I sent Oakley a text, telling her that I loved her, and I would pick her up for school in the morning. At least it was Friday tomorrow so we could spend a little more time together in the evening. The weekend was going to suck though; she was going fishing with her dad again. Jasper went with them a few times but lost interest quickly and almost drowned once. Max should have never let him go in the first place. Jasper was a nightmare.
I had been a couple times too, and I wanted to go this weekend, but I think they need time alone. She was going out with her mum, so it was only fair that Max got to spend time with her too. At least it was only for one night though.
Mia strolled into my room without knocking.
“Do just walk in,” I said sarcastically. When did she get home anyway? Was I too out of it thinking about Oakley to have noticed.
“I need to talk to you, and you can’t get mad, and you have to let me finish, okay?” Mia rambled, waving her hands around in the air. Well, this sounds good! “Promise me, Cole.”
“Alright, I promise!”
She sat down and blew out a huge breath. “Me and Chris broke up.
“Well hal-le-fucking-lu-jah,” I called out, throwing my arms up in celebration.
“And I’m pregnant,” she added quickly.
My heart stopped. Did she just say…?
“I’m sorry, you’re what?”
“Pregnant. With child. Knocked up. Have a bun in the oven.”
I jumped up, feeling mad as hell. Chris-the-dick knocked her up and left her!
“What? That bastard got you pregnant and ditched you?” I was going to kill him, plain and simple. I knew he was a useless waste of space, but I didn’t think he would go that low. This was his child for God sake!
“Wait,” she shouted, holding her hands up and frowning at me. “I told you to let me finish!”
“Shouldn’t have agreed to that,” I grumbled, sitting back on the bed. As soon as she was finished, I was going to his house.
She took a deep, calming breath and continued.
“I found out a couple days ago that I’m pregnant. It’s made me look at everything differently you know. My relationship with Chris is...well let’s face it, it’s crap. I don’t think we’ve ever gone a few days without arguing, and then there are the other women. I don’t want my baby growing up around all that.”
She touched her flat stomach tenderly.
“This baby is the most important thing now, and I know I have to be away from Chris to be the best mum I can be.”
A huge grin slowly crept across my face. I was so proud of her for finally ditching his cheating arse. Oh my God, I was going to be an uncle!
“That’s great, Mia. You and the baby deserve so much more than him. What did he say?”
“Said I’ll go back to him soon enough. He shouted a bit, said I’d tricked him into getting pregnant,” she explained. “I don’t care what he thinks though, I didn’t get pregnant on my own, and I certainly didn’t plan it! Not sure how much involvement he’ll want, but I won’t stop him seeing her if he wants.
“Her?” Can you find out this early? There was no way, right? It would just be a weird blob looking thing still.
Mia shrugged, smiling. I hadn’t seen one of those smiles in a long time, the ones that lit up her whole face.
“I don’t mind what it is, but I have a feeling it’s a girl.”
“Hopefully he’ll do the right thing by the baby, but if not you know you’re not gonna be alone, right? He or she will have their Uncle Cole.”
Wow, she was gonna have a baby. Mia threw her arms around me, almost knocking me back and squeezed the life out of me. Was this good for the kid?
“Alright, but you know you’re squishing the baby right now,” I teased breathlessly as she tightened her vice like arms.
“Thank you, Cole,” she whispered emotionally. “And she’ll have her Auntie Oakley!”
I chuckled and ran my hand through my hair. “Yeah.”
I really should marry that girl one day. We’d have to wait two years before she’s even legal to get married though, well unless we had her parents’ permission, but that was unlikely. Sure, they were happy we were together, but I don’t think they would want her getting married. I smiled to myself, maybe if I proposed on her eighteenth, or maybe we could get married on her birthday? Stop thinking about it, there’s no rush, you weirdo!
“Cole,” Mia snapped, waving her hand in front of my face.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. “Sorry.”
“Thinking about her?” she teased.
Narrowing my eyes, I sat back on the bed. “Maybe.”
“Aww, you’re so cute,” she gushed, reaching out to pinch my cheeks but I batted her hand away before she could.
“So when are you telling Mum and Dad?” I questioned, wanting to change the subject from my ‘cuteness’. “They’ll freak, you know that?
Her face dropped. Mia was almost twenty, but Dad still thought of her as his little girl. He would definitely not be happy. Well, not at first at least. I know he would love that little baby to death once he had gotten his head around it.
“In a minute actually. I am not looking forward to it, and thanks for you overwhelming words of encouragement.”
“You’re welcome! It’ll be fine though.”