DREA (GxG)

36. {Alexandre}

We tried, but it didn't work out too well. After her online lectures, Grace painted my toes for me with white nail polish and we watched a movie together. At the end of the movie, we both fell asleep but I was woken up to tiny feet stomping on my bladder. I didn't know why the little boy inside of me took it upon himself to try clawing his way out of there. After he stretched for the sixth time, I was convinced. He was trying to get out of there.

"Fuck," I heard on my return from the bathroom, stealing my attention and as I looked, I saw Grace's eyes suddenly flying open. Then, the blanket was flung away as she hopped off the couch and sprinted for the bathroom. I watched her disappear inside and the door closing. I wish I could say that was a strange occurrence but it's been happening since I got here. She's been napping when I nap and eating when I eat. Well no, she doesn't really eat. She snacks on shit then complains that she's starving.

But this, this running and sprinting for the bathroom at random is a daily occurrence. Multiple times a day too. Was it weird? Yes. Was it any of my business? Nope, so I left it alone.

I stole her blueberry and waited for her to come back, but it seemed to be taking a while. So, I got up to check on her. I knocked on the door twice. "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just... give me a minute."

"Alright," I staggered back to the living room and stole her blueberries again. She returned a whole half hour later, looking miserable. Her hair, which was curling down her back before, was now up in a haphazard messy bun and she honestly just looked as if she was over the day already. She headed for the fridge and got a bottle of water before coming back over to sit beside me. With a groan, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. "You okay?" I asked again.

"I feel like trash." She got out barely above a whisper.

"Same. Pregnancy sucks!" As I said that, I saw her head shoot up again and her eyes flickered a bright green colour that I swear would've blinded me if we made eye contact.

Quickly, she recapped her water bottle and stood up whispering repeatedly. "Oh no..."

She barely made it past the couch before she threw up on the floor. I gagged, turning away before I threw up too. She groaned loudly. "Yup, I hate this. This is what I wanted? I must've lost my damn mind 'cause what the fuck is this ghetto ass shit!"

"Mommy, are you okay?" Wren pulled both our attentions. We looked up and saw her standing on the stairs. Grace resembled a deer in headlights and I resisted the urge to laugh.

"Yeah," She finally answered her daughter's question, plastering a brave smile on her face. "I'm fine. I was just... Julia—" My brow went up. Just go with it, please. I sighed in silent agreement. "didn't feel well and I just took on too much. I'm fine. How are you? Do you feel better? Are you in pain?"

The girl shook her head. "No pain. But, uhm, did Mama really forget my dance?"

"Uhm," Grace scurried around the kitchen for paper napkins. When she found them, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and came over with a bottle of disinfectant. She got down on her knees to attack the mess she made. "Mama is very secretive baby, but she isn't forgetful. I'm sure she has something special planned for you tomorrow."

"But she didn't even take me to get a dress."

The brunette frowned and looked up at her daughter. "Baby, do you trust me?" The child nodded. "Then trust me when I say that your mama will not disappoint you tomorrow."

The child smiled. "Okay. Wait, mom....how am I going to go tomorrow like this..."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Steph is going to fast-forward through it for you."