A bump named Chimichanga

Part 12

It was late morning and Missy, who had just got out of the shower, was sat on her bed, a white fluffy towel wrapped around her and her bump, her cell phone pressed to her ear.

"Yeah Mom, I'm fine," uttered Missy, with a sigh.

It had been a couple of weeks since she had spoken to her mom, Margot, putting off calling her until now. Her Mom lived all the way down in Florida with her aunt. She had terrible arthritis and couldn't travel far...

"And the baby?" asked her mother in a fretting tone.

Missy rolled her eyes placing a hand to her bump.

"Little Chimi's fine," said Missy smiling.

"Chimi?" asked her Mom quickly. "Oh goodness that's not some new, trendy name you've picked is it?"

Missy gave a laugh. "No Mom, I don't even know the sex yet, how could I have picked a name? No Chimi is just a nickname."

Missy bit her lip, staring down at her towel-covered bump.

She literally loved Chimi so much it hurt... and boy or girl, Missy knew that she would take care of this baby, no matter what.

She pushed a strand of loose caramel hair from her damp shoulders.

"So," said Margot after a moment or two. "...how's Zach?"

Missy gulped, paling slightly.

The reason for her avoiding her Mom's calls for so long was mainly because she had not brought herself to tell her that Zach had left.

She was frightened and scared of even admitting it to anyone, let alone her own mother who she knew would just hurt with worry.

But she couldn't keep it from her forever.

"Mom, there's something you need to know...about Zach..."

Margot was quiet.

"...h-he left me."

There was just silence down the line

"...but I just need you to know I'm doing fine... I have friends here taking care of me."

Just at that moment, as if on cue, Wade appeared around her bedroom door, a grin plastered onto his long, tanned face.

Today he was dressed in tight pants, a dark t-shirt and a black hooded jacket and was clutching two takeout coffee cups in his hands.

Noticing she was on the phone, he remained silent, strolling over and placing her cup down onto the nightstand beside her.

Wade was the friend taking care of her.

Her best friend.

He had been there for her when no one else was. And was still there for her, even now.

Why? She had no idea. But she was grateful nonetheless.

"That settles it," said Margot in a firm voice, down the line. "I'm taking the next flight up to see you."

Missy gave a frown, turning away from Wade, talking in a hushed tone.

"No Mom, you know the doctor said you shouldn't be travelling with your hip how it is!" Missy said accusingly. "I'm not having you in unnecessary pain because of me!"

Her mom gave a huff.

"I just don't want you up there in that city all on your own, with a baby and everything. Goddamn that Zachary! If I ever see that horrible little man again-"

Missy gave a small smile, relaxing her shoulders slightly.

"I know," uttered Missy in a slow voice. "But like I said, I have friends here, I'm not on my own..."