"I came as soon as I could," my mother panted in the doorway, her hair dripping from the rain.
"Good morning!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around her and pulling her inside. "Come in, come in!"
She followed my lead, taking off her shoes as I hung her coat in the closet. I dragged her to the living room, sat her down and scurried to the kitchen to pull out a tin of cookies, setting them out on a plate. I then ran it back to the living room and set it on the coffee table, sitting next to her.
"So," I said perkily, clasping my hands together. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"I didn't the way our conversation ended last night," she said, grasping my hand and squeezing it. "I'm not even sure I heard you right...you said you're..."
Her gaze dropped to my belly, and I smiled. "Pregnant?" I nodded with a weak smile. "Yeah, I am."
"Does...does Dave know?" she said with a grimace.
"How did he take it?"
My mother didn't like Dave, and I knew it. I could never really understand why when they met for the first time, but mom told me afterwards that she had a really bad feeling about him.
"Dave was Dave," I said with a roll of my eyes. "Should be a cute kid, though," I joked.
"Not with him as a daddy...do you love him, Cara?"
I wanted to say that of course I did, but...now, I wasn't so sure...