Chapter Twenty-Two

 

It had been two days since I hung up on Richard, and I had yet to leave my bed. I was so upset I blocked his number. Dr. Danvers said to watch my stress, and it was stressing me out more. He was the father of my child, but I needed space.

I regretted doing it almost immediately, but I needed to be strong. If he wanted to fix things, he would come to me.

When I heard voices coming down the hall, I started, but relaxed back into my blanket fort when I recognized my mother.

“You know,” I whined from under the covers. “I didn’t give you that key so you could just walk in whenever.”

“All right, young lady, get up,” Mom said from the doorway to my bedroom.

“No,” I whined from under the covers. I didn’t want to do anything but wallow in my misery…and pizza. And ice cream, pickles, fried rice, and bacon cheeseburgers.

My stomach rumbled at all the food thoughts, the baby demanding everything.

Just like when I was a teenager, my mom pulled the covers from me. I cracked an eye and