𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

018 || The key

7 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days have passed since I found out I was pregnant.

7 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days I have been carrying this heavy ass baby inside me. Don't get me wrong I would adore him or her with all my heart, but the physical strain is starting to take its toll. I guess my bladder was just a fun thing to kick.

Max was away almost every weekend. I envied him so much. I was allowed to go with him to a couple but he insisted I stay home and rest. That is all people tell me, "You need to rest" and "Can I feel?"

The house felt lonely without Max. It felt cold. I guess I wasn't truly alone, even though the baby wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Anyway, this is not going to be all about me complaining. This is going to be a different story entirely.

This is the story of how I met Loki. 

And it's a pretty long one so buckle up. 

You may be wondering 'who the hell is Loki?' Well, to find out, shut up and read.

It was a cold, stormy autum day. I was missing Max as usual. He was currently in Spain living the life, while I was stuck here in this hell. He had to stay a couple extra days, even after the GP was over. I was some how kind of pissed at him. He got to knock me up and still get to keep his career. 

No fair.

But then he would call me (every morning and every evening), and I would hear his voice, see his eyes, look at that beautiful smile and everything would just fall away. Nothing mattered anymore.

Anyway, if I start talking about Max I will never stop. I could spend hours describing every detail, every line, every muscle of his body. Every small habit. Everything.

As I was saying, twas a cold and stormy autumn day. *In an scottish accent (obviously)*

My father had left town when he said he would. I thought that I had gotten out of seeing him again but guess who reached out to me yesterday? Yeah, he was back. I think he said somehing about his wife having a work thing.

I tried to find some kind of excuse but I came up empty. Maybe some small part of me wanted to hear what he had to say to me. I was curious. I had two half brothers. I wanted to meet them.

I had been standing outside this coffee shot for about ten minutes, staring inside. My dad was sitting in a booth with two little boys. The older one was sitting poiltley with his hands fiddling with a hairtie. He had light brown hair and the same eyes Benji had inherited from our father.

The younger boy was the complete opposite. He had blonde hair like me and was restlessly trying to climb over the back of the booth while his father tuged him back down.

Take a deep breath.

I did.

And go.

I nervously took a step forwards. Then another. They progressivly got easier the more I took. Before I knew it I was inside. My dad's face lit up with a smile as he waved me over. I felt my insides twist.

If only Max knew what I was doing. I didn't tell him, of course, because I knew he would try and talk me out of it. Or come with me. And that wouldn't be ideal because Max said that if he ever met my father, he was going to be the one going to jail.

"Sabrina! I'm so glad you came!" My dad smiled. I didn't like calling him dad. He was not my dad. He was barley my father. Not anymore. David smiled.

His eyes traveled to my very clearly swolen belly. His eyes met mine again with a mix of exitment and disbelief. I looked down at my hands.