One Night Stand
I neared the bed and started to look at him.
Aaah, he suddenly looks like a monkey. Well, hormones, fucking pregnancy hormones!
I was hoping to see a flattering picture of him than seeing a monkey laying in bed, but naaa. I mean, I knew he was a Greek Adonis, so why the hell am I seeing a fucking gorilla now? Well, baby or right, children don’t make me see daddy like that, okay? I swear, being pregnant and angry is a terrible mix. I made the conscious decision to push the memory of that woman from the previous day out of my mind and instead focused my attention on him, kissing his forehead and running my fingers through his hair.