Page 11 of Interference
No, somehow in a past life I fucked up so bad that this one is destined to be a lonely mess.
I set my phone down, turning on my side. I’ll give her the space she asks for, but I won’t give her up. Not without a fight.
If Emery wants to toss me aside, she is going to need to say it point-blank.
Otherwise, I’ll live on this shred of hope until I die.
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Rolling over, I blow out a deep breath. When the urge to vomit passes, sigh.
This is for the birds.
I’ve overheard people talking about how bad morning sickness can be. I’ve seen it in movies, yet I didn’t know it would suck this much. This is nothing compared to what I thought it would be.
Just think, some people have it even worse too.
Or at least that’s what I read when I looked up if vomiting this much during pregnancy is normal.
I could end it all right now if I wanted to. All I would have to do is go to a clinic and make a different choice, but my mind is made up.
I’m keeping this baby.
My hand drifts down to my stomach.
It’s crazy to think that a little human is growing inside of me right this minute. According to Google, at three months it’s about the size of a plum and has developed all of its major organs, and even though I can’t feel it yet, it’s moving inside of me.
Like an alien.
A beautiful blob of an alien that’s all mine…and his.
Brett.
I eye my phone.
I need to tell him. I almost did last night, but I was just so angry in the moment that I let my emotions get the best of me. He had no idea that my life was changing the moment he called. It wasn’t fair to act that way, but I can’t get a grip on my emotions.
He has the right to know, though. I don’t expect him to step up or anything, but he needs to know. After three years of sleeping together, I owe it to him. This isn’t something I can keep to myself. Besides, he will know once I start showing. The whole world will know then.
Just the thought of telling him, though, makes me nauseous again. I want to say he won’t be mad or yell at me, but I don’t know him that well. We sleep together. We don’t often chat about our life and shit. He could be unhinged.
I don’t get that vibe, though. Still, I’m not ready to tell him.
He can wait just a little longer.
My phone vibrates on my nightstand, and I grab it.
Irina
Meet me in my office.
Me
Okay.
Rolling onto my back, I drop my phone onto the bed next to me.
Shit.
