5thMar

[Kyla]

My ankles are so swollen it's practically impossible for me to move anywhere, even if it is just to the toilet.

Luckily, this is the perfect excuse to stay at home and not go to work. Giving me the opportunity to waste the day away.

For the first time ever in my life, I actually feel bad for my mum. She has probably gone through everything I am going through and worse when she was pregnant with me.

I just want to tell her 'thanks for carrying me' as I now know how hard it actually is to have a child growing inside of you.

The more I think, the more I begin to miss her (and my dad). I know I shouldn't. I have never been close to my parents, or any of my family for that matter.

I almost feel bad for not keeping as much contact with them as I should've, but they have also not bothered reaching out to me so I shouldn't feel as guilty as I do.

A part of me wants to reach out to them, to tell them how much I miss them. I do miss them, we may not have been close but they are still my parents.

I feel guilty for keeping them out of the loop of what's going on in my life. They are very judgmental, so I know they won't be too impressed that I am pregnant, but I'm hoping that they would be happy for me.

I know that if I let them in on what's happening in my life, I couldn't possibly tell them about Harry.

If I did they would just place a nasty opinion on him and look at him as if he is anything other than the caring person he is.

Not only this, but how would I know they wouldn't tell? How would I know that there won't be a news article about everything?

After what feels like years of contemplating whether or not I should reach out to my parents, I decide to go ahead and send a text.

Me:
hey, mum. I was wondering if you and dad are busy at all this week and if not if we could catch up? X

Mum:
Your father and I would love to see you. We are free today if you would like to come over? Love you xo - mum

I giggled to myself at how she signs her texts off, reminding me of Harry. It's almost as if they don't know their contact ID comes up.

I put my phone down and begin to get ready. I decided that I should put in more effort than what I usually do as I know they are going to be judging me enough as it is, hopefully if I make an effort they wouldn't point out how much i look like a mess lately.

After a few minutes, I finish getting dressed into leggings and a blouse, with a white vest top under so you don't see my bare body.

I then begin to apply makeup to my face, putting more on than usual, surprised at how well it actually turned out. Why can't I look this good always?

I then head to the bathroom and begin to brush my teeth, scrubbing them harder than I should.  I then pull out my hair brush and begin brushing my hair.

Luckily for me, I have naturally straight hair so I don't need to straighten them. I was grateful my hair would always look as if I straightened it, without me actually doing so.

I then rush over to my closet, pulling out my black air forces and begin putting them on my feet. Once done, I head over to my mirror, staring in shock at how good I actually looked.

Wow I should really start putting more effort into my appearance.

I grab my keys and phone, before heading out of the door and making my way to my car.

The drive was around 15 minutes, and apart of me wished that it was longer so I actually had time to prepare myself with what's about to happen.

What if they ask who the father is? Do i lie and pretend I don't know? I'm sure that will go down well.

I leave my car, locking it behind me. I walk myself up their drive and to the door (in great difficulty may I add).

I raise my hand to knock, but I freeze. I just wanted to turn around and go home. I felt sick from all the nerves.

I quickly knocked before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, still wanting to run back to my car and hide.

The door quickly opened to my dad, standing with a big smile on my face. Has he won the lottery or something? I've never pictured my parents to be happy to see me so this is a surprise.

"Keeks! I'm so happy to see you!" He waves me in. I roll my eyes at the nickname he has been calling me since the day I was born, clearly it wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

As we approach the living room I can hear my mothers voice, clearly having a conversation down the phone.

We walk into the oversized room and no surprise, she's on the phone. This is something that I'm used to, I grew up practically on my own. When my parents wasn't working they would be on the phone discussing their meetings and what not.

"Okay, look, Kell, I'm going to have to go, Kyla is here. Okay bye, bye." Her voice speaks.

"Hey mum" I smile, hoping for the best.

"Kyla, hey. How are you? You doing okay in that horrible apartment of yours or have you finally moved?" She whined

"Mummmm, it was a brand new apartment when Ciara and I moved in. It's a lovely place and much bigger than what we need"

"Oh, so you're still living with that Ciara girl then?" She glared.

"Yes, she's my best friend and it's much better than being alone all the time. Now can we please change topic?" I rolled my eye.

We had a few pointless conversations that lasted 0.5 seconds and before I new it, she was back to insulting me.

"So, You're clearly put on weight. What have I told you about meals? You have got to portion your food, Kyla. Goodness look at you" she hissed.

"Honey, be nice. It's not often we get to see our little girl" my dad chipped in. I was thankful he was here if I'm honest. I might not be close to either of them but my dad has always had my back.

"Actually, my eating is fine... there's actually something I wanted to tell you" I say before getting cut off.

"Please tell me you aren't. Kyla, what have we discussed? All these years raising you and you didn't listen to a thing I taught you? Please tell me this is some kind of joke?!" She groaned, once again making a big deal out of nothing.

"Actually I am. I knew you wasn't going to be too happy with it, but I thought you had the right to know. I didn't want to hide this from you, it's your decision whether you want to be in her life or not. I just thought I would leave that for you to decide and not me."

My dad looked over to me with a faint smile, clearly impressed that I have grown up. He quickly turns to my mum and nods.

"Well... who's is it?" She groans, crossing her arms and sticking her nose up.

This was the one thing I wanted to avoid. I didn't want to lie to them, but what else could I do?

"Actually it's an ex's" I say before getting cut off once again.

"An ex's?! You want us to be happy for you for carrying your ex's child? Really, Kyla?" She hissed.

"Look, i know it doesn't exactly seem like the best thing to happen. But I'm actually really happy, I am starting a new part of my life that I never thought I'd get to experience. I knew you wouldn't agree with the pregnancy, let alone whatever way it happened... but I thought you could at least be happy for me"

"Well, is he going to be involved? If not, who is?" My dad said sympathetically.

"Actually yes, he is. Not only that but Ciara also desperately wants to help. She loves kids and can't wait to spoil her" I grinned

"So it's a her?" My mother spoke, actually sounding like she cares. I nod, showing a faint smile.

"Well, congratulations, Keeks. We love you and hope to see you soon, but we have lots of work to be doing" my dad spoke, getting up and walking to the door.