Finally

Part 13: Enter Mr. Brightside

20 weeks.

A baby boy.

How wonderful all of it is.

If only my arsehole friends could get their shit together and stop treating me like a child.

I understand Lauren's defensiveness- and I appreciate it.

But at the same time, she's making it worse.

And Max.

God!

What the Hell is wrong with him?

One minute he's basically saying I'm an over emotional psychopath and next he's trying to act like it never happened that he's still the sweet and caring man I've come to admire and long for.

Sitting in bed this morning, my stomach slightly pinching at the sides—round ligament pain Jessup stated yesterday at my first official appointment- I feel overly bored just lounging here. I need to do something productive.

I hate this.

I understand why it needs to happen, but still. The book I have is boring the hell out of me. There's nothing to watch. Not to mention I'm becoming fully aware of all the little things about my bedroom that are either not perfectly straight or aligned and how the color scheme is actually more hideous than I previous believed.

Adjusting a bit against my c shape pregnancy pillow Ella gave me: which God! I should have bought one of these years ago- they are perfect for cuddling at night and extra comfort I didn't know I needed.

I grow frustrated and decide a little bit of work won't hurt the baby. I went 20 weeks without hurting him- I think I can do a bit more.

CREAK!!!

I look down at the floor and before I can even take another. Step, Lauren pops her head in.

"What do you need? Why are you up? Bathroom?" She asks near frantic.

"N...no."

"Then you need to lay back down, Missy."

"Lauren, I'm dying here! I can't lay in bed all day. There are things I should be doing. Patients I need to see and I'm beyond bored!" I whine and she come in and helps me back in bed.

"Babe- bed rest isn't supposed to be thrilling. It's supposed to be relaxing and peaceful for you and baby boy."

"Well, it's not relaxing or peaceful for me or Baby Boy. I want to blow my Bloody head off staying still all day."

"How about we think of baby names. Hmm? That's fun." She sits next to me and takes her phone out to make a list. "Let's see, there's Gabriel, or Marcus. Devin, Shawn, Cory, Caleb...."

"Lauren- I don't really want to think about that right now." I sigh heavily and cover my eyes.

"Why?! Isn't that supposed to be the best part of being pregnant? Naming him or her?"

"Can't name him until I figure out who's last name he's taking." I grumble and she furrows her brows.

"Sharpe- of course...unless you want it to be Bloom. In that case, he can take and carry on my last name for me because I am never have kids." She laughs slightly and I look at her.

"If Cassian wants involved, he might push for his last name. In which case I don't think Shawn Shin would work."

"I think the baby should have your last name because one, he's in your body. You're carrying him  and going to go through all that pain and everything. Besides- it's not like you're married to him. He was really just a sperm donor at the end of it. He honestly doesn't even need to know. Do you really want him back in your life? I know you didn't mind him but he wasn't exactly the best guy or the friendliest. He was selfish and arrogant. Self serving. He's a goddamn Slytherin!"