"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
"Running, doesn't solve anything darling."
my granny, with her frail voice would say. Her soft brown orbs looked over me with gentleness. I stare at myself in the full length mirror leaning on the wall. When I was at my doctor's appointment yesterday, they did an ultrasound and I was told breathing signs are good and I was able to see a few movements of the baby but according to the sonographer I won't feel those movements yet since my baby just graduated to being a fetus. I couldn't stop smiling and a few tears trickled down.
The day before, I had seen Michael at the cafe, and it hurts a little that he's missing all these little moments because he decided to not be a part of this journey. He's missing out on the dream he's always wanted. To be the father he never had. Also, I learned that it will be a long while before I start showing since I'm a first time mother and my baby is about two inches now, but I honestly can't wait. I'm currently two months into my pregnancy. Throwing up and nausea have been my best companions but it's nothing Miss. Violet's lemonade can't fix. My body is gradually changing, i can tell how quick my hair is growing and looking healthy. My breasts are fuller, a little painful sometimes but it's a good different. scary but quite fascinating how it works.
" I'm growing a whole person inside of me." I turn to my side looking in the mirror. Gracefully, I haven't been to the hospital since I went over to give Michael the paternity test. And I'm grateful for that. I'm not proud of what I did. Following through with my mother-in laws orchestration. I could have had Ana arrested which is fair because she did take part in the assault. But my anger got the best of me. Clouded my judgment despite Mason's comments about finding other ways to punish Nathan. Anything could have happened. Nathan could have hurt me.
That was stupid. And after all that, things between Michael and I are the same.
Mason said, Nathan is behind bars and he fired Anastasia. But still, I feel stupid for going head with any of it. Am I sorry? Not a single bit. What's done is done.
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A sigh rolls out of me as I rub soothing circles on the small protruding area. Satisfied with the daily touch I give the little person in my belly, I pull on a tube crop top with some sweatpants for comfort.
If there is anything I will never forget about my grandmother...it will be those words. and more often than not, she kept at it. Telling me—saying them to me.
Was it to prepare me? did she see what was coming for me. In less than two years of my marriage all I had would be crumbling?
I am never one to cower and hide. She knew me well enough. Many at times, I put the wellbeing of others before mine. It's a downfall and I know. That's what's got me here, and my marriage is on the verge of crumbling. All I had was good intentions. In high school, Nathan was a weird kid. Quiet, always seated in the corner at the back of the class. And people made fun of him and picked on him. For a while he was the talk of the class and it was about his family—having issues. I just wanted to be kind and just be a friend. So I spoke to him and tried to not make him feel bad about himself. And I told him, 'It's okay to not want to be around people'. It's not wrong to love to be by yourself. I told him, that what was happening to his family was not his fault. I hoped to be of help but I sparked an obsession instead.
