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Savannah pov

i was tossing and turning, alternating between hugging my pillow and not. Kicking the covers off, and then pulling them back up. Turning from laying on my side, to laying on my back.

18 weeks in counting, and i CANNOT get comfortable.

I am so used to sleeping on my stomach and hugging the pillows above my head. Now that i am unbelievably huge, i can't sleep on my stomach anymore. and that isn't safe anyway i'm sure.

Not to mention, i had googled last night what 18 weeks pregnant is supposed to look like, and i am almost twice as fat as other women. Adult women at that!

I need to talk to my mom. I need a mom right now, and even though my doctors appointment is tomorow, (i looked at my clock that said 2:24 am,) ok today, i want my mom.

That sounds so childish to say. especially considering i am having a baby of my own, but still. I can admit it. I want my mom.

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The last i remember seeing on the clock was 3:07. Then i must've fallen asleep, because i woke feeling completely UN-rested, freezing cold, and sick to my stomach.

Sick? Why am i still sick? my dad, even Kurts dad, and Kurts stepmom, and Blaines mom, EVERYONE has said that the nausea should've stopped by now!

Thank god for the doctor, because i keep feeling, right in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong.

I emptied my stomach, for the millionth time in the past 4 months, and clutched the sides of the toilet and just tried to take deep breaths. I am soooo over this.

I showered quickly, wanting to get clean and brush my teeth as soon as possible.

As i got downstairs, i sat down at the table next to Justin, and grabbed an apple from the center bowl. My dad came right to me with a plate and a knife, and i swear, he is always there. He looked to be making eggs and toast for Justin, and i just scrunched my nose.

I hate eggs so much.

I sliced up my apple in silence while the pan sizzled, and Justin was falling asleep over his homework.

"Justin Anthony! Stop dozing off!" My dad called to him and he jolted awake.

"I'm tired!" He groaned sleepy.

My dad poured the eggs out onto a large plate and said, "I don't care how tired you are! If you did your assignment last night like you were supposed to, i would've let you sleep in. But you decided to procrastinate. Finish your homework! Your teacher comes online live in an hour."

Justin rubbed his eyes and yawned, and tried to focus on his work.

I just shook my head at him. He does online school, and there is alot more work than there is in public schools 3rd grade, but my parents are very big on education, and the best education we can get, is online. I had to do online school until the end of 7th grade. And Justin is in for the same thing.

My dad put a plate of breakfast in front of Justin and his eyes got immediately happy as he dropped his pencil, and happily replaced it with a fork.

"Disgusting..." i rolled my eyes.

"I hope you plan on making something else too. You need to eat more than an apple Savannah."

I shrugged. Whats the point when it'll just end up in the toilet later.

I found my stomach grumbling though as i bit my apple and saw Justin scarfing his breakfast down like a starved orphan. I eyed his eggs with fervor, and reached over, seemingly against my will and grabbed a chunk of egg.

"Hey! Get your own!" Justin shouted with a mouth full trying to smack my hand to let go of the piece i stole.

I stuck my tongue out at him and popped the egg into my mouth.

Hmm... Wow that is weird. I really don't like eggs, but i want some. Like, really want some.

"Savannah, leave your brothers plate alone! What can i get you to eat?"

I paused, and was a little bit embarrassed to ask him to make me some eggs. He knows i hate them, and thats why he didn't make me any in the first place.

"Uhm... Can you make me some scrambled eggs too?"

He turned to look at me with a quirked eyebrow, and i looked down at my stomach. "The baby wants eggs..."

He looked at me with disbelief that i actually referred to my pregnancy. I haven't done that yet. And then he smiled, followed by a small chuckle.

"Ok. Coming up."

I smiled a little, and ate more of my apple.

"Savannie, you don't even like eggs! You used to tell mommy and daddy all the time!"

He must not have just heard me. i rolled my eyes, 8 year olds...

"I think the baby likes eggs, because i want some."

Justin looked at me confused, but intrigued. "You can tell what it likes? How?"

Good question... I just shrugged when my dad answered for me, eyes on the pan in front of him.

"They're called cravings Juss. When the baby wants something, they are able to make the mommy's tummy feel like it wants a certain food, so that she feels like thats what she wants to eat."

Ok. Thanks dad, i thought.

"oooooh." Justin said, going back to his toast, and homework, having got his answer.

My dad set a plate in front of me, with 2 slices of toast with Jam along with eggs. I don't want to eat that much for breakfast. I already had an apple. Now the eggs, so thats enough. I'm already enormous!

"Thanks dad. But i don't need any toast."

My dad sat beside me with a coffee mug. "Honey, i don't think you're eating enough. You don't ever come down for breakfast anymore, and you don't clean your plate at dinner. You have to eat what you normally do, and more."

I'm already way too big for 4 months pregnant. I don't want to blow up so much that there is more fat than baby. That can't be healthy can it?

"Dad, i'm already blowing up! I went on google, and i am the size of someone who is 6 months pregnant instead of 4 months. I'm huge, and i'm not that hungry."

But my stomach grumbled with its just fantastic timing! I wanted to sigh.

"You may not be hungry, but your baby is. Eat."

I didn't argue it anymore. I just ate. I alternated between bites of toast, and bites of egg, and looking at Justins work to help him with some math problems that i swear i didnt learn until 6th grade, and he's doing them in 3rd.

My dad nursed his coffee and watched us in silence. He does that alot. Just sits back and watches us kids interact. Sometimes, he just stands in the doorway and watches us argue. He says "this is why i had kids. To watch them do cute things, ridiculous things, get messy, and be defiant."

My dad seriously was meant to be a father. I never have any doubts that he loves us. Even though i've made this mess that i am in.

Just as i was finishing up my last bit of toast, realizing that, wow! i finished my plate very quickly, my mom came in, kissed my dad a good morning, and went straight for the coffee pot.

"Hi momma." Justin called to her, and she called back a "Hi sweetie."

I didn't bother saying good morning. She would only say it back in a bored fashion, and not look at me when she did it. It made me feel worse than just sitting here and not saying anything.

I just pulled my phone out and fiddled with it for a minute before realizing it was too early to text anyone. It was too quiet. No sound but the scribble of Justins pencil, and the news playing in the background from the living room.

I got up to put my plate in the sink and i felt my mom's eyes on me.

"Shouldn't you have left for school by now?"

You're talking to me all of a sudden? i wanted to say, but i didn't.

"It's a teacher in-service day. And i have my doctors appointment today."

Oh, she breathed under her breath while nodding. She seemed like she wanted to say more. I swear it did, but when she didn't say anything else, i figured that was all i was going to get, so i turned back around and went into the living room.

Sigh...

I really miss my mom.

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Blaine Pov

Is it possible to have a perfect night? I think i may have had one. I had lovely Kurt filled dreams and I wasn't stressed out when i went to bed for the first time in a while. It was nice. Over the weekend, i got an interview for Target, and another interview for a coffee shop on Wednesday at 4:00 and 5:00. I'll have to miss warbler practice to get to them, but missing one rehearsal is worth it to be able to maybe get one of these jobs that'll start after warbler practice every day, so i don't have to miss it again.

Even though we didn't win Regionals, and we have no plans to go to nationals, we still have other shows and things that we do. Also, those of us who will be Warblers again next year, are rehearsing for next years Sectionals. It was great being a Warbler, and i know how important it is for me to get a job because of Savannah and... and the baby, but i don't want to completely give up something that makes me very happy. I will get a job. But i want to get a job on my own, and one that works for me.

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Of course, all of that stress came rushing back to me once i sat at the table for breakfast.

"Good morning son."

"Morning." I muttered.

"Your mom had a meeting this morning, but she'll be back before dinner tonight. I expect you'll be bringing home some news after your appointment."

"Sure." I mumbled. Whether it would be considered good news, or bad news, or 'expected' news i didn't know.

"Is there anything for breakfast?" I asked. I am starving.

My dad just looked up from his PDA at me and shook his head.

"You're going to be a father soon. I think you can make your own breakfast."

I know that i can make my own breakfast, i just never have to because our home carer(housekeeper, cook, whatever shes needed for) "Jane" usually does it.

Wonder where Jane is...

Whatever. I can make my own eggs. I think i make them fluffier on my own anyways. No offense to Jane, because shes great.

I went to the pan and fridge, and gathered some things for an omelette.

Me and eggs might have an unhealthy relationship. I love them, and eat them probably every single morning for breakfast.

With my food looking perfect on a plate, i take it to the table to devour it, and my dad started on his on and on.

"So i spoke with my friend yestarday. He said he didn't recieve a call from you yet."

I didn't look up from my plate, and i took a bite and chewed it slowly to bide my time.

"I haven't called." i confirmed.

"Why not?"

I already told him this. I told him i didn't want the job.

"Dad, i have two interviews this week for jobs. One at Target and another at a coffee shop. They both will be part time so i can start after school, AND Warbler practice is over, and they pay more than minimum wage."

My dad put his hands on the table in front of him. "Yeah, a dollar more. Blaine, you are being very childish. You need to stop this nonsense and grow up. You are having a baby and you're gonna need alot more than a measly 8 bucks an hour to take care of it."

"9." i chimed in. But i knew that didn't make much of a difference. I just felt like being sarcastic.

"Dont be a smart ass Blaine." My dad spat.

I finished the rest of my breakfast quickly, eager to get the hell out of here! I don't even know why i bothered coming down here for breakfast at all. I would've been better off going straight out to the Lima Bean to meet Kurt, and had coffee and biscotti for breakfast. But man, i really prefferred an omelette, and then coffee and biscotti.

"I have to go. I'm meeting Kurt for coffee."

As i grabbed my keys and coat, he stood beside me and snatched my keys from me. "What?"

"You have school today." he chided.

I wanted to scoff, but i settled for just talking. "Ok, you said i could miss today because of Savannah's appointment!"

"Not if you're going to be off galavanting with that boy. You either go to be with her, or go to school until after lunch, and then drive to take her to her appointment."

I just sighed low, and quipped a quick "fine". and he tossed my keys back to me.

I left the house as quickly as possible, and started driving. I am going to the Lima Beam to meet Kurt and spend the morning with him, and i will go over to Savannah's at like... 2, or something. So we'll have like a half an hour to talk. That's all we need. My dad thinks i need to spend every waking moment with her, and she's gonna get sick of me that way. I'm going to be with Kurt.

I put on a pop radio station to calm myself. Gawd I love music.

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I am so comfortable at the Hudmels. Coming over here always makes me feel like part of a family. Even if only for a little while.

Kurt and I were making soup and sandwiches for lunch for ourselves, and Burt and Finn. Mckinley apparently has some teacher-work day or something like that. Awesome for me because i love spending time here.

My phone buzzed and i rolled my eyes at my dad's text.
"Who texted?" Kurt asked, looking to me from my right.

"My dad." I answered rolling my eyes reading the text.

Invite Savannah for dinner son after your appt: mom and i want to have her around more often.

"Hes telling me to ask Savannah to come by for dinner after our appointment today." I sighed resigned, but then smiled a little when i realized that i said 'our' appointment. My subconcious is finally allowing my words to sound as responsible as i think.

Were in this together. even though i'm not technically over there with her. But i will be at the appointment with her, and i made the appointment with her, and i will be at every next appointment with her.

I came out of my thoughts when Kurt sighed softly, and i saw him look down at the table... and he looked bummed.

"Whats wrong?" I asked putting my hand over his hand putting mayo on bread.

"They've never invited me over for dinner." Kurt mumbled.

I raised a brow and opened my mouth just a bit. Is he jealous?

"Wait, Are you jealous of Savannah?" I asked. I honestly never thought that Kurt would get jealous of her. With as sick as she has been, and how stressful everything is between the two of us compared to how easy things are between Kurt and I, who would've thought Kurt'd get jealous.
Kurt didn't answer.
I chuckled a little bit now though, seeing Kurt so obviously jealous, and it is really adorable.

I let go of his hand, and he started to put meat on bread.

"I mean, the last time that I checked, boys couldn't get pregnant, but I guess i could try." I said with heaps of amusement, and a cheesy smile.

"Oh no you absolutely cannot!", Burt chimed in from the couch, not even looking involved in the conversation, one eye glued to the game on the screen, the other eye on his newspaper. But he was certainly paying attention to every word that we were saying.

I laughed out loud. Oh papa Burt.
Kurt looked at me and smirked a little, aiming to jab me with the butter knife. "Not of her being pregnant you dork..." He paused for a while, and then put the knife and condiments down. "I'm jealous she gets your parents approval, and I never will."

Oh... How did i not catch that that is what this is about...

I frowned and took Kurt's hand in both of mine
"Kurt," I assured, "baby you don't want my dad's approval. He is a pompous jackass.
and you already have my mom's approval. She gushes with me about you all the time."

He half smiled, and then i grabbed his face. "Hey? All that matters is that they can't touch us. You know, I'm supposed to be over at Savannah's right now, and I'm here with you."

Kurt put his hand over mine on his face.

"Is Blaine Anderson being defiant?" He teased.

I shrugged. "My dad can kiss my big toe."
Kurt giggled, and I pecked his lips softly. And did so three more times, until, Burt cleared his throat from the doorway. Kurt looked irritated having been interrupted, and my cheeks just burned red i think.

"Blaine, are u supposed to be with Savannah right now?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but closed my mouth, and bit my lip..."Well...there's a uh. well...yeah..."
Burt crossed his arms and exhaled through his nose.

I know that sigh. The 'disappointed in you, you're making the wrong decision' sigh.

"I- In my defense Mr. Hummel, her appointment isn't until 3, and the doctors is only 15 mins away, and its only noon." I pleaded.

God i hope he lets me stay for a couple more hours.

"Dad, he's over there all the time. Can't he just hang out here until he has to go?" Kurt asked and he even gave his dad 'the lip.'
Burt dropped his shoulders and sighed. "I guess so." He turned to go back to his couch.
"And quit making out over everyone's lunch..." Burt grumbled loudly.
Kurt and I just giggled.

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Savannah pov

"Momma said to go and eat your lunch." Justin told me peeking in through my doorway.

Instead of immediatly getting up to go downstairs and eat, i remained on my bed and just thought for a few minutes.

Why couldn't mom come and get me herself?! Why has she been avoiding me so much over the past month!

I am so sick of this!

I've had it. I am going to approach her. I want my mom back.

I have my first appointment today, i am stressed out, i am scared, and i am a freaking cow and don't understand why i am so big, or why i am still puking, or why my mom still won't talk to me! I'm tired of it!

I said i am sorry. I am being more responsible than i ever have been. I'm not dropping out of school, i'm not into drugs or out drinking constantly! I just made a mistake.

I made a mistake... and i'm sorry.

Of course, as i stood in my doorway watching my mom go into her room and close the door to a crack, i knew that even though i wanted to say all of those things to my mom, i wouldn't be able to say any of it.

But i am going to say something.

I slowly pushed her door open and saw her sitting at her desk online.

"Mom?" i called quietly, my nerves getting the better of me.

"Savannah, it's lunch time. You need to go eat."

I looked out the door, and considered just backing off, and going. But no! i need to do this.

"I had a big breakfast. I can wait a few minutes."

"Its going to get cold if you wait. I made-"

"Will you please stop trying to get rid of me and talk to me!?" I yelled.

She stayed silent, and turned to me. I thought she would look royally pissed off at me having my voice raised like that to her, but she didn't. she was just blank faced.

"Mom, i... I miss you ok? i miss talking to you, and i miss helping you cook some nights, and i miss us gushing about boys and glee club, and how much of an idiot Justin's friends are. I miss my mom. I know i was stupid by getting pregnant ok? I know i am too immature and irresponsible to be having a baby, but i'm having one! theres nothing i can do to change it, and i am having this baby now, and i am going to do whatever i can to do it right! But you promised! you promised that you would still treat me like your daughter and love me! But you don't, and you're not! and i-... I just miss you..."

Wow. I really ranted there. I called her a liar, and i called myself an idiot. I accepted that i am having a baby in a way that wasn't insulting to him or her.

Maybe im not so irresponsible.

"Savannah." My mom said sadly. "Savannah i- i miss you too sweetie."

I was confused. "Then- Then why won't you talk to me? You've been ignoring me for weeks, and i cant take it anymore."

"Honey," she started, "Every time i look at you and see your baby bump, i feel like i failed as a parent. I want to strangle you, and strangle that boy even though he has proven to be nothing short of a perfect gentlemen. I have no doubts that you two are going to be responsible, but, I feel like i failed as a mother by letting this happen. "I've been avoiding you to keep from falling apart..."

I looked down at my stomach that stuck well past my boobs that barely even count as boobs. i put a hand there to rest on the big bump. "I'm sorry mom. But i screwed up as a daughter. You didn't screw up as my mom. You trusted me to go to that party because i was always responsible, and i hadn't given you any reason not to trust me. If anything, you are a great mom."

She got up from her desk chair and grabbed my other hand and led me to sit on her and dads' bed. she sat beside me, and didn't let go of my hand.

"I'm sorry mom... But, i'm really scared right now, and i really need my mom right now."

My mom just nodded at me and let a tear slip from her eye. "Okay. I'm sorry too hun. I've been trying. I just didn't know how to come back to talking to you after avoiding you for so long. I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry."

I started to cry now too, and my mom wrapped me in an embrace and i clasped her back like it was my life force.

"Whoa," she said pulling back after a moment. "That belly is really out there."

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head slightly. "Don't act like you haven't noticed. I'm a cow! I feel like it's getting bigger every day!"

My mom just smiled and kissed my hair.

Thank god! I missed my mom.

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My mom made that creamy, and delicious creamy perfect hot and slimy mac and cheese that i love so much, and i can see now that she really had been trying to come back in to talking to me again. She just didn't know how.

I cleaned my bowl faster than Justin did, and that was a very rare occurence.

"You're gonna get sick again if you keep eating that fast Savannie. Member what happened last time?" Justin chastised me.

Oh my god! my eight year old brother knows what makes me get sick. How sad is that.

"Yes i remember. Thank you little bro!" I said with irritation. "Is there any more?" i asked my mom.

She nodded and brought the pot to the table and dumped the rest into my bowl.

"You sure are eating alot. Thats your third bowl." Justin said with wide eyes as i took bite after bite.

"Justin, your sister isn't just eating for herself anymore. She has to feed her baby too."

"Yeah Justin!" i sneered at him, feeling a little insulted that he basically just called me fat. Sure, he's 8, and i am fat, but still.

"hey mom?" I asked, as she was drying her hands.

"Hmm?"

She walked over to the table and sat as i started yapping.

"Did you get really big really fast when you were pregnant with me? Or Justin? I don't really remember what you looked like before Justin was born.

"Well," she started thinking back, "I know you were a pretty big baby, but i dont think i gained more than 40 pounds or so with you. With Juss i gained 30 pounds, and stuck out like a beach ball. No joke. But with you, i think i looked pretty normal compared to most women. Why?"

I looked down at my stomach and frowned. And sighed. "I'm worried that i'm eating too much or something. I looked it up online how big i should be, and im the size of someone who is 6 and a half months instead of 4 and a half months... I feel like i'm enormous!"

"I wouldn't worry about it too much sweetie. You're getting an ultrasound today right?" she asked, and i nodded. "Then thats perfect. The doctor will be able to tell you how much the baby weighs, and how much weight you should be gaining, and she'll... just don't worry. The doctors will reassure all of your worries. She'll tell you how to take care of yourself, and keep both you and the baby healthy, and comfortable."

I really hope so.

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After Justin started using my belly as a race car track, and roller coaster track a few weeks ago while i lounge on the couch, i've started doing it myself. It's kind of therapeutic actually. And on some level, i feel like i'm connecting to the baby. Maybe if it is a boy, i can tell him about that one day, and it'll explain his love for cars or something. Eh.

Its about 2:30 and Blaine and i have to leave for my appointment in about 10 minutes.

"Are u nervous?" Blaine asked.

I nodded."Yeah. A little. Are you?"
He nodded too. "I'm kind of excited too though I guess. I want to know what the baby is. Like, if its a boy or girl."
I smiled and touched my stomach with my other hand. "I've thought about it being a boy. I think its a girl though...for some reason... I think maybe it's just because I want your dad to feel stupid though."

"Right?!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly! "Me too. I just want to be able to tell him to suck it! It'll be perfect if its a girl. So I can rub it in his face that his gay son made a girl...He's such an ass."

I agree.
It got quiet for a minute. I sat up on my bed scooted to the edge to be closer to blaine who was sitting on my swirly chair. "I wanted to talk to u about something..."

Blaine shrugged a shoulder. "Whats up?"
"Your dad... he seems kind of..."
"Like an ass?" Blaine chimed for me.
I chuckled. "Well ya. But i was actually gonna say... He sounds a little... homophobic..."

Blaine just nodded at his lap. "He kind of is. He thought for the longest time that I was just going through a phase and couldn't know what I want because I'm too young. But after Kurt and i started dating, I think he's accepted it now, but he doesn't like it."
i stayed quiet waiting for him to continue, seeing that there was more in his eyes. When he didn't, i started again.
"Does he, does he expect us to... you know, be together...?" I asked shy and a bit uncomfortable.

This is so awkward.
Blaine exhaled. "I know he wants us to be. I'll be honest, he really wants us to. I overheard him say that he hopes I can develop feelings for you while my kid is growing inside of you. And fall for you."

I was quiet for a moment realizing the likelihood of that actually happening.

Yeah, no.

"He's delusional." I said, "You and Kurt are a match made in heaven. And sorry, but he's an idiot if he can't see that."

"You don't even need to apologize. He is an idiot. And he hasn't actually even met him. Hasn't seen Kurt at all come to think of it. And he has no desire to."

That made my heart hurt.

"My mom knows a lot about him though. She seems to like him, but she hasn't met him either."

Thats good. At least Blaine has one parent who seems to care about the boy he is in love with.

"We should get going. It's 2:40." Blaine said before he hopped off of the chair and grabbed my hands pulling me off of the bed. I didn't need help up yet. I wasn't THAT huge, but he was just a gentleman.

He grabbed my coat for me off of my chair, and helped me into it, and then followed my lead downstairs.

"By ma, we're going." I called to her.

"Ok hun. Bring back an extra picture to go on the fridge."

"K." i called back, and then Blaine was driving to the doctors office. Pop hits played in the car and Blaine and i sang along mostly without commentary. I knew that we were both getting more nervous the closer we got to the doctors office.

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Blaine Pov

Ok. now i am freaking out. Majorly freaking out. Big time. She is laying there on this table with the doctor holding some scepter looking thingy. All i remember her explaining was that the gel was going to be cold and were going to see our baby for the first time and are we excited? I don't know what my answer to that question was. I don't know what Savannah's answer to that question was. All i know is that i need to pull it together and pay attention. I took a deep breath.

"Are you ok?" Savannah asked me so quietly, i don't even think the doctor heard it.

"Yeah. Yeah i'm fine." I breathed out, and Savannah actually grabbed MY hand. no doubt feeling my intense nerves. The doctor was quiet, moving the thing around, and i didn't see anything on the screen yet.

Then i started to hear a faint, but rapid thumping sound.

"Hmm.." The doctor hummed listening very closely.

"Is that the-"

"The heartbeat?" Savannah finished the question.

The doctor nodded. "Mhhmm. That is actually two heartbeats."

I froze.

What?!

"Th-thats normal right? Mine and the babys'?" Savannah asked.

Oh please god let her say yes.

"In that case, including yours, there are 3 heartbeats. But two babies in there you guys."

I was frozen, and couldn't move.

Two babies?

Two babies...