Young

9- Troubled (Short)

Later that year

I layed down in my bed, staring out the window as I held an ice pack on my neck from where it hurt.

Ever since that...day, I've been having neck pain.

Billie hasn't contacted me since...the day.

But, word got around that she was out.

"On house arrest" Hailey told me the other day.

Because we broke up and she promised to stay away forever.

Looks like she didn't mind not ever speaking to me again.

Or holding her baby, who misses her so much!

The first couple months, Moira would wake up during the night and cry for hours and hours on end, hoping for Billie to pick her up like she used to.

But like every night, she would get disappointed with just me to comfort her.

Not mama.

Moira let out a little cough from her bassinet, making me look at her to make sure she isn't choking on her spit up.

I started switching her to formula and she isn't taking it very well; meaning she just throws it up.

I just can't flow milk like I used to!

I don't know if it's me being sad, or just I haven't eaten a lot.

But, I just can't..

"Honey, your doctor's appointment is in a few. Start getting ready, k?" My mom popped her head through the door.

"Mhm" I hummed, slipping my baby's sock on that was sliding off.

Once my mom left, Moira opened her eyes and looked at me.

After a second, her face contorted, starting to cry.

She misses mama.

She started to cry with a little rasp from her just waking up.

She's tired of it.

Tired of me.

Tired of mama.

Tired of crying for her.

She's mad now, not sad.

"Hi, baby" I whispered, picking her up.

She just looked at me, wanting me to feed her.

"Let's sit down" I said, sitting down on my bed.

I grabbed the bottle that I just warmed up and went to stick it in her mouth.

She quickly turned her head, not wanting the formula milk.

"C'mon, baby!" I said softly, trying to do it again.

She whined, turning her head.

She wanted real milk.

"I don't fucking care" I mumbled angrily, laying her back in her bassinet.

She started whining again, making me finally break down and sob.

4:00

"How does this feel?" My doctor asked, squeezing my neck muscles.

"Achy" I said quietly, staying still.

"Still?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"Mhm" I hummed.

Mr. Callaway is my doctor, he has been since I was 12.

He didn't look older than 40 and no younger than 30.

He was actually kinda handsome..

Moira sucked on my arm while I held her, making me more relaxed.

"Honestly, y/n...the next resort of physical therapy...it hasn't gone away" He turned my head.

"Isn't that like..a lot of money?" I asked, holding Moira tighter.

"Yeah, but it's for a good cause" He nodded, writing down something.

"Are we done?" I looked at him, cradling Moira who was getting sleepy.

"Pretty much" He showed a smile, gathering his things.

"How old is she?" He asked, rubbing her small toes.

"She'll be one in a few months" I smiled a little.

"Ah" He nodded, heading towards the door.

"I guess you and dad are pretty excited. They grow up real fast" He chuckled.

"Yeah" I smiled, looking down at her.

"What is it?" He furrowed his brows, looking at me.

"Oh, nothing.. I'm just a little tired" I lied, fixing my hair.

"Hm..you-I know I'm not supposed to do this but.." He said quietly, getting a napkin.

He wrote his personal number on there, making my stomach erupt in nervous butterflies.

"If you need anything, call me, I know it's not gonna be easy raising this little cutie, but it never is for anyone. I got a couple children of my own" He grinned, gently offering the number.

"Thank you, but I'll be okay" I smiled a little bit, softly pushing his hand away.

I'm not gonna do that again.