EXES AND OH'S

Au-f*cking-revoir Times Two

"Babe, I'm going for a wax tomorrow." Kurt gets the pitcher of peach iced tea and pours some more into my glass. "Do you want to come with me? Both our arms and legs look like the floor of a barber shop already."

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just probably shave on my own tomorrow morning. Günter and I will be off to Santa Clarita tomorrow, and I'm already planning to tell him all about this." I point my fingers to my tummy.

Kurt gives me a small smile and gently squeezes my arm. "Well dood luck, boo."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll — I'm gonna be okay." I heave for air and beam back at Kurt.

Well, I'm actually not nervous of revealing the situation to Günter. I'm sure he definitely won't accept this baby, and he'll finally get to leave me already. 

Great. I'll be back to being alone and single. And this time, I think it will be forever. Well, that's fucking alright. Hell, my heart is so fucking tired already. I don't think I'll get in a relationship again, ever, I fucking swear. I'm just too messed up to be with someone.

From this day forth, I just gotta focus on being a good mom to my little moon right here.

"Hey, this is the third consecutive night that you haven't touched your greens." Kurt nags and tells me off like I'm a five-year-old. "Eat up your salad or I'll shove it down your throat using my foot."

I take a deep breath and try my best not to give Kurt a mean side-eye. I take my fork and angrily stab my greens, shoving it all inside my mouth. "Happy now?" I chew and cock my head to the side as I flash a forced smile at my roommate-slash-bestfriend-slash-mom.

Fucking Kurt. 

I know he means well, and that he just really truly cares for me and my baby, but he just gets a little too overbearing since he found out that I'm conceiving. He's more careful with what I eat the entire day. He doesn't let me exceed my caffeine levels, he never fails to pack me a healthy lunch for work everyday, and he even makes me drink green smoothies that totally taste like horse shit.

Christ almighty. I sometimes wish Kurt could be just like my biological mom — you know, she didn't give a single fuck about me. Oh, how I miss those good ol' times.

I look down on my plate and poke a cherry tomato with my fork, imagining it's Kurt's eyeball. "Mm, yum." I look at him menacingly as I slowly chew on it. 

God, I'm crazy. Fucking legit, these pregnancy hormones are making me more whack than I ever was. 

The morning sickness has gotten better though, and my taste buds are somewhat functioning again. During the first few weeks of being pregnant, everything I ate tasted like vomit. Now it's a little tolerable. My food just tastes like frickin' bath salts. Delish.

I pick up my phone and open Facebook on my home screen, checking out my news feed.

Kurt takes a bite off his grilled salmon then scowls at me. "And Charlie please, can you get off of your phone? We're on the table—" He stops to look at my phone and raises a brow at me. "Oh my God, we're gonna ice skate through LA. Hell just froze over! You already have a social media account now?!"

"Yeah, my assistant Gabrielle insisted on setting me up an account. Says I need it because I'm a department head, and that I need socials to get to meet and engage with more talents. She literally told me to stop living inside a cave." I widen my eyes and shake my head a little. "But you know what, this thing is really addictive!" I mutter nonchalantly, my eyes still fixed on the screen.