She's Just My Baby Momma B.E

chapter 8

(Are we #teamnaira or #teamdani?)

Dani pov

I dropped Chloe off with Billie's parents, eager for her to spend some quality time with them after a while apart. With Chloe safely in their care, I finally had the chance to catch up with my friends.

Pregnancy has reached its peak, and I'm feeling more ready than ever for this baby to arrive. However, navigating daily tasks has become a challenge with my growing belly getting in the way. Despite the discomfort, feeling those tiny kicks and movements inside me reassures me that our little ones are eager to make their entrance into the world.

As for the gender reveal, I've decided to hold off until the baby's arrival. Billie's work commitments mean she won't be able to be there, so I want us to find out together when the time comes. Though I have a strong intuition about gender, there's a sense of excitement in waiting for the big surprise.

As the weeks on and Billie's tour progresses, my emotions fluctuate like a rollercoaster. Some days, I find myself teetering on the edge of despair, longing to pull my hair out and scream into the void. On other days, I muster a semblance of composure, convincing myself that the distance is a necessary evil and that I can cope with her absence.

During the initial week, I found myself incessantly scrolling through social media, desperate for any glimpse of Billie's life on tour. But each post only served to deepen my jealousy and resentment, a painful reminder of the life she was living without me. I had to remind myself constantly that she deserved to enjoy herself, even if it meant confronting my feelings of longing and inadequacy.

The words of our therapist echoed in my mind long after Billie departed: "Be open to new possibilities." It was a mantra I clung to in moments of despair, a lifeline amidst the turbulence of our relationship. I threw myself into new hobbies with renewed vigor, hoping to drown out the cacophony of emotions swirling within me. Surprisingly, it was a welcome distraction, offering a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I hadn't felt in a long time. And amidst it all, I found solace in crafting items for our impending arrival, channeling my anxieties into tangible creations for our baby.

today I'm supposed to be meeting my girls at the local café, a quaint little spot with mismatched furniture and a cozy atmosphere. As I push open the door, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts over me, mingling with the soft chatter of patrons. I spot my friends sitting at a table by the window, their faces lighting up as they catch sight of me.

"Hey, Maya. Hey, China," I greet them, sliding into the seat they've saved for me at the high table.

"Hey, belly!" China chirps, her hand instinctively gravitating towards my protruding stomach. "How's our little munchkin doing in there?"

"Our baby?" I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my tone. "Last time I checked, it was just mine."

China rolls her eyes playfully. "Details, details. It's ours in spirit," she insists, her smile widening.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Fair enough. The baby's been good, thanks for asking. Though I gotta admit, I'm feeling like a beached whale lately. Two more months to go, and hopefully they'll make their grand entrance without too much drama."

Maya nods sympathetically, her expression filled with understanding. "Hang in there, Dani. You're doing great. And you look amazing, by the way."

"Thanks, Maya," I reply, genuinely touched by her words. "But trust me, it's all smoke and mirrors. This baby bump comes with its own set of challenges."