Chapter 6: Drew's Confrontation

My dads words hit me hard. I just lie in bed all day with the lights off. I don't bother to do my hair or makeup; or even wear day-clothes. Drew's worried. He's scared. He doesn't tell me, but I can see it.

I haven't spoken much since my father's "encounter." It hurts to think that he never bothered to call and say "Hey I got Ella pregnant." or "You're going to be a sister!" Or even most importantly: "Ella's dead. So I'm coming to see you and try to get back together with your mom because I'm a selfish man-whore."

My piano was my new best friend. Or my only friend, in other words. Drew always asked me if I wanted to talk but he never asked why I was being so emotional and silent. He still cuddles me when I sleep; he pets my hair and tells me everything's going to be okay. He doesn't even know why I'm like this.

To top this all off: I'm pregnant.

I was checking the mail one day and felt the familiar morning sickness. Later that day my pee-stick had a little pink plus-sign.

A selfish dad, a husband I'm barely talking to, and a baby growing inside of me. My life is just awesome.

***

"Belle, honey...." Drew tells me. "How are you feeling? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Drew I don't think I --" My voice cracked.

"You don't have to. But I'm here whenever you need to."

"Why aren't you so eager to know?" This question had been in my mind since I first came home from seeing my "dad." He never directly asked me.

He thought for a minute. "Because I love you. And I shouldn't push you to tell me; you should just tell me when you want to."

I want to tell him. I really do. I just don't want him to see me cry.

I figured I should. I can't hide this from him. "My -- My dad came to visit me." I could feel my throat swell up.

He had a moment of silence. "Oh...." Drew had the weirdest look in his eyes. I don't know how to explain it.

"He told me a -- about --" I paused for a moment. I felt as if my ability to talk disappeared.

He waited for me.

"Drew he had a kid with Ella a -- and --" I choked on my tears. "She already had a kid and Ella died while driving drunk and her daughter --"

"I understand." He said. "It's going to be okay."

"He's going to try to get back together with my mom."

"Honey you'll be fine." He comforted me. "You have me and a beautiful son. You can't let this have a huge impact on your life."

I looked into his eyes. "Actually.... We don't just have one child."

"What?" Then I saw his eyes widen in excitement. "You're pregnant?"

"Yes, Drew." I told him. "I figured out a few days ago." I smiled. I smiled.

"Belle that's great!" He was beyond excited. It was like this whole thing never happened.

I loved this feeling.

***

Later that night I looked into the mirror. Drew was right; this impacted me too much. I didn't look recognizable anymore.

I was changing; so was my life.

Then something struck me: I can't just ignore my siblings. I have to meet them. I can't be the sister who never talks to the "family."

I was going to meet Vanessa and Seth. Soon.

***

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Chapter 5: Time After Time

Okay, I can admit I'm not the best at posting regularly. You see I have school, chores, homework, dinner to make & eat, & my week-daily run. Plus every night we have a "No-Electronics-Hour" at 8:30 to 9:30. Then bed. Also I just got my spacers in my teeth, so I'm in a lot of pain. >.>

Now I'm just complaining. I know I've probably said this before but I do want to post more often. It's my goal. I've been setting lots of goals lately.... This one I'm going to try really hard to succeed. For you guys. ♥

Sorry for my rambling. Enjoy the chapter. c:

*Drew's Perspective*

I wouldn't be lying if I said that I was lucky. Or if I said that nothing could make me happier. But every day gets better, I don't know how.

Mitchell wasn't one of those kids who stuck to one parent, like I did. He would have his play-sessions with me every day before and after work. And between those times he clung to Belle like he had clung to me. Even my days off were like this.

It was that one day, that day I could remember perfectly. Belle and Mitchell were playing in his room and the bell rang.

"Honey, could you get that?" Belle called and giggled.

"You're so bossy." I called back, joking.

It was a man, just a little taller than me. He wore the face of a rich-man and the suit of an over-achiever. With a first glance I thought he was trying to sell me something. But who would go all the way across town to sell something to one house? Nobody lived around us.

"Hello, son." His voice was deep and he shook my hand. His grip was hard. "Is this the residence of Belle Chance?"

"Who's asking?"

"Her father." At that moment all of my emotions mixed into a pool of anger and surprise. This man tore apart my wife.

"Don't bother stopping by again." I say, anger in my voice. "You have no business in seeing her."

"I understand." And he left, just like that.

Of course I played it cool, what was I suppose to tell her? "Hey, remember your dad? Well he stopped by earlier today and wanted to beg for your forgiveness. Crazy, right?"

I figured it'd be best not to tell her, no matter how much it killed me. That man doesn't need to ruin her life.... Again. Plus; Mitchell's birthday is coming up. She doesn't need a distraction.

***

*Belle's Perspective*

Before I knew it my son was becoming a child. He's going to go to school and make friends and.... Oh god. Meet girls. Can elementary boys like girls? I hope not.

I guess I shouldn't be speaking. Pregnancy and marriage at 18 doesn't make me the best role-model.

I mean just LOOK AT HIM. He's so handsome. Me and Drew make cute children, maybe this'll happen again one day. One day.

To top that all off, me and Drew are closer than we have ever been. Who knew an accidental pregnancy could bring me to my soul-mate? All the signs say that we're meant to be. It's a dream come true.

"You miss it, don't you?" He asked me one night.

"Hmm?"

"The 'baby-scene.'" He said. Drew closed his book and set it next to the bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. I was suddenly interested in our conversation.

He looked up. "You know, taking care of toddlers? I can tell."

"Well yeah but -- I don't see --" I didn't know what else to say.

"I do too." I couldn't say I was shocked, just.... I don't know what the word is.

"Drew, what are you saying?" I couldn't help but smile a little bit. I could see it in his eyes but I wanted him to say it.

"I'm saying that maybe.... Maybe we should.... If you want...."

"Of course I want to."

"Really?" He took me in his arms and gazed into my eyes.

"Why wouldn't I?" I say. "There's no better man to have children with than you." He smiled at my comment.

I continued. "So, my Prince, when shall we conceive our dear child?"

"How about now?"

"Now?" I looked up. "Are you sure?"

He threw his shirt on the floor. "I don't think you're going to get that back." I teased. "And won't you get cold?"

"It doesn't matter. I have someone to keep me warm."

And then we showed each other how much we loved each other. Physically, anyway. We've done this many times, you could say our practice payed off.

***

Apparently the town school had gotten school uniforms since we graduated. So Mitchell wore the same clothes every day, which absolutely disgusts me. Whether we washed them every day or not. We did, by the way.

A little after Mitchell had left for school that day, I got a call. It was from a number that I didn't know. Being as absent-minded as I am, I answered it.

"Hello?" I calmly said.

"Is this Belle Chance?" It was a man. He had a deep voice. A deep recognizable voice.

"Um.... yeah? Who is this?"

"This is your father." I felt like crying. I felt like falling dying in an ocean of my own tears.

"Uhh...."

"This isn't a conversation we need to have over the phone." He tells me. "Meet me somewhere. Central Park?"

I remained silent. I couldn't believe it.

"Please understand. If you're not there by 6 tonight, I'll know why." Then he hung up the phone.

I decided I would go. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? He can't tear me up more than he already has. And acknowledging my family is a way of telling him I can be happy without him.

On my way out the door, I passed Drew. I couldn't tell him where I was going; Even though he loves me, he'd still forbid it. "Where are you going, babe?" He asked on my way out.

"Just getting some.... Uhm...." I hated lying to him. "Just getting groceries. I'll be home in a couple of hours. The cheap stuff is across town, you know."

"Be safe." He said, and kissed my forehead.

As soon as I got there, I regretted coming. But he spotted me before I could leave. He didn't really look that different; he just had signs of aging. I wasn't surprised to see that he's still wearing his suits. I guess he's still working at the office. Must be running it by now.

"Belle?" He said to me. "It's me, your dad."

"Oh...." I managed to say. "Hi."

"We should sit down." And we did.

"So, how have you been?" He asked. As if nothing happened. As if he never abandoned me with my mother. Father of the decade, you are. I thought to myself.

"Don't do that." I tell him. "Don't sugarcoat your disappearance."

"Belle --"

"No. Let me say what I have to say." I interrupted. "You left me when I was 9 years old. 9. After that, mom just grew careless! So I basically taking care of myself for 9 years. Also, because you left, I grew anti-social and unprepared for anything. I went through a pregnancy and marriage at 18." His facial expression was horrid. "But I should thank you. Thank you, for leaving. Because of that I've met the man of my dreams and I have a son I couldn't love more."

He was silent for a while. I thought about just leaving.

Then he finally spoke. "You don't understand why I left."

"I don't have to. I --"

"I left because Ella made me happier than your mother did."

"Then where is she now?" I never thought I could ever be defiant against him.

"I -- I was wrong." He admitted. "Your mothers heart is the only place for me."

"I was confused!" He continued. "You can't expect me to choose between my wife, of 13 years, and the girl who I thought made me happiest man alive. I couldn't let her pass by." He stopped talking. He couldn't be done, there had to be more.

"Is -- Is that all?"

"No." He sighed. "Me and Ella.... I don't know how to say this." My dad looked into my eyes. "You have a step-brother. He just started high school. Just turned 15."

I couldn't look at him anymore. I didn't cry, I wasn't even close. I wasn't sad. Just angry.

"And Ella...." He said. "She had a daughter before we moved in together. She's a few years younger than you." I didn't understand what he was saying. "Ella -- She wasn't exactly the best mother. She had an alcohol problem. One night -- One night she...." I could sense the tears filling his eyes. "She got in a car accident while driving drunk. The kids were home with me and --"

"You don't have to go on. I understand." He had full custody of my brother. "What about her daughter? What happened to her?"

"Vanessa's old enough to live on her own. But she's staying with me and Seth until she finds her own place."

***

There are no words to explain how I feel.

I walked into the kitchen like a dead person to find Drew in there. "Hey, where are the groceries?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

I just walked into our room and fell on our bed. I just cried. For the rest of the day. All night. And the next day.

Chapter 4: Oh Happy Days!

It wasn't long into my afternoon nap when the labor pains kicked in. Panic and pain filled my whole body. "DREW!" I yell. "DREW THE BABY'S COMING!" I heard him dial a taxi and run across the house to reach me.

He walked over to help me. "Everything's going to be okay." He says. "Come on, I'll help you to the car."

Next thing I know, we're walking out of the hospital with a baby boy. A boy! It was a bit of a fuss over his name, but we finally settled on Mitchell. It was a painful experience to get him out but after I looked into his eyes I knew it was worth it.

He looked like me, but was a little tan like his father. I didn't think of Mitchell as a mistake like I use to, he was a living being. A soul Drew and me created. He was ours.

He didn't cry much, to my surprise. He wasn't as hard to take care of as I thought, either. We all slept soundly each night and met our humanly needs easily. Drew would cook for us and I would clean; did I mention he got a job? He was working his way up the Culinary career.

I have a loving fiance, a lovely-(ish) house, a beautiful son. What more could I ask for? I couldn't be happier.

Speaking of which, Mitchell absolutely adored his father. Drew would plan on playing for just a bit, but Mitchell would beg him to stay and play longer. It was like this every day before he left for work.

Beauty, however, didn't really think the best of Mitchell. She attacked him once and was locked outside for the rest of the night. He loves her though! I think she's just mad that he's getting more attention than her.

Then there's bedtime. "Goodnight, honey." I tell him. "Sweet dreams. I love you."

"Pwease stay!" He can barely speak, but on occasion he'll say a couple things.

"No, we can play tomorrow. I promise. Mommy has to sleep."

Every morning we'd practice his walking, but sometimes he'll think he's a dinosaur. It's the cutest thing ever! He has such a creative imagination. Mitchell picks up walking fast, actually. He walks quite often around the house.

And there are those mornings where Drew has to leave for work; Both me and Mitchell hate it. On the bright side, we get to spend the whole day together. Practice more talking, take a few steps, play all day. For 30 hours a week we'd just bond. I never knew how amazing a child could be.

Today we visited a beach strand.... He loved it here. We'd play in the sand then he'd beg me to pick him up and play some more. It made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. What did I do to deserve such happiness?

Before I knew it, my wedding day was here. I kept telling myself I was ready to marry Drew. I knew I wanted to; but maybe I wasn't ready. I love this man, I really do. Here I was, wearing this beautiful dress and a gorgeous ring about to marry the most amazing man on the planet. How could I not want to do this? I did! There was no turning back now. No more waiting. This was it.

The setting was beautiful. I haven't seen Drew once today and my day was already made. Just a little bit of socializing to pass time, then I could see him.

Time passed by slowly but eventually I could walk down the isle to the man of my dreams. My heart was pounding so hard. I was so scared.

"I love you." He says.


"I love you, too." And I meant it.

My least favorite part of weddings: The speeches. Drew's mother was up first.

"Drew, dear, ever since you were a little boy I've always dreamed that you would grow up to marry a beautiful woman and start a family. I was wrong, though. Because this woman is more than beautiful and I can tell you are the luckiest man alive to be hers. She's lucky to have you, too. Drew, you have grown into a wonderful man, beyond my expectations. And Belle, you are an amazing woman. Welcome to the family."

This is Drew's sister, by the way. It's weird that my first encounter with her was at our wedding.

"I remember when we were little and would go on 'adventures' around the town. We'd race to the top of tree's and build forts by the pond. I guess I'm sad to see that go. But I'm happy to see that you've moved on to a bigger and more mature adventure. One that only a man like you could perfect: A family. Belle you don't know how lucky you are to have my brother as a husband. Though it seems like he's lucky to have you, too. Congratulations."

"I'm not really the best at giving speeches, but if there's one thing I can say it's that I was lost and broken before I met Drew. I never knew that happiness could ever find it's path into my heart. But it did. It did the day I first talked to him. You've helped me see the brighter side of life. Now that we're married? I'm the luckiest girl in the world! I love you. And I always will."

"There are no words to explain how amazing you are, Belle. I know you're the type of person who looks down on themselves, but everybody else in this world thinks differently of you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know we didn't start out with the best of relationships but look where it's brought us! We are a happy married couple, and we will forever stay that way. I love you."

"Now, please make room for the newlyweds to have their first dance."

"I love you. Forever and always." He says.


"I love you, too." I tell him. "I always will."

***

Authors Note: You might have noticed that Belle's mom didn't give a speech at the wedding, well that's because she didn't show up. I invited her, too. So yes, she was initially suppose to be there but Sims was being stupid and didn't let her come. And Drew's dad was there, but he left before he could give a speech. =3=