Happy little accident, ME! [good non fiction books to read txt] 📗

weird conversation. I heard my mom hand up then run into the kitchen.
“Gracie, dinner!” I was upstairs getting my bag ready when she shouted of me. I walked into the dining room and sat on the nearest chair, it made a farting noise when I sat. My mom walked into the room with a covered over dish. I was so hungry I could eat a horse. My mom sat next to me, her eyes were wide and creepy. She lifted the lid off the food. I nearly threw up all over the table, it was smoked mackerel, one of my favourite things. But right now, it made me feel worse than this morning, I ran into the small bathroom. I only just made it to the toilet. It was the first time I was actually sick today. I was glad when I’d stopped throwing up because I felt so much better, like there was nothing wrong with me. Sitting round the toilet brought something back to me, it was a memory of my mom telling me her gory pregnancy stories; She had once told me that my grandma had know she was pregnant when she served fish one night for dinner and my mom was fine all day, until she saw that,. She was throwing up for hours. My grandma had known by this because that's how her mom knew she was pregnant, it was kinda like a thing that was passed down through the ages. Then it hit me. Oh my god no. Jesus no. This can’t be happening. I had missed my period this month, but they had always been off schedule. It had been a month since me and Jamie had first had sex (After the party with the Charlotte incident) it went fast, I know. My mom must know, what was I going to do! I can’t be pregnant!
“Gracie your dads here!” She knocked on the door. I did not want to leave the bathroom. But I left my bag by the door so I could make a dash for it without seeing my mom. I opened the door slowly to check my surroundings. No one was around, I ran to the hall and stopped abruptly. My mom and dad were stood in the hallway. She’s told him, I'm dead. I'm dead.
“Hey Grace, you feeling okay?” My dad asked, with a huge smile on his face.
“Yeah so much better thanks!” I replied politely, I looked at my mom and she looked like she was about to burst into tears. I felt exactly how she looked. I looked her with a sorry smile on my face, but she just looked away. “I’ll see you Monday mom.” I kissed her on the cheek. My dad lead the way to the car. And I got in the passenger side.
“We have to go straight to the hospital, I hope you don’t mind. I sound bad for leaving Michelle on her own during labor, but she wanted you at the birth.” He looked at me with a big smile on his face, it made me want to cry more. I was going to miss him when he was gone. He looked better recently, it gave me hope he was going to get better miraculously but I knew his illness was terminal and it was only the medication making him look better.
“She’s gone into labor! Wow, should I really be there, I was sick and I could infect things or something?” Even though I knew it wasn't an illness, I thought I’d better ask.
“ she went into labor around 7 this morning, we were trying to get in touch but your mom said you were ill. Oh no its fine, just make sure you use loads of disinfectant hand was and it’ll be fine.” He patted my hand. “ So have you thought of any names for her?” I looked at him in a shocked way. “Oh yeah, me and Michelle have decided, well Michelle did, you’re going to name her. Your also going to be her god mother, I know your already her big sister but we thought you deserved to be something more.” He didn't look at me this time because he was too busy parking the car.
“Seriously? I’m going to be the god mother! Um I guess I should say thanks!” I hugged my dad tightly and kissed his cheek, he laughed and got out the car. He could walk so much better now he was on new medication. I followed him through the maternity ward, it brought back memories of my awful nightmare. We got to one of the private rooms, she must be in the last stages. I can’t believe I was about to watch my sister being born with the situation I'm in. I felt so awkward.
Michelle was in the middle of a contraction when we walked into the room. My dad hobble as fast as he could to her aid. When it was over Michelle looked at me and urged me over to her.
“Did your dad tell you about the baby?” I nodded at her. “ You mean everything to this family Gracie. Have you thought of a name yet?” she panted out through breaths.
“Um I think I'm going to meet her first, decide what names suit’s her. But I’ll make it a good one.” These hormones were getting to me, I wanted to cry my eyes out.
The midwife came into the room and did a check on her, which was really gross. If I was pregnant, I would have to go through all of this. I didn't catch what was said but it looked like she was ready to push. I’d only been there 2 hours but I guess she has been in labour a long time. All these people flooded into the room to deliver this tiny baby. There were doctors and midwifes everywhere, my dad was stood at the bed in-between her head and where the baby was coming from, I decided to stay beside her head. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it super tight, and I swear I felt my bones move. After a few screams from Michelle, words of encouragement from the midwife and my dad jumping up and down with excitement- I was pretty sure that was good for him right now, but hey he was happy. Then all of a sudden, through all the noise a little scream filled the room. It was the cutest most annoying scream I've heard in my life. It reminded me of when I first met Louie, I know I was 3 but weirdly I remember it; I was sat with my dad when Michelle brought him through, they let me hold him with help and he cried for hours. I remember hiding under the dining table until he shut up.
I kissed Michelle on the forehead and said congratulations. I've never seen a bigger smile come from someone that has just gone through that pain. I went and sat in the corner chair and waited until everyone had finished cleaning the baby. When everyone left the room, it was just me, my dad, Michelle and the new baby. They were cooing over her, I sat and watched. I tried to imagine me being in that situation, and I could see it. I didn't want to but I could. I walked over to them. They both looked up from the baby at me smiling. Michelle lifted the baby up for me to grab her. She weighed the same as a bag of flour, she was so tiny. Her eyes were big and dark; they don’t usually get color in them until later on. Her eyelashes were long and thick, matching the thickness of the curls on her head. She had the same hair as Michelle because her hair was dark and curly. The baby was making like gargling noise. I must have looked concerned because my dad touched my shoulder and said it was normal. She was gorgeous. I could help but cry happy tears. A flash startled me, my dad was getting snap happy with the camera. I probably looked a mess on the photos but I didn't care, I was holding my baby sister.
I tried thinking of names I knew that would suite her but none of them seemed right; Ruby, Lilly, Harper, Beth, Ria I tried to think of beautiful names but nothing seemed to fit her. After a while, I was stuck between Tia, Sophia or Harper .
“Um which do you prefer, Sophia, Tia or Harper?” I asked Michelle and my dad, still not taking my eyes of the baby.
“I like Harper and Sophia. What about you?” Michelle asked my dad. My dad looked confused.
“I like them both. I don’t know, you guy’s choose. I don’t want to get the blame for this if it’s bad.” My dad walked back to his chair with his hands up.
“What about Sophia Harper Taylor?” I asked, saying out loud sounded so much better than in my head.
“Oh I love it! She looks like a Sophia too! It’s perfect Grace. The lady will be round soon for the birth certificate thing.” She looked like she was about to fall asleep, so I walked away with Sophia. She hadn't cried once while I was holding her. When I sat in the chair at the other side of the room, I noticed my dad staring at me.
“What?” I laughed at him, he had the sweetest smile on his face.
“I wish I could be around to see you have your kids Gracie, you’d make the perfect mother. That little girl is going to have the best big sister ever. I feel bad not being able to see either of you grow up, and Louie. I’m going to miss you guys so much.” He began to cry, so did I.
“Dad, don’t think like that! It’s not your fault.” I choked out I tried not to cry because it was shaking the baby and she’s just gone to sleep.
“I know, I just wish it weren't true.” He wiped his eyes and looked back at his paper. The room door opened, I was expecting to see the nurse but it was Louie and his Grandma.
“Aw where is she? The beautiful new edition! Have you thought a name yet? Oh hi Gracie dear.” She came over and stroked Sophia’s face. I replied to the hello. Louie sat next to Michelle, who didn't even get five minutes sleep but still manages to look beautiful.
“Um yeah, Grace picked her name; Sophia Harper Taylor, isn't it beautiful?” Michelle said, even happiness oozed out of her voice.
“Oh yes I love it! Aw well done Gracie!” She kissed my forehead and I gave her a polite smile. I stood up and put Sophia in the little cot beside Michelle’s bed. Sophia was still sound asleep. My dad also stood up and got his coat on.
“ C'mon Grace, we better head home, Mia are you bringing Louie back to yours?” He turned to Michelle’s mom.
“Yes, It’ll be late when were done here.” She replied without even looking at him. He just raised his eyebrows at me. He walked over and kissed Michelle and told her he’d see her tomorrow when he comes to pick them up. He kissed Louie and Sophia and headed for the door. I kissed everyone good bye and walked towards my dad. I was late and outside was pitch black, we could barely find the car. When we eventually found it, I offered to drive because my dad looked exhausted, he didn't object. The car was freezing, I didn't know how to switch the heating, my dad saw me struggling and pushed on quick button and the heating was on full. The drive from the hospital lasted 15 minutes.
My dad had fallen to sleep and I woke him, he seemed kinda startled. When we got in the house my