Carrying His Child

Chapter 3

Anastasia POV:

It has been three weeks since I found out about my mother's illness. I am worried as hell and this anxiety is creeping up inside me.

It is seven in the evening and I still have no    idea what to make for dinner today. Bob is away with his friends in his golf course, it will just be me and mom for dinner today. Mom is sitting in the living room reading her favourite Peoples magazine. Here I am, standing in the kitchen still thinking about today's dinner menu. My stomach is grumbling real badly, it surprises me that I just had a big bag of dill pickled flavoured potato chips, yet I am still hungry. I am craving sweet and salty food item right now, I ram through the cupboards and find a box of lasagna sticks.

I prepare the tomato sauce in a pan and boil the pasta in a pot. As I am chopping the onions, I feel a nauseous wave hit my body and I run to the nearest washroom. I feel so sick right now, I throw up everything I had in my tummy. Mom joins me in the washroom and holds my hair as I puke. Right now, I really want Christian to rub my back and keep my hair away as I throw up, and this thought sickens me more.

"Here, Ana, take these pills. You will feel better." Mom says as I am lying in my bed. I get up and take the pills, and drink the water. I still can't get the fact that why am I feeling this way. Probably the chips I ate earlier I am guessing. Whatever, I will get through this pain in a little while, stop overthinking this.

Mom continued making the lasagna and I felt bad so I helped her plate the dinner. I am eating like a horse right now, like literally, this is my third time serving lasagna in my plate. Mom is looking at me like I've grown a second head but I don't care, I just continue eating this delicious meal.

"Ana?" Mom asks grabbing my attention.

"Yes,"

"You really are my Ana, right?"

"Mom, seriously, I am perfectly normal. I am just hungry." I say and dig in the last bite of cheesy lasagna.

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I turn off my night light and drift back to  the thoughts of Christian's strong, muscular arms wrapped around me. So much stuff has happened in the past three weeks, who am I kidding, these past two months. Meeting Christian Grey was the best part and I am regretting nothing out of it. I love him so fucking much but he just doesn't see it,  I just want him to realise that he can be loved. One day, I will prove to him my love, my anticipation for him to accept me.

Not a long update I  know, but remember that I have this entire summer to spoil you guys. I am in my school right now but maybe update my other story once I get home.
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