SHAPES UNSPOKEN

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HAPPY READING 🥰

Annabelle Innis

I’ve been sick all week. No matter how hard I try to shake this feeling, my stomach refuses to cooperate. I can barely keep anything down. Every few minutes I’m rushing to the bathroom, trying to empty the little my body allows me to swallow.

My period is two months late, and I know exactly what is the cause.

The thought terrifies me.

I don’t want Sean thinking I did this on purpose or that I’m trying to trap him in anyway. I don’t want the media painting me as his mistress or saying I broke up his marriage either.

God we haven't even talked about kids between us.

My mother will lose her mind when she hears I got pregnant, especially since I haven’t even told her about my relationship with Sean yet.

And the worst part is… he said he wasn't ready for marriage so soon after his divorce.

We’ve barely begun this relationship and everything already feels like it’s moving so fast.

Too fast.

What if he isn’t ready for this? I'm not even sure I am.

My mind keeps running through every possible outcome and none of them help calm my nerves.

When his ex-wife got pregnant, he proposed to her.

I don’t want him feeling obligated to do the same for me.

That thought alone has been the biggest stress hanging over me this entire week—on top of moving back and starting my career again.

I haven’t even confirmed my suspicions yet, but deep down I already know.

And I’m terrified.

Before boarding the plane earlier today, I called my mom. She told me to come straight to her house tonight instead of going to my apartment.

Sean hasn’t even shown me the apartment. He insisted on choosing it himself, he wanted to surprise me.

He’s thoughtful like that.

Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve someone who treats me this well.

Sean might not like that I’m staying at my parents’ place tonight, but right now I just need my mother. She always knows how to make sense of things when my mind is spinning out of control.

When I saw Sean in the airport a little while ago, all my emotions burst to the surface.

I missed him so much.

The hormones raging through my body and it became impossible to hold back my tears.

Being in his arms again feels… right.

Safe.

The way he touches me, the way he holds me, makes me feel things I never imagined I could feel.

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Right now we’re sitting in his car in the airport parking lot.

Sean looks worried, his brows drawn together as he studies my face.

“Tell me, Annabelle… what’s wrong?” he asks gently reading me like he does.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I say quietly, lowering my eyes.

“Then why were you crying earlier, baby?”

“I just miss you.”

He reaches over, cupping my cheeks with both hands.