“Adam said he will bring Izzy over at 4.” I said. I sat on the couch and finally took a
nap. I hadn’t slept much on the cruise.
I woke a few hours later to Izzy licking my face.
“Hey cutie! Long time no see.” I said, petting her head. I swung my legs off
the couch and just then, the phone rang.
“Great.” I muttered, and pushed myself off the couch to go get the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hi. This is mom.” the voice said. I sighed. I was definately not in the mood to
talk.
“I was just wondering how the trip went.” she said cheerfully. Graham
appeared behind me and made a confused face. I muttered the word “mom” and his
eyes got big.
“It was fine mom.” I said, stubbornly.
“Listen. Don’t be mad at me, Kersey. Personally I think you are way to young
to be having children.” she yelled over the phone.
“I don’t care mom.” I said, swallowing back the lump that had formed.
Graham put his arms around my waist and listen into the ear piece with me.
“How are you going to afford a child?” she yelled. “What are you going to do?
Tell me, Kersey. What are you going to do!?” she screamed again. The tears made
tiny pools at the edges of my eyelids. I fought back the urge to close my eyes and
force them down my cheeks.
“We can, mom. We can do this.” I said. I closed my eyes and the tears made
wet streaks down my face.
“You think you can, Kersey. But this is a big step. Look what you have gotten
yourself into with that boy.”
“With that boy? With that boy, mother? That boy is my husband!” I screamed
over the phone. I was fully aware I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t
care. Graham backed off. I slammed the phone down on the reciever and bit my lip. I
looked out the window to avoid Graham’s staring eyes.
“What’d she say?” he asked, quietly, reapproaching me.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I whispered, so he could barely hear me.
“It will be okay, Kersey. I promise it will. Don’t be scared.” he said. I squeezed
my eyes shut, letting lose another set of wet, salty tears. I turned around and looked
at him. Just the look on his face, his scared yet hopeful expression. I began to cry
again and he held me tight in his arms. He and I just stood there in the kitchen, him
rocking me, trying to get me to stop crying. I was so scared.