Little Angels

Chapter 1

I'm not sad I'm freaking hungry - Stefan Salvatore

*****2 Weeks later*****

I woke up with violent nausea it was six am in the bloody morning and had already vomited twice in the night. 

"I thought the point of morning sickness was that it was meant to happen in the morning" I groaned while scrubbing off the oatmeal that had dried onto the side of the toilet bowl.

I was barely two weeks into my new life and already struggling. Normally I would have food prepared ready for me in the morning and people to clean up my mess. However, this time I was on my own. I sprayed some Febreze as I walked out the door to the fridge. Opening it I pulled out some oatmeal sprinkling on some berries before putting it back in the fridge and grabbing the pickles and raspberry jam. 

I know this is like the weirdest food combo ever but at this moment in time, it was like Mr. Whippie ice cream to a kid at the playground. I opened the jar pulled out a pickle and dipped it into the jar trying not to fill it with vinegar and pickle juice. It probably isn't what you would call a healthy breakfast but pickles are a vegetable so therefore it is healthy, in my world anyway.

50 pickles and half a jar of jam later I decided I should probably stop or ill end up starving for the rest of the week. I walked back to the kitchen to put it away and start my morning. I checked my phone for the time and was shocked to see it was 6:40 I had been eating pickles for almost half an hour. I couldn't decide whether it was a waste of time or time well spent however I realized I had to get on with my day and stop fighting with the voices in my head.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to do when the baby was born. I was constantly sitting at the counter during the day researching little things about how to look after its teeth. After everything I was doing, I still kept thinking that I would end up being the worst mother ever.

As a kid, I was always told that pregnancy was a blessing. However, growing up without even a trace of ever having a family I always thought that I could never become one. That I would run away just like my parents did when they left me and the tender age of 18 months outside of some random woman's house.

They didn't even bother to leave a note they just left. I mean it's not like I had a horrible childhood it was just empty like there was this void they had left even though I couldn't even remember them.

The orphanage treated me right but it still wasn't the same as what every other kid would have gotten. I guess that's why I fell for Klaus a walking red flag because I had mommy and daddy issues as Elena joked when we were kids. See I was born in New York and lived there till I was around 6 before moving tmy o foster parents' home. 

Eventually, after cleaning the house which smells like vomit and vanilla bean air freshener and is honestly worse than a junior high bathroom stall, I decided to go out I still had a massive list of things that I needed to do like sign up for a dentist and doctors surgery and schedule an appointment to check the baby. 

However, before I did this all I wanted was a coffee.

After taking a quick detour to go and grab a Costa coffee I decided to go and book a hair appointment. 

Yes, I know this is not on my to-do list but your girl has to get herself some self-care that's what they say is best for the baby to simply de-stress.

I thought this would be perfect till I spent around 20 minutes explaining to the stupid woman behind the counter that I didn't need a root touch-up because I didn't have any gray hairs.

As if this wasn't stress full enough she then told me it was $120 for just a trim.

When I say I almost had a heart attack at the sight of the bill I mean I almost put myself in a damn ambulance. 

A single mom with no job living in a friend's apartment paying $120 for a damn hair trim. I think I might be insane. 

After walking out of the salon with a slip of paper with my appointment on it and my credit card with $120 less than before I walked down the street to the town.

It was a hustle and bustle of cars and people running around here and there. Went on with their day-to-day lives with no idea what would happen once I brought my child into the world.

Another chapter in!!!! I'm in love with this book and have so many ideas should I make the main character a supernatural or not let me know. This is a shorter chapter I know and I'm sorry. But Happy Easter!