Marinette's POV:
I looked around me.
I saw no one else.
Strange Alya, Nino, and Adrien must have left.
I supposed it was for the best.
I had run off without explanation.
Marinette's POV:
I went on home.
I was not sure what else to do.
I sighed.
It was barely a day since I found out Luka left me.
I heard my stomach growl.
Great, I needed food right now.
It was not good for the baby or me not to eat.
Marinette's POV:
I fixed some cucumber slices, cheese, and crackers, grapes, and a few leftovers of mashed potatoes. I ate them in a shorter amount of time than it had taken me to prepare them.
I drank some milk.
I examined my hair in the mirror.
Not bad, I thought.
I was glad.
It was less trouble to care for now.
Marinette's POV:
I got some sleep.
I awakened the next morning at 7 am.
I threw up.
"So, much for no morning sickness," I shouted.
I felt tears as they formed in my eyes.
It was tough being alone like this.
I texted Alya.
I told her about the baby.
It was the first I spoke to anyone about the little human inside my womb, other than the doctor.
Too bad mother was not here.
I could have used some of her advice about now.
Marinette's POV:
I listened as Alya squealed.
I heard the excitement in her voice.
I asked her to be the godmother to my child.
I was grateful when she agreed.
At least now I had someone in mind to care for my son or daughter if something ever happened to me. I was relieved.
Now, somehow the whole pregnancy thing did not seem so bad.
I laughed as Alya went on and on about how Aunt Alya would be glad to babysit.
Wow, the baby was not even yet, and I had a sitter!
Find out more in Chapter 20
bye, bye little owlets!
-Summer out!
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Am I that Unlovable? by Summer Cheng
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