warden. She won't let me leave the house, she barely lets me talk on the phone and god forbid someone try to come and visit me. Oh well, it is what it is. So how did the grandparents take the news?"
"Ah, well like I said Granddad is all for it now, and my grams, well she just told me to let him feel like he's a part of all of this. I don't know, maybe this isn't the best thing right now."
"What do you mean, Kay?"
"I don't know. Maybe this is all just too much right now. Maybe I'm not ready. Sorry to lay all of this on you. Just ignore me."
"Kayla, I think you need a break. Thanksgiving is coming up, why don't you try to come out here and spend it with us. I'm sure my mom would love to see you. She's a lot better now that she knows."
"Cam, you told her?"
"Uh yeah, I kind of had to if you ever wanted to talk to me again, and she's actually really excited for you. And don't worry about the record deal. I have some inside information that things won't go as fast as you think. Talk to Madison about it and see what he says. Not that you need his permission or anything, but maybe he'll agree that you need a break. I gotta go now, time to go to the doctor to get my stitches removed. So much fun. I'll talk with ya soon love. Take care of my little niece or nephew."
"Will do. Love ya, Cam."
"Love ya too Kay."
I sat back against the large trunk, stretching my legs out in front of me. I smoothed down my dress with my hands and stopped as I brushed past the tiny bump starting to form underneath it. I let my eyes flutter shut, as thoughts of my impending motherhood flashed through my mind. I could see all three of us out here under this very tree, smiling and laughing. I pictured a beautiful little girl with long brown hair blowing in the breeze as she ran away from her daddy as he chased her around the yard. Or a little brown haired boy, climbing up the tree and shouting with glee as he reached the top. I wanted all of it, I did, but at what cost? I was losing part of myself and it was driving me crazy.
"Here you are."
I practically jumped to my feet as I heard Madison's voice break through my thoughts. "Jesus Madison, you scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry darlin'. Can I sit with you?"
I scooted over so he could sit in the small amount of shade next to me. He reached out for my hand, intertwining our fingers together, but I slowly pulled away.
"What's goin' on pretty girl?"
"Everything is happening so fast. I'm just feeling, overwhelmed."
"Well we don't have much time to plan. We need to get everything in order before she comes."
My mood went from complacent to angry in less than ten seconds. "Madison, listen to me please. You can't plan our entire life out without including me. I'm not some stupid little girl that doesn't have an opinion."
"I know that Kayla, and I would never treat you like that on purpose. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."
I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but part of me still felt uneasy about the whole situation.
"Your grandfather and I have Thanksgiving all planned out. We were talkin' about it and decided that it would be best if we had it at their house and my gran and I could-"
I stood up quickly. I could feel the rage coursing through me. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
He was instantly up and standing in front of me trying to pull me to him. "Kayla, what is wrong with you?"
"I won't be here for Thanksgiving, Madison. I'm going to go spend it with Cami and her family. I just need some time."
I started walking towards the house making my anger towards him very apparent in my walk. If he was smart he wouldn't follow, unfortunately he wasn't very smart today. I felt his fingers wrap around my elbow and I pulled it out of his grasp as hard as I could.
"What do you mean you need some time?"
"I need you to give me some time. I'm leaving after school on Friday and I'll be back in about a week and a half."
"Let's talk about this, Kayla. At least let me go with you."
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