𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

011 || Forgive me?

Yes.

I am pregnant.

I am two days pregnant. Well, probably longer, but I only found out two days ago. I don't know how it happened. That was a lie. I definitely know how it happened. It did come as a shock. I stared at the test for two hours straight, but now I think I have finally wrapped my head around it.

I'm lying.

I was going to have a child! And I don't know the first thing about children. Why are their heads so soft? What the fuck?

Don't get me wrong; half of me was incedibly excited. Max and I had never really discussed our future. He had once mentioned that he imagined us as an old couple who robbed banks together.

That was something, right?

Granted, he was drunk when he said it. Also, how would we even run away if we were old? Very impractical. I suppose that we wouldn't be obvious suspects because of our age... Okay, we're getting off topic.

I don't even know what to think anymore. My head is so full of thoughts that it feels like my brain is made of bees. That totally makes sense.

How will Max react? What about my career? Should I keep the baby? Should I get a haircut? How do you raise a child? Where was that bag of jelly beans?

I DON'T KNOW!

And I could talk about it with anyone because I wanted Max to be the first to know. But he was still pissed at me. And, to be honest, I was a little pissed at him. He should not have reacted the way he did. All I did was talk to Lily.

Right?

Ah, fuck. Was I the bad guy here?

Full disclosure: I have been sitting alone with my thoughts for an hour. It's not a great place to be. And now my head was filled with images of two old people in ski masks hobbling away from the police.

It was fucking hilarious.

But that's not the point. I'm lost. And when I feel lost, I talk to Max. Or kiss Max. Whatever the point, I need him here. Now. Please?

But I was still too proud to go and apologize to him. He should be the one to do it. I was not the one in the wrong. Right?

Well, at least I still had my dignity.

I thought as I ate chocolate biscuits while sitting on the floor of the bathroom in my shark blanket hoodie and fluffy pink slippers.

Screw society!

Wait, what was I talking about?

Fortunately, just then someone knocked at the door. I stuffed the last bite of my chocolate biscuit into my mouth and waddled over to the door. It took me a while. Believe it or not, a shark hoodie was not designed for mobility.

I wiped off some crumbs from the side of my mouth and opened the door. Layla was standing just out in the hallway, she had her mouth open as if she were about to say something but stopped. She looked me up and down, taking in my glory.

"Oh, you look-" She began, clearly struggling to find the words. I decided to help her out.

"Glourios? Yes, I know." I raised my chin.

"I was going to use the word interesting, but that works too." She smiled. I felt like laughing too, but I didn't have the energy. "Can I come in? I think we need to talk."

"Uh oh. Am I in trouble?" I asked with a guilty frown, stepping aside and letting her in. She walked purposefully over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down. I closed the door.