Midnight ✔️

1 O'clock AM

My eyelids feel dry in that overly tired kind of way. I taste my mouth and am repulsed by the terrible flavor.

I twist my torso and feel it flex to keep me from toppling off the beds side as I reach for my phone. My finger touches the spine of one of the many books Cameron's acquired over the months of her pregnancy. She can't do a lot of the things she use to do before anymore. Cameron was a very active girl before she started feeling too tired to do really anything anymore. She use to be in dance. I let myself smile at that. Cameron was good, too. She still is. I'll see her lazily piddling around once in a while when she thinks I'm not in the same room as her. She does little things like switch up her footsteps. I can vaguely remember the last time I caught a glimpse of her graceful tinkering.

I got the real deal the last time I caught her little one woman show. Gray camouflage sweatpants partnered with one of my t-shirts is her personal spin on grace these days. A pair of her little slippers shuffling around to a beat she played in her head. Back, side, front. Back, side, front. Sitting back correctly in bed I unlock my phone with my thumb print. I find myself guiltily scrolling through Instagram as I see my peers posts. They don't know how lucky they are. Cameron's friends do a lot of things without her now. That's expected I suppose. Once in a while they'd stop by and check up on her but usually Cameron was just depressed by it.

"It's like I'm on display," she often complained to me. Reasonably complaining, though. I only get side glances when I'm with Cameron, but Cameron gets looks 24-7 because her gender flaunts the pregnancy like a parade float. "I swear my friends just come over so they can gossip about me to other people later." I always assure her that it's just all in her head when really I'm thinking exactly the same thing. She moved in with me when she started getting to tired to jump between our separate homes on a daily basis about a month ago. So after that, her friends have had to go through me to get to her. I haven't let them see her since.

There is literally no room for anymore stuff. Her clothes alone take up a little more than half of my dresser. I honestly didn't realize how much more clothing girls wear than guys do. I'm a pants and shirt guy. I don't wear anything that's unnecessary. With Cameron, though, it's a whole other story. She has belts, shoes, pants, shorts, T-skirts, sweaters, leggings, tights, and spaghetti strap tops. She's had to buy new clothes, though. Mainly because her old clothes don't stretch.

Cameron lets out a moan into her pillow, causing me to fixate on her. Though, I can't see the details of her face, I already know what they are. Her nose slightly turns up at the end before her perfectly plump lips rest above her roundly pointed chin. Her eyebrows barely arch but it's there. Especially when she raises one at me in protest to something I've said. Cameron's eyes are probably the best shade of blue there is. Half the time her eyes are more gray than blue and it's pleasantly intoxicating. She fusses around for a second and I almost think my being awake has made her wake up also. But no, I squint and see that her eyes are still closed. Her hand juts around and I frown.

Her palm shuffles around the gap between us making a soft sound of friction with the sheets. I can hear her breathing a little louder, almost like she's frustrated. I put my hand out where she can find it on her own. When her soft fingers make contact with my middle finger she wraps her hand around mine and then relaxes. I slightly smirk at this. She was looking for me. Breathing softly, I think about how much she's grown to rely on me.