Off Limits ( READ THE NEW VERSION OUT!!! )

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 |19|

( Two and half weeks later. )

"Aren't you going to answer the phone? It's been over two weeks, Eleanor." He glanced down at my phone that had been vibrating nonstop for the past two and half weeks.

After that night, I haven't spoken to any of my brothers or my father. We all needed time apart to understand each other and our reasons.

I had a feeling like this before. That this was going to happen—meant to happen.

It was only a matter of time before we all had exploded on each other and let out our pent up anger and underlined feelings we had for each other.

I didn't need that, especially right now. The stress wasn't good for the baby.

"I'm not ready." I admitted, rubbing my stomach even though there wasn't anything there yet.

The thought that there was something growing inside of me brought a warm fuzzy feeling.

"But are you ready for today?" I changed the topic, slightly excited and nervous about the fact this was the first time we were going to see our baby up close.

"Very." He nodded and that was enough for me. I was happy and I wanted to continue being happy.

"You're seven weeks into the pregnancy." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice but I saw the way his eyes lit up and the bit of his lip, trying to contain his smile.

Seven weeks, I thought.

Only two weeks had passed but in those two weeks our baby had grown to the size of a blueberry.

A small, ripe blueberry, according to this app Zade had downloaded on his phone. The app was to keep track of the baby and see what fruit or size the baby would grow too with each week passing.

I didn't say anything about the app, I kept my mouth shut the entire time and let Zade have his moment.

But the truth was. I was also excited about the app and to see what fruit our baby would grow too.

My blueberry—our blueberry, something so small and delicate yet something that had meant the world to us.

At first I had thought since our baby had grown in size, I would begin to show and was utterly excited about it.

But he or she hadn't. Our blueberry wasn't ready yet.

In fact, nothing had changed over the past two weeks except for the weird night time cravings and the aching pain in my breast.

They had felt larger, but they didn't look larger.

"Your father-" He started again, but I cut him. I wasn't anywhere near ready to somehow deliver the news to my father, my brothers.

"I just want to focus on our baby and nothing else." It sounded selfish, but my brothers and father weren't my entire world anymore.

There was a new addition to that circle. And, I was scared of their reaction, I mean, they weren't happy about the age-gap in our relationship, throw a baby in the mix and all hell would break loose, literally.

He nodded, seeming both pleased and understanding with my answer. "Hungry?" It's the same question he had asked me for the past two and half weeks, five times a day.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was purposely trying to fatten me up.

"No, I just had some soup." But my stomach rumbled at the thought of fried pickles and potato wedges.

It seemed the baby had taken a high liking to fried pickles, or anything fried in general.

But that's where the morning sickness came into play. My stomach couldn't handle all of the grease and caused me to throw it all up.

I tried to stay on a balanced meal to make sure the baby was getting the correct amount of protein and vitamins he or she needed but the baby only craved pickles.

He chuckles, "Our blueberry is hungry." I stared at him for a brief moment and tried to imagine him with our baby.

The thought was beautiful enough to make me cry, especially since Zade had begun to call our baby blueberry for the past few days.

My eyes watered and warm tears trickled down my cheeks.

Zade stiffened up, he was like my father in ways, they both had hated my cries more than anything. It always threw them into panic mode, not knowing what to do, how to fix, or if they were the cause of it.

"W-what's wrong?" He tried carefully, treading on thin water with his voice stuttering with each word.

I rolled my eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks, lately he had been scared that the choice of words he used would somehow set me off.

I sniffed and rubbed my nose against the sleeve of the shirt. "Nothing bad." I admitted. "It seems the smallest things set me off and my head wanders into deep thoughts about things now, is that normal?"

He leaned forwards on the pillow topped mattress and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Pregnancy affects everyone differently, for some women they become extremely emotional and vulnerable about things. But if you're worried."

He stood from the bed, throwing the blankets on the side before wrapping them around my body in a cocoon and walked towards the bedroom closet.

"What are you doing?" I shuffled around in the tight cocoon wrap.

He reached for something and then pulled on a thin string which caused the old, dim lightbulb to flash in the closet, making the closet more seeable from a distance.

The closet was a mess, clothes were piled and scattered around. Zade had tried to move stuff around to make room for a few of my belongings.

More like, he wanted to keep an close eye on me.

He moved around the closet, throwing clothes and bags of stuff around before stepping out of the closet with a box still tapped shut.

I arched an eyebrow at him as he walked back over to the bed. "Here." He placed the box on the bed and when I went to reach for it he shook his head and proceeded to open it himself.

He pulled out three, thick books and placed them in front of me.

I reached for the first book. "Why did no one tell me about this?" I read the title out loud and brushed my fingers against the book cover material.

I set the book down, deciding to save it for later based on its title and reached for the next book.

"What to expect when you're expecting." The cover was a woman, wearing some kind of hospital dress with a rounded stomach.

I nodded slightly satisfied, "This will do." By the cover of this book and the description it seemed to be the perfect guide and would answer any questions I had.

"Thankyou." I pulled my other arm free from the tight blanket wrapped around my body and placed the other two books back in the boxes.

Zade grabbed the box and placed it on the floor. He moved to his side of the bed, well, it used to be his size until he realized I didn't sleep like a normal person.

I took all the covers at night and couldn't sleep unless my body was in the middle of the bed and my feet were hanging off the edge of the mattress.

"But, where did you get all of these books from?" I was curious, Zade didn't seem like the kind of person who spent his time fishing the web for books about pregnancy.

"I ordered them online." I turned to stare at him.

"You ordered them?"

He scratched the side of his head, he only seemed to do this when he was lying.

"Your dad had them sent to my office." He coughed out and for a second I didn't hear him until my ears rang and the blood drained my face.

"My father?"

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