he took both of us in. I had dropped out just a few days later and got a job and you were only two and he would take care of you when I couldn’t.”

“Did you tell him I got Sam pregnant?” Kyle asked. 

“No,” she said. “I thought you would rather do that yourself.”

“Thank you,” Kyle said. “I do wanna do it myself.”

“Sue, h-how did you get pregnant?” I asked. 

“Well, something called a shitty boyfriend, thankfully you don’t know that with my sweet little baby,” Sue said, pinching Kyle’s cheek as he scrunched his nose up. “My boyfriend would always just talk about how it felt better without condoms but obviously I told him we had to use a condom and one time he pulled the condom off when I wasn’t paying attention and next thing I knew I was fifteen and pregnant with Kyle.”

“How did you know you wanted to keep him?” I asked.

“I just knew, the second I saw the little fuzzy ultrasound I knew I wanted to keep him,” she said. “That was my little baby and I loved him. I wanted to hold him in my arms and love him with all my heart, there was no way I could go through the heartbreak of giving him up.”

I looked down sadly and she wrapped her arms around me.

“But you’re so strong,” Sue said. “If you really want to give the baby up for adoption then that is the best thing for you and we will all support you no matter what.”

“Thank you but my parents aren’t really giving me a choice, they say I have to give the baby up,” I said.

“Maybe they can come over for dinner,” Sue said. “Invite your parents over for Saturday night, your brother too. I’ll make dinner and maybe we can talk. I know your parents are probably pissed and maybe I can talk to them about my own experiences because I was a teen mom.”

“Sue, if you’re trying to get them to like you then I don’t think that’s how you do it,” I said.

Sue chuckled. “Yeah, I think that hope was out the window the second Kyle got his first tattoo.”

Kyle chuckled, holding my hand.

“I think that they weren’t happy with you dating anyone in the first place but as soon as they saw Kyle’s long hair and tattoos they hated him and when they found out I was a teen mom that doesn’t technically have a real job because I’m just an artist they then hated me too,” she said.

“They don’t hate you,” I denied quietly. “They just...they don’t think you’re the best role model.”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart, I know they hate me and that’s fine,” she said.

I smiled, kissing her cheek.

“I’ll invite them over,” I said. “And I’ll make them come when they make up some pathetic excuse to not come.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said. “And Kyle, I want you on your best behavior.”

“Only if they’re on their best behavior,” Kyle muttered.

“Are you hungry?” She asked. “We have some applesauce, applesauce is a really good food to eat while pregnant so you don’t get nauseas. That and crackers, I used to keep boxes of crackers on my nightstand when I was pregnant. You shouldn’t eat anything that has a super strong taste or smell because that is the sure fire way to throw up. And don’t just eat three large meals a day, you should be eating a bunch of small meals every two or three hours. 

“You should eat crackers or bread every morning when you wake up, or whenever you’re feeling nauseous. I’ve also heard that sucking on fresh lemons is good but I was never able to do that, it’s just too much I can’t eat plain lemons. Or you can drink soda water or herbal tea. And don’t eat spicy foods or anything that’s too heavily seasoned. It’s tricky to get used to at first but soon you’ll get used to it.”

“Thank you for everything,” I said.

“Also, eating high-fiber foods is really good because pregnant woman get constipated a lot,” she added.

I blushed and Kyle snorted.

“You’re gonna have to get rid of all your dignity because being pregnant is disgusting,” she said. “I mean, it’s the beautiful process of life but...gross either way. Your skin pigmentation can change, even down south.”

“T-to just, like, just like a different nude color, right?” I asked nervously.

“No, down south it’s sometimes dark blue or a purple-red color,” she said.

I scrunched my nose up as I imagined it.

“And your boobs will hurt and you’ll be sweaty and hairy and you’ll probably pee your pants a lot, I know I did,” she said. “I think the birth was the worst part. You can actually s**t yourself when giving birth, I know I peed right on the table while giving birth. You can’t even wipe with toilet paper after you give birth. It’s just all messy and bloody and scary.”

“Were you alone when you gave birth?” I asked.

“I was,” she said. “I wanted to be alone because I knew no matter what it would be me and my sweet son together forever. Kyle offered to be there but he was working and I thought it would be a little bit weird having him there with me just because he was practically like my dad at that point and I didn’t want him there where my v****a is practically just out in the open for everyone to see.”

“Ew,” Kyle muttered.

“Get over it, you’re gonna be there when Sam gives birth,” she said.

“Yeah but she’s my girlfriend, I don’t wanna think about your...you know,” he said.

Sue chuckled and I ate happily. She left us alone as she grabbed a pop before heading back into the garage.

“I don’t know if I’m more or less scared now,” I said.

“It’s gonna be okay, Baby, I’m gonna be here the entire time right by your side,” he promised.

The two of us went back to the couch, cuddling up together while he played video games and I took a nap.