I'm back with another chapter. Finally. I have been stalling this since the beginning of the year. The original draft was meant to be everyone's reaction to finding out Buttercup is pregnant with Dahlia but I loved Buttercups mom reaction the most that I gave it my full attention.
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"You're pregnant," My mom accused, dragging her pointed stare from my flat stomach hidden underneath my frill blouse.As I still stood by the door, waiting for my welcome hug expectantly, I frowned.
I instinctively wrap my hands just below my torso, the base and face of my potentially swollen spot. My stomach was flat but plush under my touch, curtsey of my recurrent junk consumption.
"I'm not pregnant," I denied. I almost laughed.
That morning, I did feel different and if I was to peruse my symptoms, they did overlap with my mom's claim. I woke for a start feeling nauseous and barely made it to the bathroom when I emptied the previous night's dinner. In that same mess, I peed, finding myself not having control over my bladder.
My first instinct as the cramps ensued was to get a pad as I was currently wearing. It's ironic thinking about it, I was ostensibly pregnant while wearing a pad. The thought would have made me chuckle if I was actually pregnant.
Mom drifted her eyes once again to my tummy then my face, looking resistant. She shook her head. "No, you're pregnant." Her tone was certain, dismissive almost with a playfulness that beamed her familiarity to a secret I was wasn't relative with.
My mom isn't a witch, I was sure of that. I have no substantial proof nor witnesses -my brothers swear her youthfulness is occult but I wasn't bandying something as serious as a child on just her word. If I was pregnant, I would feel it. Not like I would know though, I have never been pregnant. But still, just because she has three advantages over me doesn't mean she magically had the gaze of a psychic.
"I'm not." My hands dropped to my side as they seem to perpetuate her claim. She still smirked, holding her fallacy to her heart. "I haven't had sex in like a month," I was forced to add.
At the mention of my fast, I remembered Butch, his leaving and our last sensual tryst. It had been exactly three weeks and five days as I have counted vigorously since the day he left. It was really lonely sleeping alone after getting used to a man holding you close. Really cold also.
If I really was pregnant, my intense crying the night I wasn't able to talk to Butch all day would be justified. Then again, missing him so much that I cried also underlay menstruation.
A baby was not the worst thing that could happen to me -not the best either but the prospect of being pregnant remained disconcerting, but for my baby's sake.
At that point in my life, I was still young, immature. At twenty five years old, I was only surviving because I have had everything handed to me. My education was sponsored by my parents, my job was handed to me by my dad. The house I lived in, the electricity I used, bed I slept on were all paid for by my husband. I hadn't done anything for myself so how was I going to raise a human being?
That's why I was waiting till I was ready, till Butch was ready, till I felt responsible enough to start a family but I stared down at my stomach with the chance of being pregnant and I felt apologetic. I was in no condition to raise a child.
"Valentine's was a month ago, and I know Butch was home."
"I would like to not talk about my sex life mom." I rolled my eyes and attempted to walk past her, marking the end of the conversation but it didn't have much of an effect on her as she was gesturing me forward.
"Follow me." She spun on her heels, saying.
With a groan and a little mental deliberation, I pushed my feet forward and was following her.
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Baby Bump (butchercup)
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