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Over The Weekend
Over The Weekend
Over The Weekend
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Over The Weekend

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Book Two in the Saga of Moonlight Falls...

So I have a little bit of a problem.... I'm very pregnant with twins, 18years old and homeless.
I have another problem..... I just showed up at Baby dada's pub/restaurant without so much as a phone call.
I have one final problem.... He doesn't know I'm pregnant with his babies....

Who's brilliant idea was it to travel on an interstate bus with like no money and nowhere to stay? Oh yeah that would be me.... What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn't. But I'm out of options. I have run out of friends couches to crash on and the babies are due in weeks. I need help and I don't know where else to go...

Hugo Baker aka baby dada will help me right? I mean yeah I haven't told him about the pregnancy but in my defence he did tell me that it was a one week deal then we would go our separate ways... Only now that's not working for me...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRachel Lenna
Release dateAug 7, 2014
ISBN9781310515262
Over The Weekend
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Rachel Lenna

Rachel Lenna is a twenty something year old author from New South Wales, Australia. She has three children, four dogs, two cats and two rats. She has her hands full most days but still manages to write when inspiration hits - usually at midnight or later!Rachel loves to spend her time reading when she's not writing and know's that when an idea comes to her time disappears. She also enjoys arts and crafts, music, singing and taking her children out into the world.Rachel has many books that are near completeion that she will be publishing soon, check back regularly for any new titles or updates to already published books.

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    Over The Weekend - Rachel Lenna

    Over The Weekend

    Rachel Lenna

    Published by Rachel Lenna at Smashwords

    Copyright Rachel Lenna 2014

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10 - Sunday Morning

    Book Three; In a Few Short Weeks Coming soon

    Chapter 1

    This stop Moonlight Falls district, Moonlight Falls.

    I can’t believe I am about to do this. I mutter under my breath as the cranky old bus comes to a wobbling stop. I’m actually going to do this. Everyone starts piling out and I wait until there is more space before I gather my things and join the line up to collect luggage. The bus is very full as it is the last interstate bus of the day to Moonlight Falls. I think it’s just after 7pm or something so there is a little daylight left and the cool air hasn’t quite hit yet.

    Excuse me miss? A voice behind me says and a cranky looking middle aged woman is pouting and looking past me. The line is moving faster than I am and she seems to be in a hurry.

    Sorry. I say trying to yank my carry-on bag in with me.

    Yep. She scoffs and literally toe taps impatiently, waiting for me to move. I frown, she can clearly see the condition I am in. I give her the biggest death stare possible and she at least has the decently to flinch, helping me hoist the bag up onto the seat.

    Do you want a hand? She says gruffly and I know it’s because she feels she has to, not because she wants to.

    I sigh, No I’m good thanks. I don’t want her touching me anyway. I waddle to my left, shuffling sideways so she can get past me. If it’s that important for her to rush who am I to argue?

    There’s no turning back now Anna-Beth. I growl under my breath, ignoring her completely. I’m stuck for the night regardless of the outcome. Tears randomly threaten to pour out. The woman shoves past me with a gentle huff, literally flinging her nose in the air. I roll my eyes back at her. I just hope that my taking this chance will work out in my favour and not fail me miserably. I watch her storm off.

    Ma’am would you like to get in front of me? A young voice says behind me and I turn to see a young woman with two children of her own standing there. Her eyes are kind and knowledgeable and she smiles at me like she’s been here before to. People behind her don’t seem to mind that she has stopped the flow anymore then she minded stopping for me.

    Are you sure? I ask, I need to get off my feet, and I have only been standing a few minutes. Sitting still for several hours really cramps the muscles.

    Absolutely.

    Thank you! I all but sigh with relief and waddle forward as fast as I can. Anna-Beth Pearson. I say to the driver, who is waiting patiently.

    I remember. He smiles warmly at me and moves my bag over to the side so I don’t have to carry it. You have a good night and be safe miss.

    Thanks. I smile gratefully. Yanking my bag along behind me.

    I waddle out of the way as quickly as I can but my bag is heavy and I am tired almost instantly.

    Excuse me miss? A voice behind me questions as I lug the huge suitcase trying to move.

    I turn to see a stout older lady with salt and pepper hair watching me with a keen interest. Yes? I question, seeing her judging glare. I know that look well. I have been getting it the whole trip up here. Judgement! Can I help you with something?

    Your suitcase is on my jacket. I can’t pick it up so you need to move your things. She points and gives me a look that dares me to challenge her. Her hunched over frail state is clearly all just pure physical appearance. The woman clearly still has her mind – bitchiness included.

    Well ma’am I say standing up straighter, ready to launch into a standoff if necessary. The woman must be able to tell there’s something a little… different about me surely? Clearly you can see I can’t either. I turn to face her pointedly with my hands on my hips so my huge belly pokes out from under the light jacket I am wearing. She gasps and points, talking to an older gentlemen who appears next to her in that moment.

    Can you see that? That kid is having a kid! She shakes her head in absolute disgust. And I see no ring! The children of today just don’t know how to keep their legs closed! It’s so disgusting.

    "Betsy dear I’m sure the young woman doesn’t need you pointing at and insulting her. He smiles at me warmly and I feel an instant liking and possibly a little – okay a lot – sympathetic towards him. He has the eyes that speak of an old soul and a kind hearted spirit. He moves towards me to untangle the offending jacket from the offending wheel of my suitcase and manages without much fuss. I’m sorry about my sister dear, she's a little old fashioned." He whispers at me as he stands.

    I’m not old fashioned! The woman squawks – like literally squawks. She sounds like a cockatoo with a whistle up its nose – and rattles off something about society these days and how there is no respect left in the world, especially for the older people. The man just rolls his eyes at me. I hide back a giggle.

    I’m sorry I didn’t see her jacket. I say to him apologetically. I can’t even see my own feet. I add for good measure, gesturing towards my belly. This thing has been getting me into trouble the whole trip here.

    How far along are you if I may ask? He smiles warmly

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