Dinner with your parents and your sister

"Are you sure i can't help with anything?" You ask sitting on a chair in your parents kitchen. Hands cradling your pregnant belly.

"You can take over and cut these." Gwen reply turning the knife she is holding to hand it over to you.

"Oh no you don't!" Your mother shouts with a stern tone.

"But mom she offered."

"She is pregnant and have had a long day. She needs to rest." Your mother dictates.

"It's fine mom, i am pregnant not handicapped." You laugh.

"No. You sitt there and relax. Your sister can handle a few more vegetables ." Your mother says with a tone that dictates that the discussion is ended.

For a bit the only sound heard is the bubbling of boiling pots and the chopin sound of vegetables.

"When did you say Alex would get here?" Your mom asks, breaking the silence.

"He is taking the buss and should get here about the same time as dad gets home." You respond. "I got the car today." You add.

"Don't you usually have the car?" you mom asks

"No, parking at campus is ridiculously overpriced and it takes almost at least an hour to find a spot so i usually take the buss."

"You take the buss? In your condition? What if something happens?" Your mom asks, sounding way more overprotecting than you feel is needed.

"What would happen?" You laugh. "The bussdrivers are safer drivers than me and i am surrounded by people."

"Those busses are driven by drunkards and filled with sick people. What if you get sick? What if someone rapes you? What if someone has knife? Or a gun?!" Your mom is screming now closing in on being fully hystericall. Then she turns towards her pot and starts sobbing. You and Gwen just watch her with stunned silence. Your mom has been many things but she never was this protective of either of you.

"You don't understand." She whimpers. "Neither of you understand. How could you understand." She continues.

You feel your eyes start watering. You are scared. You have never seen your mother like this. You don't understand either. What is happening.

"Everything that has happened to you. Everything that might happen and is going to happen. It's to much. You couldn't even wash your own underwear a few months ago and now, and now..." Your mother weeps.

You feel the creeping of doubt slowly descending upon you. Pressing down on your mind. You are a boy, not some girl.

"Why don't you sitt down for a bit" Gwen says finally. Taking her arm gently and leading her to one of the chairs gently.

"You can't understand either of you because nether of you are a mother yet." Your mother sobs as she sinks down onto the chair. "How much i worry for you. How scared i am of everything that is going to happen." She sniffles. "I am sorry."

"I love you mom." Now it's your time to cry. "I didn't know that you where so worried about me."

"Of course i worry about you. My baby is about to become a mother so young when she has barely been able to be a woman yet. It's hard work being a mom you know." Your mother sobs.

Yes what do you know. You've ben this fraud woman for just a few month's and you think you can be a mother?

"I know mom. But i want to do it. I can do it." You sob grabbing her hand. "And i need to now that you believe i can do it."

Your mother sniffles hard as she takes a deep breath. "I am sorry sweetie. I just worry so much about you."

"I didn't know mom i am sorry." You weep gently.

"It's alright, you have enough to worry about already. Just promise me that you let me help you whenever you need it. Your mother is here for you."

"Thank you." You whisper.

"I might not be a mother, but i have a loot of experience of being a big sister. So don't worry so much mom, i won't let anything happen to our little Amy." Gwen says trying to sound tough but sorta failing due to her own crying. She stands up and gives You a hug.

"I am sorry. I know you wan't this and i know you are doing everything you can to prepare yourself." Your mother cries.

"Can i do it mom?" You ask her as more tears rolls down your cheeks. You really need to hear it.

Your mom sniffles. "Of course you can sweetie. You are going to be a great mom."

Hearing that you feel a sudden onset of relief as the dark preausure of anxiety disappers. You start crying uncontrolably in Gwens arms. Your mother comes over to you and hugs you as well. For a few minutes the tre of you hug and weep until someone has had enough.

You feel a little foot kick you in the belly. You stop crying as your attention turns towards your pregnant belly. "The baby is awake." You announce with soft excitment.

"Really?" Gwen asks sounding very intressted.

"Yes come feel." You respond lifting up your sweaters exposing your belly. You can't help but feel good as your mother and sister starts rubbing your large belly with their hands feeling for your baby.

"I felt it" Gwen shouts in excitement.

"It's quite a lively one." Your mother smiles.

"Yes it is." You respond happily. Then you adress your belly.

"Hi cupcake. Say hello to your Gran-Gran and auntie Gwen." You say softly. Immediately you feel him moving against your mothers hand which cause her to laugh with excitement.

"Do you now if it's a boy or a girl yet." Gwen asks you. You hesitate. The plan was to tell your family tonight but your dad is not here and neither is Alex. Oh but you are to excited not to tell.

"It's a boy" You tell them. And the excitement in the room shots up trough the roof as the both of them starts cooing over your pregnant belly even more. Then finally the question you've sorta dreaded answering on your own is asked by your mother.

"Have you thought about names yet."

How will she respond when you tell her? Will she be upset again? Will she be happy with it? You sitt quiet for a fem minutes. Then you decide that you might as well tell them.

"We have... and we sorta decided already." You say carefully. Then you are silent for a bit.

"Well what is it?" Gwen asks impatiently.

You take a deep breath. "We are going to name him John" You blurt out. Then silence.

"Both me and Alex really liked that name." You say softly trying to justify your decision.

Your mother smile at you reassuringly. "It's a good name sweetie."

"Oh are you a little John in there? Auntie Gwen's little John?" Gwen coos at your belly and starts giggling as little John moves in respond.

Between the three of you cooing and dooting over little John in your belly it's a miracle that dinner preparations progress at all and actually get finished.

The rattling of keys announce finally that your father has come home. "Hello, look who i found out in the cold." He calls out. Soon he and Alex enters the kitchen where you all are.

"Have you all been crying?" Your father asks with a frown.

"It's just the hormones dear." Your mother responds.

"Right" he says, Then he turns to Alex. "Terribly contagious pregnancy hormones between woman."

Alex sitts down next to you and give you a kiss on the cheek which makes you blush for some reason. "How are you?" he asks softly.

"I am fine. I did tell them however." You respond

"Tell them what?" Your father asks.

"We are having a boy and are naming him John." Alex says in a hurry before anyone has a chance. He then looks at you with a victorious grin.

"Right. Good choice you two." Your father responds after getting over the original chock.

The evening i largely uneventful after that. You eat and talk. Pa-pa gets a chance to feel his grandson and say hi to him. Something he does very tenderly. Most of the discussions falls naturally around the baby his parents.

"You do realize that he is going to get the most christmas gifts out of all this year." Gwen says as you are gathered in the living room.

You frown. "He won't even be born in time for christmas."

"Do you really thing that will stop his auntie and grandmothers from buying him all the baby stuff he could possibly need and some he won't?" Your father laughs.

"Is there something you know you need that you haven't gotten yet?" Your mother asks you.

"A... a stroller?" You respond.

"Right, don't get one." Gwen orders you sounding even more excited than before. You start thinking about how much space is in your apartment.