It's been a month since Trey asked me to marry him and I told him I needed time but I didn't exactly think I needed a whole month? I mean, I'm pregnant for gods sake and Trey has cancer. Whatever my decision is I need to act fast, unsure of what Trey's stage is and whether or not he's only telling me certain things to keep me happy. I'm not ready to be a mother lead alone, a wife? And soon to maybe be a widowed? No. I'm going to lose him whether I like it or not. I'll tell him my answer when I see him later.
"Olivia?" Is someone calling my name? "Olivia hunny, it's mom." Mom? Mom. I can hear but can't see. Words... Can't speak. "Olivia? Something terrible has happened." Trey! Trey? He hasn't called? Shocked.. No, hysterical? Wrong word. Words? "Wake up, Olivia!"
My eyelids flew open, to nothing but my dark bedroom, 4am? I slept all evening. Wow, this pregnancy thing is wacky. Not to mention I'm starving. I walk downstairs, of course as quietly as I can. What sounds good right about now? Sandwiches, my ultimate PB&JAM and a yummy delicious turkey sandwich. I hear I have to drink a lot of milk, which kind of sucks because I'm lactose-intolerant, maybe the doctor will tell me to drink my regular soy milk. I hope.
What is this loud, beeping noise? Just nothing, falling back to sleep. "Olivia! Treys on the phone!" What a wake-up call. I got up a little too fast, morning sickness has gotten the best of me once again. I don't know if I'll ever get used to this. I pick up the phone, "Hello?", "Hi babe, listen... We need to get together soon before my doctor session, I have a gut feeling that it's gonna be bad news so, I need you before so." Trey explained. I thought for a moment, "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about the thing you asked me about a month ago..." Before I finish my sentence he cut me off, "Olivia, oh wow. Okay, yeah! My session is at 3, so come over around 1:30?" I agree and hang up the phone. Time to talk to the parents.
"Hey, mom? Dad? We all need to talk." They looked at me concerned. "Yes, anything sweety." I took a deep breath, "So, uhm... I am pregnant. But before you say anything else, Trey asked me to marry him, and I feel as if that's best for me and Trey and well of course the baby, so I just need to know you're okay with this." Starting to feel relieved. Mom sighed, and dad puffed. "I don't approve about this Olivia, as your father I have to say, you're almost 16 years old, Treys dying of cancer and he's only young himself. You can't be 16 and widowed as a single mother. You have my blessing but you're not leaving this house until you're 18." He said with a sigh of relief. Mom came over and hugged me, "I don't approve either, I can't help what happened but I don't like it, not even in the slightest."