Weight of The Untold

Chapter 49

Week 13: The fetus is constantly growing and now the size of a lemon weighing 73 grams and 6.4 centimetres in size. Eyes are moving into position, wrists and ankles are already formed. The external genitalia are forming.

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Two weeks slipped by quietly, and winter finally announced itself. Mid-October arrived with sharper mornings and longer nights, and with it came the constant reminder that my birthday was creeping closer. Five weeks. Five weeks until I would finally have to tell the truth. By then, I’d be fourteen weeks pregnant.

Megan and Hazel were still in a good place, and that alone made everything feel lighter. Seeing them happy felt like proof that things could survive chaos.

Caleb was out of town with Ari. They were supposed to be back Monday morning, but her sex tape had already spread across the internet like wildfire. It was everywhere. Which was exactly why I hadn’t been back on campus lately—people wouldn’t stop asking questions.

How do you feel about your brother’s girlfriend cheating?
Does your brother even know?

I finally understood why famous people homeschooled their kids.

I picked up my sandwich, already satisfied just looking at it, and walked over to the couch. The TV flickered to life as I settled in, ready to enjoy the quiet. That was when Zach walked in, a smile playing on his lips, his hands hidden behind his back.

“Good evening, babe.”

I was spending the weekend at his apartment.

“Hey, daddy,” I teased, squinting at him suspiciously. “What are you hiding?”

“You should at least guess.”

I tried—but nothing came to mind. “I don’t know. Just show me.” I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Fine.” He pulled out a gift bag and handed it to me.

Inside was a deep red cloth.

“I hope it fits,” he added casually. “You’re gaining weight like crazy these days.”

I hit his arm playfully before pulling it out. It was a silky, long dress—elegant, smooth, and impossibly soft.

“Where are we going?” I asked, already knowing there was more.

“D.C. The jet is already waiting.”

I froze.

“Washington D.C.? Right now?” He nodded, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me toward the bedroom.

“I want us to have dinner there. Maybe stay the night… or the whole weekend. We’ll come back Sunday.”

My heart raced. “So you’re only telling me this now? Zach, I haven’t packed anything.”

He smiled like he’d been waiting for that. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got us covered.”

He opened his wardrobe.

Two packed Louis Vuitton bags sat neatly inside.

“You already packed?” I stared at him. “When?”

“This morning.” He pulled them out. “All you need to do is put on some shoes and a jacket. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

He handed me my white sneakers and a white hoodie.

“Wait—my sandwich!” I rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing a container and a water bottle for my juice.

“In the jet, you could’ve asked for a sandwich,” he said as we walked out.