This is Not My Obituary

Pregnancies are Always Fun For Everyone

Dela wrapped a protective hand around her belly, a multitude of kicks and wriggles greeting her gesture.

Lona looked over the woman carefully, taking notice of the tired, almost agonizing expression in the older woman's face. Was it that painful to be pregnant? Lona would shake in fear if they weren't in a public setting, lodged between both of their husbands past acquaintances and friends. She gulped thickly, eyes glued to the bump Dela was coddling. Would she get that big? That miserable looking?

Lona cleared her throat and sat up a bit straighter, running her fingers over the blonde hair peaking out from her woolen, woven hat.

"Dela?" The blonde asked, turning towards the older. "Yes?" Dela breathed heavily, looking over to the young woman, red painted lips tucked between her teeth with nerves. "When-is this your first?" Her voice quivered a bit, finger jutted out at the black clad bump.
Dela's eyes wandered a bit, but then shook her head. "No, it's my third. The first two were miscarriages." She explained quietly, not a fan of others hearing her business.

"I only ever told Hanyu about the one from 12th grade, but I got pregnant when I was in 9th grade as well."

"So you didn't- you didn't tell your husband about the first one?" Lona asked though it sounded much more like a conformation. "I was too scared." She huffed, picking up her plastic fork and picking at the food on her plate. Lona just nodded. "Too scared." Lona whispered to herself.

The blood drained from Lona's usually vibrant and beautiful face, leaving her sickly and scared looking. Blue discolorations spread under her lively hazel eyes.
"Are you okay dear?" Xinlong's wife dipped closer to the two, worry coloring her gaze.

Lona slowly shook her head, covering her made up face with her hands, hiding the inevitable tears. "What's wrong?" Dela questioned quietly. The three women quickly left the table, drawing each eye to their spectacle.

Lona ran as fast as she could in the dreaded heels she had chosen to wear.

"Honey wait! Dela can't keep up!" Xinlong's wife called, linking arms with the pregnant one.

Lona did nothing of the sort, finding the venue bathroom quickly and locking herself in one of the small stalls. How was she going to do this? Dela had kept the first pregnancy a secret because she was scared, but she wasn't sure if she could do the same.

If Lona and Zihao were in a loving relationship she wouldn't think twice about telling him, but they weren't. She was scared to tell her husband about their own child, all because she had no idea how the older would react. Lona had already known about the baby for over a month, and throughout those dreaded weeks she has been praying either Zihao would confess undying love for her, or he'd drop dead.

Lona knew Zihao falling in love with her would be harder feat than him simply dying suddenly. The man had knowledge of her multiple affaires, unflattering vices and bitchy attitude. She tried to be as nice to him as she possibly could, seeing as how they were married, but when he left for the office she was a different woman.

Zihao was just as nice to her as she was to him, but he was also the one trying to keep them afloat as a public couple. He wouldn't say a single word about the boyfriends, used condoms, and empty cigarette cartons, all in the name of social pride and business. And when the two of them were drunk enough or mad enough at the world, they would run to each other for some sort of relief. Sex, conversation, a screaming match. It didn't matter.

Zihao liked those types of days when she'd actually speak to him, and tell him what she was thinking. Or when they would actually touch each other, he felt appreciated for the hard work he did for her to live so comfortably. The screaming matches would end in gentle apologies with no true emotion behind them.

The miserable being would just smile, kiss her forehead and dream of the day he would be free from all familial and marital duties.
Lona knew Zihao didn't blame her for the immoral behavior, but it still hurt him. He had been faithful and a providing husband for her. Sure he had been forced into it, so that's why he didn't blame Lona, but he was in it nonetheless.

Hanyu frowned as Zihao mumbled about his marriage. Hanyu had asked about why Zihao actually married her, but got a long explanation about how they just angrily fuck, and never talk to each other. He tattled about the infidelity and gallons of alcohol drown down behind closed doors.

"M' not happy Hanyu. I hate my life." He husked, eyes vacant, completely in acceptance.
"I'm sorry Zi. I really am. I wish you could be happy, or at least happier than you are now." Hanyu placed a hand on the younger's shoulder. "Thanks buddy." Zihao smiled, loving having his best friend back in his life.

"Should we go check on them?" Hanyu questioned, looking threw the brush and trees. "Yeah probably." Zihao agreed, standing from the now matted grass.

"I said I don't even know what I'm looking for!" Shuyang screamed as he was wistfully lifted from beneath the earth's surface, the grounds playing with his long locks. "He says you should calm down." ZeYu relayed the message as Xinlong attested as the grounds nodded its head, mouth agape as it stared adoringly at the younger.

"What did you see down there?" Xinlong asked, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "Darkness." Shuyang grumbled. "Sure, but materialistically?" ZeYu asked. "Big word." Xinlong applauded, brows furrowed. "Thank you." ZeYu smirked, popping his collar like a standard college bad boy.

"You two are idiots. Literally it's just rocks! And it smells! And!! It's cold!!!" Shuyang's eye twitched as he became upset by the situation, trying to call himself down before he did something he'd regret. "Why did you push me?" The youngest stepped to the oldest in their group, an angry expression on his cute little face.

"You wouldn't have just jumped so I had to help you along." Xinlong poked Shuyang's forehead and stepped back, not at all interested in fighting with him. Shuyang huffed angrily and crossed his arms over his chest, slowly losing steam.

"Let's get back yeah?" ZeYu gestured towards the grounds edge. The two nodded and stomped off towards the way they came.