CHAPTER EIGHT

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It's been three weeks since Nate came home from his trip. Haven't talked to Desi since then. She's been so distance lately, like nothing never happened. She come home late and leave early. Sometimes she doesn't even come home. I shouldn't worry about her, its not like we are together. I jus ended up Loving Her, that's all. I fell for my boyfriend's sister.

I woke up late this morning, annoyed. Nate and I had an argument because we haven't had sex since he came home. I just haven't been feeling it. I been tired and nauseous a lot this week. Last time I felt this way I had the flu or a stomach virus. Since I had no classes today I decided to go to the mall. I sat at the food court eating pizza, fries and ice cream. It wasn't many people out, just a lot of older people. While I was there, I saw a older couple hugging. For some odd reason I got emotional and my eyes teared up. I didn't want to make a scene so I got up and left the mall. Driving home I started to feel sick. I pulled over and vomited in the grass. I got back in the car and called Alex. I told him what happened and to come over because I need my best friend right now.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. Alex came in with six bags containing four pints of ice cream, skincare products, and the softest pajamas ever. He knows me so well. Some days I think he knows me better than I know myself. Even though we don't hang out everyday like we use to but he is still the best person I got.

"Alright girl you got two hours because I have a fine date tonight and I can't take another rain check." He said while taking everything out of the bags."
"Hey babes missed you."
"Honey its only been a week."
"Felt like a year."

Alex comes over and sit on the couch. He tossed three boxes on the coffee table and turned to talk to talk.

"Go in the bathroom and take all of them."
"Why three?"
"Two out of three means two little feet. Now go and find out if I'm going to be a unctie or not. I already have the baby outfit designs."

I walked into the bathroom and took the test. I sat there for five minutes trying to get my thoughts together. I was nevous and scared. What would I do? What will Nate say? What will Desi say? So many thoughts were running through my head. I got up and looked in the mirror and whispered to myself, "It'll work out." I looked at the tests and all three were positive. All three means a mini me. I looked at myself and smiled with my eyes filling with tears. I walked out of the bathroom to see Alex eating cookie dough ice cream and watching Pose on Netflix. I go to sit by him and lean my head on his shoulder. He handed me cherry vanilla ice cream.

"So do you think I going to need pink or blue."

I made a small laugh. I didn't have to say a word for him to understand. He saw right through me. No one has ever understood me the way he do. This is why I call him my best friend. Around 6:30 Alex left for his date. He changed clothes at my place. After he left I went to take a shower. I turned the water on and stared at myself in the mirror. I placed my hand on my stomach thinking of the child I will be bringing into the world. I had turned my music on and hopped in the shower. The water hitting my face and fell with my tears. I started to overthink things and the tears came harder. The music wasn't helping. I started crying and screaming.

Moments later I smelled lavender and felt arms wrap around me. They were smaller than Nate's so I knew exactly who it was. I turned to face her. Desi. She placed a hand on my cheek. I could tell she wanted to ask but she didn't. She pulled me closer and pressed her lips softly against mine. She kissed down to my shoulder but didn't go any further. She just held onto me and let me cry in her arms. I don't cry usually cry like this. I keep myself together and show no emotion.
I didn't want to be alone. We put on tshirts and laid down. Desi held onto all night wiping away my tears. We didn't need to talk, we just laid there until we fell into a deep sleep.

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