Weight of The Untold

Chapter 44

Week 8: The embryo has grown to around 1.6 centimetres, the size of a bean. The embryo is starting to lose it's tail.

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I made myself a sandwich while music filled the apartment, the sound bouncing off the walls like it belonged there. I let my body move with the rhythm, swaying and spinning without thinking too much about it, letting the melody pull a smile out of me.

I danced to the song playing, feeling genuinely happy.
It had been a while since I was this happy.

For weeks, my mind had been trapped in worry—doctor appointments, what-ifs, future plans piling up like bricks on my chest. I had been stressing about the pregnancy long enough, so now I was choosing to enjoy it instead. Just for today. Just for this moment.

Well… at least until I came up with a solid plan for next year—because by then, I’d definitely be showing.

Hopefully I don’t start showing before I break the news to everyone.

Luckily for me, winter was coming. Heavy coats, oversized sweaters, layers upon layers—my temporary shield. I could already picture myself hiding my baby bump beneath heaps of fabric, moving through crowds unnoticed, hoping no one would suspect anything.

Zach and I had estimated I’d be due in May.
That meant my second semester… I might have to finish it at home.

The thought made my stomach tighten.

I could already imagine the headlines.
My name splashed everywhere.
Everyone writing about me and my pregnancy.
Throwing shade. Sharing opinions no one asked for.

God, I hope I’m ready for that.

Suddenly, the music cut off.

I looked up to find Megan standing by the television, one eyebrow raised.

“I have been knocking like forever.”

I giggled, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I was just in a happy mood so I decided to blast my speakers.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, stepping forward to wrap me in a hug.

“How are you?” I asked, finishing my sandwich and taking another bite.

“Good. How about you?”

We went to sit on the couch, the cushions sinking beneath us.

“I’m bored. Hazel is busy with her books so.” She slumped her shoulders dramatically.

I took another bite.
Gosh, it was delicious.

“Well I am expecting Clyde for his tutoring session in a few minutes. Are you up for that?” I asked.

“Really? Where is the fun in that Kyla?”
I chuckled.

“I seriously don’t know what you want me to do. It’s not like I can say let’s go to the club.”

She smiled mischievously.
“Then why don’t we go there.”

Of course she wants to go.

“Meg I can’t and besides how would Hazel feel about that if she heard you got drunk and started humping strangers.”

She burst out laughing.
“I don’t hump strangers when I’m drunk.”

I rolled my eyes.
“Point is you are in a relationship now, try caring for someone else’s feelings. Hazel loves you.”

Her expression softened instantly.

“I know and honestly Ky I feel the same way. I don’t know what this girl does to me but I’ve never felt it before.”