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AMELIA CLAXTON JULY 30TH, 2021
I woke up in a better mood than I have in the past few days. Nothing enters my mind to deter my happiness. It's also the first day I haven't woken up feeling nauseated. It's Friday. Today is going to be a good day.
If anything, today will be a day of no tears. Very unlike my Friday two weeks ago.
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FLASHBACK - JULY 16TH, 2021
Today is the day of my doctor's appointment, the first ultrasound. I woke up with the same headache from crying myself to sleep like I do each morning.
I grab my phone off the nightstand. One of the last things I told Harry was about how today would be the day I make the decision on whether or not I keep this baby. He knew that today was important. For a split second, I expected his name to be on the screen.
Perhaps him asking to be by my side during the ultrasound. Maybe a 'good luck.' I wouldn't even be surprised if he sent me a message telling me to end this pregnancy. To no one's surprise, though, his name isn't listed anywhere on the screen.
I feel utterly stupid for even hoping that he would have reached out. Considering the way he treated me, I know I shouldn't have even had the hope his name would've come across my screen.
Day after day, I find myself being more emotional. The hormones are all over the place and this is just another example of that. Today is an important day and I just need to distract myself from these thoughts.
I throw the covers off of me and make my way out of my room. I enter the kitchen and Ruby is already sitting down at the bar, a cup of coffee in front of her. Since I am not supposed to have any excess caffeine, I have been on a tea binge the last few days. I fill the kettle with water and set it down onto the stove. I go sit down beside Ruby as I wait for it to boil.
"G'morning," she says, yawning.
"Good morning," I greet in reply.
I still haven't told Ruby exactly what happened between me and Harry on Sunday. The most she knows is that it wasn't pleasant. I have been keeping it inside because I know when I tell her, that is when it will become real. When I came home Sunday morning, far earlier than I told her I was and in a sobbing mess, she knew something happened. She didn't push for details and we haven't spoken about it at all.
Every morning that we see one another before she leaves for work, I know it is on the tip of her tongue to ask about it. Even right now, I can tell she's fighting with herself to ask. I suppose there is no better time than now to tell her, so she can understand why the father of this child isn't at the first ultrasound.
"I know you wanna know what happened between us," I say with a whisper. "I think I am ready to tell you, if you want to know."
The sleepy look is immediately wiped off her face and she turns to me. "I knew something was wrong but I didn't want to bring it up until you were ready. So, take your time. I am right here for you, Mia."
