I returned home later that day. Once again Clara was waiting for me there. Liann had apparently dropped her off last night. She was too scared to sleep by herself so she fell asleep the moment I sat her down for lunch.
I picked her up and brought her to my bed. Whenever she stayed over it was our bed anyway, my apartment didn’t have two bedrooms and my bed was
“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled to myself.It was a late Saturday night, and I was doing the thing that I did most nights: avoiding taking the pregnancy tests. It had gotten to the point that I had completely messed up my sleeping schedule because of it. I didn’t want to go through the disappointment and worry again, so I just put it off for as long as I
I quickly dashed back into my bedroom and pulled out a dress. Even though he had previously seen me in my standard hoodie and yoga pants attire, tonight I looked extra bad. There were nacho stains on my hoodie and I had dropped a bottle of whiteout on my pants, which gave me some rather suspicious white looking stains. No, tonight was special. It was real now, I was pregnant. He could no longer kick me out of our contract.
I thanked the taxi driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Liann and Max lived in a nice suburban neighbourhood, that Liann's parents happily paid for. They had the complete white fence and perfect front lawn to show for it, in case her Mercedes was too on the nose.I rang the doorbell and waited. I had told them that I was here to talk about Clara, who was current
Morning sickness was a bitch, and a bitch who was making herself comfortable at that.I was rather happy with the decision to tell my family so early on, because since the first time I had noticed morning sickness, it hadn’t stopped. Every morning I woke up, made breakfast for Clara and myself, threw up whatever small thing I had dared to eat, and walked Clara
God, I was tired.I knew that fatigue was a part of the symptoms I could be experiencing this week, Robert sent me week-by-week updates via text in case I couldn’t notice how miserable I was myself, but I didn’t think it would hit me this hard. I had felt similarly tired when I worked two jobs and attended high school. Except now all I did was take care of Clar
I opened the door before I realised that I could have just pretended not to be home. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. It was easier to think that she had forgotten all about us.She was much thinner, her collar bones were poking out underneath her tank top. Her hair was blond, though her roots that came down to her ears betrayed her natural brunette
“Calm down.”“You’re one to talk.”
Though being pregnant with only one child had definitely put a damper on my mood, I did manage to find my mom a good program she could go through. They even offered delayed payments, which meant that I would be able to put her through it as I was building up a nice bank account with Robert’s money.Rehab was difficult, and it was hard to see my mom deteriorate