I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 63: Stress

Leah's POV

After that conversation in which we both acknowledged our lack of communication, things seemed to be going steady. We tried to talk about the pregnancy every day multiple times. T was eager to share what she was feeling while I tried to do my best to keep her happy.

Our friends asked me several times if I suddenly loved the pregnancy again. They were all aware I didn't want this. But I lied to them and said I was ok with all of it. I just was sick of the drama. The amount of energy it cost to fight the pregnancy, and for what? It's not going to end soon.

I was worried constantly about a possible bad ending again. But T seemed to be doing really well this time around. Whenever we'd go to the doctor, the results were good. She took plenty of rest. She watched her food intake. She took vitamins. She really gave it her all. And I really thought this would be it.

It was a Sunday afternoon when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said to T, she was laying on the couch while watching tv. I walked to the front door and opened it. "Hey Heather, come in."

"Thanks," She entered the house and undid her jacket. She looked around. "Is Talia home?"

"Yeah," I lead Heather to the living room where T was. "Here she is."

When T saw Heather, she slowly sat up. "Hey," She smiled. "What a surprise."

Heather smiled and sat down on a nearby couch. "I just wanted to check up on my best friends."

I raised my eyebrows. Best friends? Since when are Heather and I that close?

"How nice of you," T smiled before looking at me. "Can you bring some drinks, baby?"

"Sure," I got up. "What do you want to drink, Heather?"

Heather looked at me and I could see she had a certain look in her eyes: she was planning something. She looked at Talia. "I don't know if you've got Sprite at home..."

"No," T looked at me. "We don't drink that here."

I shook my head.

"Too bad," Heather sighed deeply. "I really wanted Sprite..."

"I'll go get it," I suggested, ready to flee the house. "No problem."

"Maybe Talia should go," Heather suddenly said, gaining both our attention. "You shouldn't rest all the time, right?"

T slowly nodded, strangely enough agreeing with Heather's ridiculous suggestion. "I'll go get it," She then got up. She looked at me. "Keep our guest happy."

"Yeah..." I watched her take her stuff and leave the house, then I looked at Heather. What was she doing? 

"Have a seat, psycho," She motioned to the couch I was standing next to. "I want to have a word with you."

I gulped as that sounded serious. "Sure."

Her facial expression got serious all of the sudden. "I know you and Talia have finally talked about the whole pregnancy issue," She said, making me nod. "But I can't help but feel that there are some things left unsaid," She looked at me. "Am I correct to think that?"

I shrugged.

"You tell everyone you're finally in on the pregnancy but I don't think you are," She came closer to me. "You're pretending to keep Talia happy."

How did she know this? Can she look into my brain? "Uhm..."

"I understand why you're doing it," She went on, not even giving me the chance to say something. "But pretending like that will make you go crazy." She then put her hand on my knee.

I looked at that gesture before looking back at her. "T doesn't need more drama." I simply said.

Heather nodded. "I know," She patted my knee then. "But how are you dealing with all of it?"

I gulped and looked away. "It doesn't matter."

"It does," She came even closer to me. "It's very sweet of you to keep Talia happy but if you go crazy, she has nothing..."

"I'm not going crazy, Heather," I sighed. "I'm just a bit stressed, that's all."

"That's the first step," She paused a bit. "Look, if you don't want to talk to us, that's alright. But maybe you should consider talking to someone else."

I raised my eyebrows. "Someone else?"

She nodded. "A therapist, for example."

"A therapist?" I slowly shook my head. "I'm not crazy, Heather."

"I didn't say you were," She showed me a small smile. "But sometimes it can help to talk to someone outside of your social circle."

I looked at her and slowly nodded before looking away. "Maybe..."

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Heather left soon after our conversation. She didn't stop to think about the fact she had T going to the store for Sprite for her. I sometimes wondered how she could live without guilt.

So when T came back, she immediately asked me where Heather was. When I told her Heather went home, T blamed me for not being a good host... Again Heather was able to blame someone else...

That evening, I was on my computer. I was trying to write some more but it wouldn't work. It seemed I couldn't think clearly. Then I remembered Heather's suggestion...

I went to Google and looked for therapists in my neighborhood. Not that I decided I wanted to go, I was just curious. I wondered if it would help me...

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3 days later, I found myself at the entrance of a local therapy center. When I was waiting in the waiting room, I kept asking myself why I was here. Did I want to be here? Would it help me?

I looked around and saw a few other people. Why would they be here? Would they have stress like me? Would they have mental problems? Or a depression? 

"Leah Jacobs?"

I looked up and saw a woman standing there, looking around the waiting room. "Yes," I said and got up. "That's me."

The woman nodded and motioned me to follow her. We walked through a white and undecorated hallway. At some point, she stopped at a door and opened it. "Come in," She said as we both entered the room. "Have a seat."

I looked around the room and saw it was once again not decorated. It felt professional and cold.

"So, Leah," She said as she sat down. She took a notebook and a pen, and looked at me again. "What brings you here?"

I gulped. Why was I here? "I uhm," Seriously why was I here? "A friend suggested this."

She slowly nodded. "Why did your friend suggest this?" She showed me a small smile. I don't often see smiles like this one. It seemed so genuine. She seemed to really care.

I shrugged a bit. "I'm experiencing a bit of stress," I looked away, I couldn't handle her stare at me. It's as if she could see right through me. "I don't know if that's a good reason to come here."

"If you feel like you want to talk to someone, then you have a good reason to be here," She said calmly. "And if you don't like it, I'm not going to force you to come back. You decide if you want this, ok?"

I looked back at her and slowly nodded. "Thank you," I smiled a bit. "I just don't know how to start this..."

She tilted her head a bit. "Well, why don't I begin then?" Again, that nice smile appeared on her face.

I smiled immediately as she made me feel at ease. "Uhm, ok." I didn't know if it was a normal thing for a therapist to talk about herself during therapy, but I didn't care. I liked her approach.

She got up and walked to me. She extended her hand. "Hello Leah, my name is Eva. Nice to meet you."

I smiled again. "Nice to meet you too."