It's about 5pm in Miami, Florida and I am at the airport waiting for my flight to New York. I am sitting in the waiting room doing exactly that, waiting for my flight to be called.

"Gate 15," I hear a digital voice play. I sit back and hide my face from the passersby and held back up my head when they left.

My flight isn't getting called anytime soon. I sigh and fix my cap to cover my face.

Chelsea POV

"CHRISTMAS EVE!" I shouted sounding like when I was twelve. I just love Christmas! Even better, with my momma! I can't wait to give her her present. It's a beautiful frame and the picture is a photo of me and her when I was 6. When I moved I took that photo along with me. She hasn't seen it in years. I know she'll love it.

I take her wrapped gift and walk out my room. Simultaneously my mother came out her room as well with my gift. We both laugh and went up to the decorated tree and place our gifts under it.

We both walk to my couch and my mother seemed to have something on her mind. "What is it Momma?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing baby," she answered.

I raised my eyebrow knowing she was lying. I shifted my position for my body to face her in the couch and asked again, "Momma, what's wrong?"

I hear Momma sigh deeply, "Chelsea how did it happen?"

"How what?"

"How did you become pregnant?"

"Says the one who taught me this at the age of 13 but okay. Well you see a man and a woma--," I joked

"No you nut case," my mother laughed, "How did you get pregnant when Michael was obviously gone,"