Mary's pov
This is my first month into the pregnancy and I feel constantly drained of my energy. I have this slite swell and always brightens my mood every time I look at it.
Just the thought of a baby growing inside of me is a big deal. I am responsible for this child and what kind of environment he/or she will grow up in. The feeling of wanting to protect this small living being no matter what. The feeling of warmth and love everytime I touch my belly is just amazing. That is just one thing men will never understand. They never will experience that. They will never know the feeling that I'm talking about.
With that I groggily rose from my bed and went to change into today's dress. Today I'll be wearing a cream dress that isn't going to be hard on my stomach and isn't that heavy.
I left the room after I dressed and went to breakfast. I'm am constantly starving now because of this growing baby in my stomach and let me tell you this is a very picky baby. If it doesn't like what I eat, I end up pukeing it up a few minutes later. I enter the dinning room and sit down next to Francis. "How are you feeling Mary?" He asked. "Good-ish. I am always hungry because of this baby. I hate puking every morning. It gets tiring. Thank goodness this phase only last for another month." he frowns a bit while I am talking about the bad part but, then smiles a little when he sees how happy I am. "Well I can't wait till you start feeling better too." that just immediately makes the rest of my day. With that said I dug into my food sorta not having good posture, but I have a good excuse 'I'm starving'!I stood up from my seat and excused myself from the table. I walked out of the hallway and place my hand on my slightly protruding stomach. Smiling at the thought of having little copies of Francis and I. I continued walking until a wave of nausea came over me. I immediately ran to the bathroom and emptied all the food I had just consumed. I just sat on my knees and sighed. "I hate puking." I mumbled. It's this awful feeling. You get this bile feeling in your throat. Then, you feeling this urgent feeling of your stomach saying 'I don't like what your eating.' Next, you feel the movement of something forcefully pushing up your throat until you puke it up. It's awful.
I finally stood up and rinsed my mouth out. I walked out and retreated to my chambers. I walked in and saw Francis sitting at his desk doing some paperwork. I established my presence and he immediately turned around. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He said with complete concern in his eyes. I gave him a smile and replied "I'm doing good. I'm still extremely happy about the fact that I'm pregnant." That made him smile. "Me too." I took longer strides to him than I normally do. "Do you think you could take a break and take a walk with me?" I said with hope held in my eyes. He looked me in the eyes and said "maybe in a few minutes. I have to finish this document and then we can take a walk." He gave me a apologetic look and I said "it's okay I am okay. I'll wait as long as you need." And I truly meant it. I would wait as long as possible for this man. It is like the whole world stops when he kisses me. I know as long as I'm with him I'll be alright.
As I walked into the library, I pulled a book called the Oddessy off the shelf. I have heard it is good so, I'm going to read it. As I got inthralled into the book I heard a knock on the door. I turned to see Francis leaning against the door looking devilishly handsome. "I think I'm ready to take that walk you offered earlier." I smiled brightly at him and pushed myself from the chair I was sitting in. I quickly walked over to Francis and we just walked, talked, and relaxed for the rest of the evening.Hey it's been ages! I have been uber busy with my other book. I'm sorry that I haven't updated here. I'm close to the end of the other book, so I will be able to look at this book more. Thank you for reading. Please Comment. Vote. Follow. Thank you.
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