They should be left behind

•Sooo.......•

My stomach is starting to look round. I can feel that I'm truly pregnant now. Before I felt as if I was stuck in a lucid dream, where dreams blurred into reality and I didn't know what was real. If this was real. It sort of felt like sleepwalking through my days, and the fact that I couldn't touch coffee or alcohol to aid my concentration or swallow my confusion and worries has got me feeling slightly stressed. It's not like it wasn't doable.... but it felt restricting to know that any usual outlets that I would casually enjoy here and there are now going to be foreign concepts to me for around a good 9 months. I think I can handle it, but it doesn't stop the itch of want that creeps up here and there. Especially for the coffee.

As personal assistant to a very nice boss, my workload probably isn't as hard as others may have it. But with the current project we're working on, coffee was my best friend for the major parts of the job.

With my pregnancy, I honestly am unsure what to do now. I recall that Ezra gave me his contact details, and I still have it in that one handbag of mine. I'm unsure how he managed to find the time to slip that in there but I guess that where there's a will, there's a way. With me having a way to reach out to him I'm unsure if I even should. It's been around 2 months now. What if he's forgotten me? What if he just wanted some casual sex?

All of these questions kept running through my mind and my anxiety on how to deal with the matter has been piling up. I'm sure I want to keep it, but don't know what to do about everything else. I earn enough money to support my baby, but how am I going to juggle work and looking after them? Do I contact Ezra and just inform him, or just leave it be? Can I truly do this?

I shook the thoughts away and continued working until lunchtime rolled around and the boss's wife stopped by. She said hello to me and initiated a small conversation before going into her husbands office to share a warm homemade meal with him as she does every day. The boss and his wife are the kind of couple I aspire to be. They both are in their forties and one of the sweetest couples alive, constantly showing their love for each other and you can see it in their eyes.

It's absolutely adorable how she always finds the time to make these foods for him, as she is a very busy woman in her own right. Mrs Anderson owns a design studio, and as she is the boss she can work flexible hours and decide when she wants to be in office so as to make room for the other "finer things in life," as she puts it. She's not wrong. Work can be great, but it's not everything. There's so much in the world to enjoy, like simple moments with family or just a sudden trip to somewhere new or a place that hold memories. Humans aren't just made to slave away at their jobs, but to allow time for themselves in order to obtain happiness. Mrs Anderson is a strong advocate for the belief in happiness over everything else, and it's gotten her to a very good place in life. Somewhere I hope to be in life at one point. Content, happy and in peace.

Halfway through lunch whilst I'm still working and eating Mrs Anderson calls me into the Boss' office. So I get up, fix my suit and walk towards the door. I knocked, entering after getting permission and ask the couple in front of me what they need.

"So Sage, Louis here tells me that you've not been looking so good as of recently. Are you feeling OK? " She asks.

"Yes, I'm doing alright madam, thank you for asking. Is there anything in particular that you need?" I ask back.

"No need to be so formal dear. I always do tell you to call me Fiona. And not really no. I just wanted to have a little catch up and make sure that you were alright. I hear that there's been a lot of work lately and that's sure to put a little stress on you. That on top of Louis telling me how pale your complexion has become as of recently had me slightly worried. You weren't eating whilst you worked.... right?" She narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion as she continued speaking. It was slightly intimidating and I averted my eyes for a second before I replied.