Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
A GIVING LESBIAN
“You can do this, it’s fine. You’re a grown woman,” I say, prepping myself while standing on the doorstep of my parents’ house.
I have been avoiding them for months. It hasn’t been exactly hard as we aren’t exactly close, but it’s been over six months and I can’t hide it any longer. I press my finger on the bell before I can run back down the drive.
“Neve, I was beginning to think you had fled the –” My mother’s words soon get stuck in her throat when her eyes land on my very round bump. “Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she blurts out.
“Mum, can I come in? I know it’s a shock, but calm down the dramatics, we aren’t religious,” I state pushing past her, proud of how strong I’m sounding when in reality I’m a quivering mess inside.
Walking into the living room I spot Dad, the same spot he’s always in on a Sunday afternoon; his feet up in his recliner chair, the Sunday newspaper in his hands and football on the TV.
“Hi Dad,” I greet. He places his newspaper down and turns his head, peering at me over his reading glasses.
His gaze lands on my pregnant belly and the sheer look of disgust and anger flashes across his face.
He moves, slowly getting up and I swallow my nerves, no longer feeling strong.
“Well, I don’t need to guess why you are here,” he states coldly.
I smile and shrug. “Yeah, it’s a little obvious,” I say while pointing to my bump.
“Sandra! Have you seen what our daughter has done now?!” he bellows loudly making me jump.
“Yes Derrick, I’ve seen,” Mum answers back from I’m guessing the kitchen.
“Look Dad, I just want you to know –”
“How much?” he interrupts.
“What?” I ask.
“How much money do you want now?” he states, walking over to get his phone. “I will warn you since we paid for all those singing lessons and the stage school, there isn’t much left in our savings.”
I stand there stunned, hurt and angry. “I don’t want your money Dad,” I answer.
“Yes, you say that a lot but you still accept it every time,” he mutters as he loads up his phone.
“I said I don’t want your fucking money!” I snap.
His angry eyes snap up to me. “I will remind you whose house you are in and who exactly you are speaking to young lady.”
I throw my head back and laugh. I wipe away the tears that are now falling with the back of my hand.
“You know what Dad, I came here to tell you both that you’re about to be grandparents.
I didn’t come here for your money. I came here as your daughter looking for love and support.
You can take your money and shove it up your arse and as for my child, they will never know you even exist,” I spit angrily and turn and storm out of the room.
I spot my mum with tears in her eyes. “Neve, please,” she whispers softly.
“No Mum, you’re just as bad as him by not standing up for me or yourself,” I say before I walk out, slamming the door behind me.
Walking into the flat I head straight to the sofa and lay down.
“So, I’m guessing it went well with the folks?” Bella asks.
I raise my brow. “Yeah it went fantastically well, they are so excited to become grandparents,” I answer sarcastically.
Bella lifts my feet and sits down on the sofa, placing my feet on her lap.
“Well, screw them, you don’t need them, the baby doesn’t need them.
You have me and that is all that matters.
” I look at her in disbelief. “What? I can be deep and meaningful too. It’s not my fault your parents are giant dickheads with their heads so far up their own arses they can taste their own shit. ” She shrugs.
“And there it is.” I laugh.
“How long until we are seen?” Bella asks.
“Soon okay? Listen, you’re not the one with a bladder full of pee and a baby sat on that bladder,” I snap.
“Alright calm down. I mean, why do they want another scan? It seems pointless as you’re at your due date.” She shrugs.
“It’s because the baby isn’t in position. If the baby is in the breech position, then I will need a c-section,” I point out, crossing my legs and feeling like I could pee myself at any given moment.
“Miss Smith,” a nurse calls out. I get up with a little bit of help from Bella and waddle into the room for my scan.
After the woman has pushed down on my stomach and scanned me, she confirmed that in fact the baby is breech and the cord is around their neck. I reach for Bella’s hand and squeeze it tight. “So, is my baby okay?” I ask panicked.
“Yes, heart rate is good and strong, but I would like to keep you in and take you down for a c-section first thing in the morning. We can monitor you over night and if the baby should show any signs of distress we can do an emergency c-section,” she states.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, feeling scared.
Bella squeezes my hand and stands. “It will be fine. I will run home and get your bag and then this time tomorrow you will have your baby.”
I nod shakingly. “Aw, you two are cute. I have to say it’s lovely and refreshing seeing a lesbian couple like yourselves. I mean, we have had a couple over the years but not many,” the midwife says smiling.
“Oh um, she’s not my partner, she’s my friend. We’re roommates,” I clarify.
“Yeah, she couldn’t handle all this, only men can handle this!” Bella gestures. “Although I reckon I would make a good lesbian. I’m very giving, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh god stop,” I complain as she starts gesturing scissoring with her fingers.
“Yeah, all night non-stop giving. That’s me the giving lesbian,” Bella sings.
“Oh um, I’m sorry, are you coming on to me, because well, I um, I don’t bat for your side, shall we say. I am married,” the midwife stutters.
“Ew, god, no,” Bella states in disgust. “I mean, you’re cute, but not my type, love. Did you not listen? I’m not a really a lesbian. I was just saying I’d be a good one. I just love the dick too much. I love all the dong, I love it in my mouth, in my vagina and in my –”
“Oh for the love of god, just go and get my bag already!” I snap. “It’s a scary time right now and I don’t need you going off about lesbians and dongs!”
Bella holds her hands up and leaves to go and get my bag. “Interesting friend you have there.” The midwife smiles.
“Hhm, hhm. I can confirm that she will never be left alone with my child. Please don’t call the social services on me,” I plead.
Thankfully the midwife laughs.