Page 2 of Pregnancy Scandal
I just lived and didn’t think of what living really meant.
Myactualbest friend noticed that something was off straightaway. Shouldn’t have surprised me because he always did.
Gilman Hawkins, aka Gilly, and I had been friends since birth, and I was pretty certain if there was truth to some form of pre-existing life, we were friends there too.
He got me. That was the best way I could describe our relationship. He got me and understood me, and I was the same with him. That was why he would be the very first person to hear the new plan I had for my life.
I’d tell him first, then my sisters, then Porsha and Bella. Of course, depending on how things played out.
“I’ll take the pictures myself and vet the others from everyone else,” I promised them both. “You guys won’t have to worry. Just look pretty with your babies.”
Bella smiled and gave me a hug, trying not to squeeze her bump into me.
“You’re the best, Abby,” she said.
“Yes, the free-spirited girl is definitely the best,” Porsha agreed, giving me a hug too. “Please wear that yellow bikini I won’t wear again. It’s so pretty. I don’t want it to go to waste.”
I laughed and agreed.
They thought they had it so hard, being so big and not able to move because they were carrying babies.
The truth was, I would have given anything to be in their shoes. I’d take the stretch marks, the needing to pee every minute, the swollen feet, and the weight gain. I’d take it all for the amazing chance to have a new life growing inside me.
I think most people would have fainted if they’d heard me say such a thing. I might have too a year ago. Not so much now.
I really did want that, and all being well, I’d get what I wanted. Soon.
They both yawned together and laughed.
“Come on, you guys need to go home.” I grinned. We’d been out all morning, so I could definitely understand them being tired. I was meeting Gilly in ten minutes for lunch at the diner.
“Yes, please, home sounds good. I’m going to sleep for a week and hopefully be in labor when I wake up,” Bella said. “You guys have fun Saturday.”
“Heck, yasss,” Porsha gushed, nodding with conviction. “One last shindig with the girls before parenthood truly strikes.”
I laughed. “Yes, shindig is correct.” I was pretty certain it was going to be one crazy shindig.
Saturday was the big day for Taylor, my sister. She was getting married. This whole week was busy because we were holding her bachelorette party on Wednesday in Vegas just for the night, then the wedding was Saturday. We’d had to reschedule the bachelorette party because she got food poisoning last weekend when Dylan, her fiancé, took her fishing and cooked up some shit he christened his version of paella. They both got sick, and I had to take care of them. This week would be interesting in more ways than one.
My sisters were all crazy when we got together. We were even crazier with friends. Porsha was coming on Wednesday. I wasn’t sure how she would flair out, though, if she was already complaining of tiredness.
The three of us left the salon, said our goodbyes, and went our separate ways.
I just had a short walk down the road.
A short walk I was practically skipping through because I couldn’t wait to tell Gilly my news.
It was the very best idea I’d ever come up with. It was a hundred percent that.
It came to me two weeks ago. I’d had another awful date, and I thought the hell with it. Dating was shit. It was absolute shit when you thought of all it entailed. And it was tiring. The people who managed to find each other and stay together were the absolute exceptions. It was good for them, but I really doubted it was as easy as they made it look.
Like my parents, for example. They’d been married for thirty-five years. They spend five years of it being just them before they had me, and they were so wrapped up in each other now they weren’t that different from newlyweds.
When I looked at them, I couldn’t see the relationship they had happening for myself.
But… I’d tried. I tried to make it happen and see how far I got. I’d been dating for the last six months and got nowhere. I’d signed up to five dating sites, not because I couldn’t get a date but because I wanted to choose better people. To me, though, all that got me was nowhere, and my lack of sex for the last four months was driving me crazy.
I had the answer though. I figured it out and realized what would make me happy. When I thought about everything in fine details, I knew this was perfect because I’d seen it change people.
