- { 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐉𝐀𝐘 }

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NEARLY SEVEN MONTHS LATER...

4 PM




"God," I whispered, looking at my bulging belly in the mirror. "Look how big you're getting, little baby." I giggled loudly feeling my little baby shift and kick at my stomach.

Placing my hands on where I felt their little foot, I patted the area. "Calm down," I cooed, "We'll have some food shortly." I was nearly seven months along, and things were really starting to kick in.

Living with Dee in the apartment had allowed me to lick my wounds and get into a better headspace.

I could still think about him, think of his smile, his kindness and it still hurt. Shaking the image of Mister Jeon out of my mind, I slipped on the knitted shorts and cropped purple cardigan.

As far as I knew, I had no plans today.

Picking up the picture of my sonogram, I smiled brightly and pressed a kiss to it before setting it back down. Walking out of my bedroom, I soon found Dee in the kitchen, eating the rest of the Chinese food we ordered this morning. The same food I saved for myself for later.

"Dee." I spoke, stopping in front of her. Crossing my arms across my chest, I tilted my head. "You ate my fucking food." I pursed my lips, slightly amused, watching the way her eyes widened—chopsticks hovering above her mouth.

"Ah..." She gulped slightly, setting down my food. More than likely remembering the last time I lost my temper when Axel and Raven ate the food I had cooked for myself.

Hell, I couldn't help it.

Mood swings.

I shifted my feet once my ankles started aching, still staring directly into her eyes.

She laughed nervously, flinching back from my glare.

"How about we got to the mall and get something to eat from the food court?" she asked, seemingly desperate to calm me. Fighting the urge to smirk, I shrugged. "Okay. I'll get my coat. Thanks Dee."

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