little young love thing to go on long enough. I honestly thought you’d grow out of him by now but clearly I was wrong. I’ll make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow to take care of this problem.” She waves her hand in the air as though her words are final… they’re not.
“What do you mean take care of this problem?” The words pass through my gritted teeth.
“Do I need to spell it out? Abortion… she can’t have your baby.” The way she so easily suggested Lena will have an abortion causes my blood to boil. Before I can respond Lena hastily stands from the table. I glance up to see her cheeks flushed with anger. The tears are dry. Fury is the only thing left on my beautiful girlfriend’s face.
“Fuck you, Mother! I am not having an abortion. I am not giving this baby up for adoption.” Heads turn to see what the commotion is. I stand, resting my hand on Lena’s lower back for support.
“Yes, you are.” Her mother stands to match her daughter’s fury.
“I’m eighteen years old. I make my own decisions.”
“As long as you live in my house you live by my rules and there is no way in hell you are having a baby.” They both leaned across the table, the entire restaurant is now watching the show. I need to get Lena out of there before there’s any more of a scene.
“Come on, baby, let’s go. I think we’ve given the other people here enough of a show.”
“Get your filthy, white trash hands off my daughter,” her mother spits out just as Lena picks up a glass of water and throws it in her face.
“I’m sorry, Mother, but I love Hap. We are having this baby. Your role in this is up to you, but you will not speak of my baby’s father like that. Let’s go, Hap.” She turns and walks away leaving her mother wet and stunned. I throw a twenty on the table, not ever wanting to owe that woman anything, not even a meal, then quickly follow Lena.
The cool air hits me as hard as Lena does the moment I leave the warmth of the restaurant. She’s trembling in my arms. “Shhhh, calm down, baby. We’ll figure this out. Calm down. It’s not good for the baby for you to be so stressed out.”
“What are we going to do? I can’t stay at home.” Her trembling words break my own heart.
“Come stay with me. My dad won’t care. He loves you,” I suggest. My dad does love Lena. When she’s around, he seems more calm and at peace. She has a way of making people feel like that. It’s one of the many things I love about her.
“I don’t know, Hap. The drinking, I don’t think that’s a good environment for the baby either.”
“It’s just temporary. I’ll pick up more hours at work and save a few paychecks for us to get into a place of our own.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It’s not easy, babe, but we’ll make it through. Come on. Let’s go get your things before your mother gets home. I don’t think it’s a good idea to have another confrontation.”
“No, it’s definitely not a good idea. Okay, let’s go.” She agrees before reluctantly pulling away from my arms. We climb into my piece of shit 1989 Honda Accord and take off in the direction of her house. Two hours later we have her stuff piled in my car and we’re pulling out of the driveway just as a cab pulls up, her mother spilling out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she shouts, stumbling to my car.
“Oh God, she’s drunk,” Lena mutters.
“Get out of the car right now, young lady!” she screams, her hand banging on my window. “You give my daughter back to me, you little piece of shit!”
“Just go,” Lena whispers.
“You sure? She’s drunk and hurting.” The last thing I want is another blow up but I don’t feel right about leaving her like this. Maybe it’s from years of taking care of my father, but I have a hard time not feeling bad for people in the fragile state alcohol leaves them in.
“Ugh,” she sighs before grudgingly getting out of the car. Her mother instantly stops
“What do you mean take care of this problem?” The words pass through my gritted teeth.
“Do I need to spell it out? Abortion… she can’t have your baby.” The way she so easily suggested Lena will have an abortion causes my blood to boil. Before I can respond Lena hastily stands from the table. I glance up to see her cheeks flushed with anger. The tears are dry. Fury is the only thing left on my beautiful girlfriend’s face.
“Fuck you, Mother! I am not having an abortion. I am not giving this baby up for adoption.” Heads turn to see what the commotion is. I stand, resting my hand on Lena’s lower back for support.
“Yes, you are.” Her mother stands to match her daughter’s fury.
“I’m eighteen years old. I make my own decisions.”
“As long as you live in my house you live by my rules and there is no way in hell you are having a baby.” They both leaned across the table, the entire restaurant is now watching the show. I need to get Lena out of there before there’s any more of a scene.
“Come on, baby, let’s go. I think we’ve given the other people here enough of a show.”
“Get your filthy, white trash hands off my daughter,” her mother spits out just as Lena picks up a glass of water and throws it in her face.
“I’m sorry, Mother, but I love Hap. We are having this baby. Your role in this is up to you, but you will not speak of my baby’s father like that. Let’s go, Hap.” She turns and walks away leaving her mother wet and stunned. I throw a twenty on the table, not ever wanting to owe that woman anything, not even a meal, then quickly follow Lena.
The cool air hits me as hard as Lena does the moment I leave the warmth of the restaurant. She’s trembling in my arms. “Shhhh, calm down, baby. We’ll figure this out. Calm down. It’s not good for the baby for you to be so stressed out.”
“What are we going to do? I can’t stay at home.” Her trembling words break my own heart.
“Come stay with me. My dad won’t care. He loves you,” I suggest. My dad does love Lena. When she’s around, he seems more calm and at peace. She has a way of making people feel like that. It’s one of the many things I love about her.
“I don’t know, Hap. The drinking, I don’t think that’s a good environment for the baby either.”
“It’s just temporary. I’ll pick up more hours at work and save a few paychecks for us to get into a place of our own.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It’s not easy, babe, but we’ll make it through. Come on. Let’s go get your things before your mother gets home. I don’t think it’s a good idea to have another confrontation.”
“No, it’s definitely not a good idea. Okay, let’s go.” She agrees before reluctantly pulling away from my arms. We climb into my piece of shit 1989 Honda Accord and take off in the direction of her house. Two hours later we have her stuff piled in my car and we’re pulling out of the driveway just as a cab pulls up, her mother spilling out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she shouts, stumbling to my car.
“Oh God, she’s drunk,” Lena mutters.
“Get out of the car right now, young lady!” she screams, her hand banging on my window. “You give my daughter back to me, you little piece of shit!”
“Just go,” Lena whispers.
“You sure? She’s drunk and hurting.” The last thing I want is another blow up but I don’t feel right about leaving her like this. Maybe it’s from years of taking care of my father, but I have a hard time not feeling bad for people in the fragile state alcohol leaves them in.
“Ugh,” she sighs before grudgingly getting out of the car. Her mother instantly stops
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