KATE
Finally she was resting comfortably in her small crib. And though I desperately needed to go to the bathroom I couldn't bare to leave her side.
Even though I could literally watch her every second I was gone I still couldn't make myself leave.
Then I got a text from Alex.
"You need to use the restroom Kate or you could be the one in trouble. Let me come in and watch her, I will be the most protective godparent you have ever seen."
"Come in."
Almost immediatly she opened the nursery's door as if she had been standing outside of it this entire time.
"Go, go." She whispered almost shooing me away.
I practically ran to the bathroom that was down the hall.
It was as I was walking back to the nursery that I started to think about my life before... well... all of this.
I opened the nursery's doors quietly ans saw her sitting there her eyes glued to her phone.
"Hey, Alex."
"Yeah." She said looking up.
"Um." I looked to the chair she was sitting on.
"Oh ah yeah. Sorry. Do you want anything I bet your starving?" She asks in a whisper her screen lighting up her face in the half darkened room.
"That would be great." I say with a fake smile.
I think she noticed it too but paid no mind, then she left.
She's just so different than she was before, but then I realized, she wasn't the one that is different, I am.
I used to be exactly like her, carefree, single, no one to care for except myself and now u have Nora... and Phil.
As I looked at Nora through the cribs small white wooden bars I couldn't help but feel as if I was a completely different person now.
I'm a mom now, and a fiancé and sometimes it was all too much.
But from what I've heard I'm not the first mom to feel this way, and is this actually about me being a mom or is it something else.
Thinking over all of the different things that I have stressed myself over lately I couldn't help but always come back to one single thing: Phil.
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Mystery / ThrillerI let my thoughts wander, anything to get my mind off of her. They glide down a winding river of past emotions, actions, conversations. Then the waters become choppy; rushing and rushing. They are out of control. I can't keep up. The horrible though...
