Milo's Sister

Chapter 35

January 2021

Tears filled my eyes and I held the test to my chest, before sliding down the wall.

There was a baby growing inside of me. The result of me and Milo's love for each other. A real baby.

I wasn't ready for this.
What if Milo didn't want this?
What if he left me?

I wasn't thinking straight.
I cried. And cried. I wasn't going to tell anyone, until I had to.

Abortion was out of the question, because I felt that that just wasn't the right thing for me to do.
Adoption wasn't an option, because no one should have to go through that.
We had to keep it. It wasn't fair to the baby to suffer for our mistakes.

I wrapped it up in toilet paper and discarded it into the trash.

I sat there, feeling like a failure, I don't even know how long, before Milo knocked on the door.

"Meg?" He asked, worried, "Are you okay?"
I sniffed, splashing water onto my face to get rid of the redness, "Yeah, I'm fine."
He opened the door, "You sure?"

I wiped my face with a towel, before nodding and walking into his arms.

"Let's go downstairs," I whispered.

He nodded and followed me.

My heart was racing and I kept rubbing my belly. I was scared that someone would ask me what was wrong and I would just break down.

***

"Meg, are you feeling okay?" Camryn asked, at the dinner table that night.
I looked up at her, and smiled weakly, "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied.
"Babe, you've hardly touched your food." Milo told me, rubbing my thigh gently.
I smiled at Camryn, apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm just not super hungry. I think I must have ate something today that my stomach didn't agree with."
Camryn nodded, "I understand, Honey. Why don't you go upstairs, take a nice, hot shower, and climb into bed?"
I got up and pushed my chair in, "I think I might do that. Good night."
She smiled, "Goodnight, Sweetie."
"Night Meg," Kayla told me.
"I'll be up in a few," Milo said, kissing my cheek softly.

I nodded, before turning to go upstairs.

I took a shower. I got out and before I got dressed, I stood in front of the mirror, sideways. My stomach was still as flat as it had been my whole life, and it was so crazy that there was a living thing growing inside of me. I was interrupted when I heard voices downstairs, so I hurriedly got dressed and went to lay in bed.

Not long after, Milo entered our bedroom. He showered and changed, before laying in bed next to me.

"Are you okay, Baby?" He asked, kissing my forehead, lovingly.
I nodded, "I just have a lot on my mind."
"Do you want to talk about it? Or we can fix it..." He hovered over me and began kissing my neck, "Some....Other....Way."

I almost obliged, but then I remembered the baby and I didn't know how well the two things mixed.

"Milo," I said, stopping him, "I think I'm just tired."
He leaned down and kissed my lips quickly, before cuddling me close, "Maybe a good night of sleep will help."

I nodded, agreeing with him. Part of me was saying, "Yes, more time to process the news I just got. I'll feel better when I have thought about it some more."

But another part of me was saying, "No amount of sleep could help me, right now."

And I really didn't know which part was right.

But with Milo rubbing my back and holding me tightly, I fell asleep, no problem.

****

It had been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and it hadn't gotten any better. Though I had gotten better at hiding it.