New Jersey

I'm from San Antonio. Living in between SA and Corpus at the moment but looking to move back closer.

Thanks a bunch!

Sorry, the line spacing was very tight in my word processor so I had been leaving spaces between paragraphs. I've fixed that but I don't see a way to change the font. Hopefully it's a bit better now.

Jennifer began to stammer. Pregnant? She couldn’t be pregnant? That was impossible!    “Th-there’s no way!” Jennifer managed to spit out. “I can’t be! I-I mean, I just had my period five days ago!” It was lighter than normal, but it was there!    “Some women still experience spotting. It’s normal.” The doctor said. She swiped a hand over her face and glanced around the room, mind reeling. She had been exhausted lately, and irritable, nauseated, and bloated, but she had chalked it up to stress. Even the binge eating. She never thought in her wildest dreams it was because she was eating for two.    “I-I’m pregnant.” she repeated to herself as if to test the words out.    “Congratulations.” Meaghan said, coming in with a clipboard in hand. So that’s why she seemed so amused. “By the way, I know it’s called ‘morning sickness’ but it will get you any time of the day, just a heads up.” Jennifer nodded numbly as her hand automatically cradled her belly. A baby…she was going to have a baby.    “I can’t believe you had sex with him!” Matilda nearly shouted.    “Of course she had sex with him, what do you think they're doing upstairs when we’re playing video games? Playing chess?” Hortensia said. Both Meaghan and the doctor began to laugh.    “She’s got you pegged.” Meaghan said. Jennifer began to blush. So one of the kids had noticed. She thought they were being rather subtle, but apparently not.    “What? Don’t believe in the stork?” The doctor asked amused, nodding his head in Matilda’s direction.    “I read.” Matilda said before Jennifer could formulate a response.    “Much too inquisitive, this one.” Jennifer explained. “Too smart for her own good sometimes.”   “Apparently not smart enough.” Hortensia said sarcastically.    “Hey!” Matilda complained.   “Knock it off.” Jennifer admonished half- heartedly. Pregnant. She was pregnant. A baby of her own. Oh gosh. A nursery. She would need to make a nursery. And clothes! And a crib! A baby! Small enough to cradle in her arms. She pictured rocking them in a chair, giving them a bottle. First steps. First words. She’d get to be there for it all.    Jennifer grinned and let out a laugh. She was ecstatic. No. Euphoric! No, Exhilarated! She was…uh-oh.  “Bag! In the bag!”    …   It wasn’t until Jenny had left without her that Hortensia’s situation finally began to hit home. She had really done it. She had really just got up and left her here. What if she didn’t come back? What came after three days? Would Jenny send her away? Her eyes began to blur with tears. Hortensia had refused to acknowledge her presence once she had learned of her fate. Her chest hurt. She regretted not saying good-bye and accepting her hug.    “We’ll get you out of here once they’re ready for you.” The nurse said before seeing the look on her face and gave her a pitying smile. “It’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be scared of. You’ll be with other patients. You’ll go to both group and one-on-one therapy, you’ll color, get to watch lots of movies, and they’ll take a closer look at your medications. It’s not a scary place. It’s not like the movies. You’re not locked up with the criminally insane.”   Hortensia let out a weak chuckle.    “Sometimes, life can get the best of us, and sometimes we just need to take a step back and unplug. This is the place to do that. No school. No work. No chores. Think of it like a vacation.” Hortensia liked the sound of that. Jenny could be a real slave driver sometimes. Just when she thought the torture of school was over, she was being told to mop the kitchen and do the dishes. So annoying.    “Will I get a shot?”    “I don’t know, that’s up to your doctor.” Hortensia bit her lip. “Not a fan of needles. I remember. If you let them do what needs to be done, it won’t be such a big deal. If you need a shot, you’re getting a shot, no matter how much you flail and kick. You cannot out-flail us.” Hortensia watched as she began shadow boxing the air.    “You box?” Hortensia asked, mildly interested.    “Yep, kick boxing and mixed martial arts as well.” she counted off on her fingers. “Gymnastics when I was little.” she let out a chuckle. “My parents wanted me to try out for cheerleading in highschool, only I joined the wrestling team instead. I said the uniforms were cuter.”   “Were they?” Hortensia asked, puzzled. Meaghan began to laugh.    “Bloody hells, no, they were hideous. Imagine a single piece leotard that stops mid thigh and gives you the worst wedgie of your life as you try not to pick it in front of a crowd of people.”   “I have a punching bag at home.”    “Ah, maybe I should tell them to watch out for you.” Meaghan laughed. “Got a fighter headed their way.”    One hour became two, and two became four. She was bored and hungry. Her Gameboy sat beside her, the batteries already drained. If she knew she was going to stay here she would have brought spares. And more than one game. She had tried to ask for some, but they said they didn’t have any.     Finally, after around four in the evening, a man came into view pushing a wheelchair into the gap in the curtain separating her bed from the others. “Looks like your ride’s here.” Meaghan said, poking her head in.    He introduced himself as Stephen and went over a list of rules that went in one ear and out the other. Hortensia never liked when the adults started with rules.    “No knives, guns, explosives, shoelaces, drugs, alcohol, metal, belts…” he went on and on. “The crown this” and “the crown that” with a bunch more legal jargon thrown into the mix.“Any questions?” She shook her head. She had tons, but her mouth didn’t seem to want to work. “Are you bringing any personal belongings?” She held up her dead Gameboy.    “Got something for you on my lunch break.” Meaghan said before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a four pack of AA’s. Hortensia’s heart leapt. She was saved!    …   “Last stop, I promise.” Jennifer said once her and Matilda had gotten back into the car. They had just gotten back from the grocery store, where she had bought a home pregnancy test and, unable to wait until she got home, had run into the bathroom to take it. Positive. She was really really pregnant.    “Where to now?” Matilda huffed.    “The police station.” Jennifer said, ignoring the girl's attitude. She wasn’t happy about the news. She didn’t do well with change, but Jennifer knew she would come to accept it with time, like she had with all the other changes in her life. She was going to be a great big sister.    When they got to the police station, they were told the detective that had been so eager to speak to her wasn’t in.    “That’s odd.” Jennifer mused, sliding back into the car. He had made it sound so urgent. She let out a sigh. “Looks like it’s just going to be us for a few days.” Us…and the baby. She cradled her stomach and wondered what it would be like to feel him or her kick for the first time.    “Isn’t that him?” Matilda asked. Jennifer looked up and saw an asian man dressed in a gray suit with a bowler hat.    “Oh, good eye. Let’s go.” Out of the car and across the parking lot, they followed him to his car.   “Didn’t she say he wasn’t here? He just came out of the building.”    “Maybe he was on his way out? Hello, sir.” she called out. He looked up and frowned at them both.    “Can I help you with something?”    “I’m Jennifer Honey, you wanted to speak to me. You said it was urgent.” Recognition flashed across his face.   “Right, sorry, didn’t recognize you. How are you?” But before Jennifer could answer he started talking again. “Unfortunately, as of this afternoon, your case has been reassigned to another detective.” He sounded annoyed. She wondered what happened.   “Oh?” Jennifer said. “Who should I talk to then?”    “If you go to the front desk they can put you in touch with the right person.”   “Oh, alright. Do you know why?”   “I’m sorry, I can’t say. Please excuse me.” He hurried into his car and began to back up. Jennifer grabbed Matilda’s hand and backed away from the moving car.   “Someone’s impatient.” Matilda said.    “Well, let’s go back inside and get this sorted out.” But when they went inside and explained the situation, they were told the person they were looking for wasn’t available.    “I think she says that to everyone.” Matilda whispered. “She didn’t even check.”    Jennifer shrugged, left her contact information, and the two of them left.    “Hey, mom?” Matilda asked on the ride back to the house. “Why is Hortensia in the Insane Asylum?” Jennifer rolled her eyes.   “She is not in an insane asylum; she’s in the Behavioral Health Unit. Hortensia… she isn’t well right now. She’s having a hard time adjusting and the stress is…well…affecting her in odd ways.” Matilda was silently mulling this over. “Have you noticed anything odd? Besides refusing to eat.” “Hmm, not really. She seems as annoying and bossy as usual. But, seriously, how thick do you have to be to think you’re poisoning anyone?”    “Matilda, now’s not the time for name calling.” The girl let out a half-hearted grunt of acknowledgement.    “The same level of stupid to think people are watching her with video cameras in her toys.” Matilda said under her breath.    “Matilda! What did I just say?” But the words slowly began to sink in. “What are you talking about? What video cameras? What people?”    “There was one night she was acting like a loon. I forgot about that.”   “Matilda! You don’t just forget.”   “Fine, I didn’t think it was important!” Matilda said, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I thought it was annoying, not concerning. She woke me up in the middle of the night and started ranting about cameras in the dolls. She was sleepwalking.”    “Sleepwalking?” Jennifer asked. She hadn’t known Hortensia sleepwalked. Although… She thought of the pacing outside her door multiple times a week. “Why wouldn’t you say something sooner? Why would you think paranoid behavior like that isn’t important?”   She remembered what Hortensia had said when she had confronted her with Spot's remains. “I needed to see what was inside.”   “Because she was asleep!” Matilda exclaimed. “You say crazy lunatic stuff in your sleep all the time!” She had a point.    “Okay Miss-Cranky-Pants, sounds like someone needs a nap when they get home.” Jennifer teased. Matilda crossed her arms, pouting, and remained silent the rest of the drive.  A hint of a smile curled up the corner of Jennifer’s mouth. She was still her little girl.    She felt like nothing could upset her now. Not having to temporarily commit her rental child and knowing she’d catch hell for it afterwards, or the inconvenient police run around, or childish tantrums. Today was a day of miracles. She rubbed her tummy. Her little miracle.     “Is Mr. Fern having a party?” Matilda asked suddenly as they turned down the street. Jennifer stared uneasily at the dozen or so people congregating on Mr. Ferns lawn. Their eyes seemed to follow her as she pulled into the driveway. Your imagination. She put the car into park and turned her attention to Matilda.   “Bed.” Jennifer said.  “What? No! Why?” Matilda whined.    “Because you get grumpy when you’re tired. It’s been a long day full of surprises, and I am certainly exhausted.”   “That’s because you vomited eight times in the petrol station parking lot on the drive home.”    “Who’s counting?” She said with an uneasy laugh. She had only been acquainted with the term “morning sickness” for less than a day and she was already over it.    “I was. You threw up fourteen times today.”    “Okay okay,” Jennifer said, ushering her inside. She cast one more anxious glance across the street at the congregation of people across the way. Jennifer got the distinct feeling they were staring at her as if she had just interrupted something. She grabbed the post out her mailbox before heading inside and tossed the mail on the table. She leaned against the kitchen counter to think.    Pregnant.    Her hands wrapped around her belly protectively. How far along was she? It couldn’t be that far. She had only been sexually active for the last couple months. She frowned. She had taken some solid hits from Hortensia. She thought of the elbow she had taken to the abdomen last night.    What if they couldn’t get to the bottom of Hortensia’s aggression? Now that she was pregnant, she couldn’t be taking heavy blows like that. It was one thing to sacrifice her own body, but it wasn’t just about her anymore.    “Hey, mom, what’s this?” Matilda called. Jennifer looked up to find Matilda holding up a piece of paper with a handwritten note on it.    She stared at it for a moment trying to decipher the code. It was a list of Bible verses, she knew that much, but it meant nothing to her. Exodus 20:16. Proverbs 6:12-13. Proverbs 12:22. Proverbs 6:16-19. Colossians 3:6. Psalm 7:11. Ezekiel 7:8.    “It’s just junk mail.” Jennifer said. “Everyone probably got one.” She crumpled it up.   “That’s weirdly threatening junk mail.” Matilda said with a scowl.    “Threatening? What do you mean?” She uncrumpled the note. “Do you know what these are?” What was she asking, of course she did.    “They're all about how God hates liars and will punish them.” Jennifer’s stomach soured. “The last one is ‘I will soon pour out my wrath upon you and spend my anger against you.’”    Lovely.   She peeked out the window. They were all just standing there…watching her. She closed the blinds. If she called the police could they even do anything? Or would it just give them the satisfaction of knowing they had unnerved her. She didn’t want to scare Matilda and she was much too worn out to deal with their drama.    “Nap time.” Jennifer announced. Matilda’s face soured.    “I don’t need a nap.” she insisted. e   “I do.” Jennifer said. “And I need someone to snuggle with.” She made her best pouty face. “Please?” Matilda’s shoulders slumped in defeat.    “If it’ll make you feel better.” She grumbled while looking away, arms crossed across her chest.   “It would.”    They went upstairs where Jennifer stripped and collapsed into bed exhausted, her body aching in places she didn’t know she could.    “Don’t you dare throw up on me.” Matilda said, crawling her way over onto Jennifer's chest.   “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.” Jennifer said, letting out a weak chuckle and wrapping her arms around Matilda.   “I’m serious! If you puke on me I’m never cuddling with you again. Why are you laughing!?”    “I’ve gone delirious.” Jennifer said. She squeezed the protesting girl in her arms and rocked her. “I’m just so happy.” Matilda gave an unenthusiastic grunt. “You know, no matter how many people we add to our family, it’s never going to change how much I love you. You’ll always be my girl.” She kissed her cheek as Matilda complained about puke breath, which only made Jennifer laugh harder and plant more kisses on her face. “You’re going to be such a good big sister.”    “Does this mean you and Brian are going to get married?”    “I don’t know.”    A smile worked its way to her lips as she thought about it. Was she finally at a place in her life where she could look to the future and see happiness? She had a career, one and a half daughters, a baby on the way and… dare she think, a possible husband? It was everything she had ever dreamed of. Freedom. Love. Security. She fell asleep dreaming of wedding dresses and baby outfits.

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