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AMELIA CLAXTON AUGUST 2ND, 2021
Last Friday, Harry asked me if we could talk. I know in some ways, I shouldn't because of everything that happened. There's no doubt in my mind that this could be the stupidest thing I have done in weeks but I decided to anyway. He's the father of this child and he deserves to at least know that I decided to keep it. If I was in his shoes, I would want to know if someone is carrying my child. Going into this conversation, there are a great deal of emotions and thoughts going through my head.
What is going to come out of this conversation?
Will it end on good terms? Or will it end in an unforgivable way?
Could another screaming match erupt? Another slew of vile and hateful words shared between us? If so, from whose mouth?
Will tears fall from my eyes, heartbreak and pain expel through me? From Harry? From both of us?
When the day is over and done with, am I going to wish I hadn't kept this baby? That I made the wrong decision weeks ago?
All of these thoughts are making my mind run a thousand miles a minute.
I told him he could come by the apartment on Monday, that way we could be in a private setting and I knew I would probably cry at some point. I wanted to give myself a few days to prepare and today is the day. It's been three weeks since I last saw him. That is the longest I have gone without seeing him or talking to him since May, so it's no surprise that I am a bit nervous.
I haven't even heard his voice. In a way, it feels as if I forgot it.
I didn't tell Ruby he was coming either. She still feels so much hatred towards him and I needed to get through this conversation on my own and without an unbiased mind. She would have convinced my raging hormonal mind to call it off, I know. I am not really looking forward to telling her either.
Harry had sent me a text earlier this morning that he would be by at noon sharp. As it's a quarter to noon, I am pacing around my apartment in anticipation for his arrival. I had put on a comfy lounge set this morning; loose from my stomach so I didn't have to worry about my small pregnant belly being distracting for him or myself really. I am trying to go through calming techniques to keep me from going into a panic attack so no stress comes over me.
I am sitting here breathing in, counting to ten and breathing out at a count of five. I take another moment to do another technique. I look around the room and point out three things I see, three sounds I hear and three parts on my body. It has worked at calming my nerves but that all dissipates when a knock sounds out from the door.
Another deep breath in, I get up to answer it. My heart begins to beat faster as I walk to the door but I continue steadying my breath. I place my hand on the knob, closing my eyes and counting to three. I open the door and it's him.
