This Is Forever (third book in series)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 11 (v.1) - chapter eleven

Submitted: July 12, 2017

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We wake early and eat some breakfast before we leave for my parents. On our way out the door, I make sure to call work and tell them that I am sick. Thankfully Mary wasn’t at her desk when I called so I didn’t get her accusations about whether I'm faking or not. After we drive for a while I eventually fall asleep to Tristan humming along with the radio. I’m very disappointed when I wake up and find that we are only halfway there. I sigh and turn my head to look at the beautiful man sitting next to me. He senses my eyes and looks over at me with a smile.
“Have a nice nap?” he asks and rests his hand on my knee. 
“It would have been better if I woke up and we were there,” I huff.
“Do you feel ok?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m gonna call the doctor to set up an appointment for another ultrasound,” I say as I get my phone from my purse, seeing a text from Rachel waiting for me.
*So sorry for spilling the beans to Sloan. I miss you*
I frown and sigh. 
*I miss you too and don’t worry about Sloan. We worked it out. The three of us have to do something together this weekend,* I text back and dial my doctor because I don’t expect her to respond until her lunch break.
I hang up after making an appointment for Monday at four. I’m very excited to see how much the baby has grown since the last ultrasound. I then remember the print out picture that each of us was given. I left it on my nightstand at home. Damn, I was hoping to show my parents.
“Do you have your copy of the last ultrasound?” I ask.
“Yeah, It’s in my wallet. Where is yours?”
“I left it at home,” I shrug. “I got an appointment for Monday at four,” I tell him.
“Ok, I’m excited,” he says and flashes me with an amazing smile.
“Me too,” I say as I rub my stomach. 
I have butterflies by the time we pull up at my parents. I’m also very confused when I see my dad's car in the driveway. Oh, God. We both sit in the car, waiting for the other to move. 
“Should we go?” Tristan finally asks.
“Not yet,” I say and take a deep breath in then slowly blow it out. “Ok, now I’m ready,” I say and open the car door. I don’t step out though and stop Tristan when he tries to leave the car. 
“What?” he asks.
“What do we say?” 
“We say that you're pregnant, isn’t that why we came here?” he asks as he shuts his door again.
“Yes, but in more detail what do we say?”
“Kate, all we have to say is that we are going to have a baby and the rest is up to them.” He grabs my hand and looks closely at me. “It’s going to be ok no matter what their reaction is. And look at it like this, however your parents react it can’t possibly be any worse than how my mom will react,” he says and I laugh. 
“Yes, you're right.” I’m amazed yet again by how much better Tristan can make me feel in the shortest amount of time. 
“Let’s do this,” I say confidently. 
“Ok, let’s do this,” he says and gives my hand one more squeeze before he opens his door again. I step out and meet him in front of the car to grab his hand. We walk up the driveway and open the back door. 
“Hello,” I call when we are inside.
“Oh, they're here. Bill! They are here!” I hear my mom shout from upstairs. I turn back to Tristan and find him smiling down at me. How is he so calm right now?
They come walking into the room, my mom with open arms.
“I’m so happy you are here,” she says to us as she wraps her arms around me. I hug her back then she moves to Tristan. 
“We are happy to be here, Mrs. Williamson,” he says as he accepts her hug.
“Tristan, what did I tell you,” she warns as she releases him from her arms.
“I’m sorry, Marsha,” he says with a small smile. 
“Hi, dad,” I say.
“Hey, Katherine,” he smiles as he comes and wraps me in his normal big bear hug. “How are you doing?” he asks gently.
“I’m fine,” I say as he releases me and shakes hands with Tristan.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Williamson,” Tristan says.
“You're going to be my son-in-law, please call me Bill,” my dad says as he claps Tristan's shoulder.
We move into the living room and sit down. Tristan gives me an expectant look but I shake my head, telling him with just a look that we should wait. I want to speak to them a little bit before we throw this on them.
“Why aren’t you at work, dad?” I ask.
“I thought I’d go in at twelve so you guys didn’t have to drive home too late.” 
I nod and glance at the clock, noting that it is almost eleven. We don’t much time here. 
“Would you guys like some coffee?” my mom asks with a smile. I’m about to accept but I quickly remember why we are here and that I shouldn’t be drinking coffee anymore. I never realized how much I needed it until now when I am forced to go through the day without drinking it.
“No thanks,” I say and get eyed suspiciously by my mom.
“Tristan?” she asks and finally looks away from me. 
“No, thank you, Marsha,” he responds with a smile. 
“You guys are weird,” she mumbles as she gets comfortable on the couch. 
“It’s not weird, Marsha. It’s a good thing. We shouldn’t have to rely on coffee to get us through the day,” my dad scolds. 
“I agree,” Tristan says and glances at me. He clearly wants me to come out and say it but I suddenly can’t even find the words. 
“Are you ok, honey?” my mom asks. I force myself out of my stare but I still find myself unable to speak. I feel Tristan’s hand grab mine tightly so I look up at him. His eyes alone give me the strength I need. I nod slightly at him and turn back to my parents. 
“Actually, we came here to tell you guys something,” I say slowly. They both look at me in confusion so I decide to go on before their imaginations go too far. I clear my throat and Tristan’s hand squeezes mine again.
“We are… Well, I am… pregnant.” I watch as they both stare blankly at me. I wait for some kind of emotion to show on their faces and the first sign I see is the tears slowly filling my mom's eyes. I don’t know if they are happy tears or angry tears but I’m guessing I’m about to find out. 
My mom's hand slides over to grab my dads as my hand tightens around Tristan's. 
“So it's a shotgun wedding?” Of course, this is the first thing my mom asks. Anger grows inside me and I’m guessing Tristan notices because he squeezes my hand again, telling me to look up at him. When I do I find his meaningful eyes looking down at me. He sighs and turns back to my parents. 
“No, we are getting married because we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together. The baby is just an added bonus to our happiness,” he says and I’m lucky he did. Pregnancy has taken away all my self-control in my emotions and what I say. I was definitely about to yell at my mom and that would have made this situation thirty times worse.
“So you found out after you got engaged?” my dad asks.
“Well, no,” Tristan answers and looks down at me. 
“That doesn’t matter,” I say. “All that matters is that we are going to have a baby and that we couldn’t be happier.” 
“Are you sure you're ready?” my mom asks gently. I look back up at Tristan and sigh.
“No, but we will get through it. I would really love for you guys to be happy for us,” I say pleadingly. Confusion and relief flood my body as a smile grows on my mom's face.
“Oh, Kate. How could we not be happy for you guys?” she cries and moves to wrap her arms around me. “I know you are ready even if you don’t know that yet. I can tell that you guys will be great parents,” she says as she cups my face and wipes away a tear that has fallen from my eye. 
“Thank you, mom,” I sob. She kisses my forehead then continues to stare down at me. 
“How far along are you?” she asks as I watch a tear fall from her eye.
“Three months,” I say with a sniffle. “We have a picture.” I peek over at Tristan and find him opening his wallet to pull the ultrasound out. My mom releases me and sits down next to Tristan.
“She was only eight weeks along when it was taken,” he says as he hands the paper over to her. She looks at it closely as I glance over at my dad. I find him watching me and I get nervous that he isn’t as happy as my mom. My worries are gone when his lips lift into a small smile. I wipe my eyes and he nods, somehow telling me he’s ok. I nod back and turn to look back at my mom and Tristan. I find them both looking down at the ultrasound and smiling.
“I get another one on Monday. I’ll text you a picture,” I say and she nods but keeps her head on the fuzzy black and white picture. 
I can’t believe how much better I feel. I’m relieved and even more excited now. I cannot wait to get married and even though we haven’t made any plans yet I’m still excited. Then we will raise our baby together and maybe even have more. I know it’s quick thinking but I love this feeling. I want to keep this feeling. I smile and realize that I can also start telling my friends. Rachel and Sloan are going to freak out. I don’t really know how Peter and Matt are going to react though. I don’t even know if they know that I am seeing anyone let alone engaged. We have a lot of catching up to do but I won’t worry about that yet. Right now I’m just going to focus on preparing for my baby with Tristan. I’m so happy that we don’t have to keep this a secret anymore. 

 


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