You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
I want to tell him, but he's been distant from me lately. He's always on his damn phone and whenever he's not he's sleeping. And even when he's sleeping he seems distant. He needs to know that he's the father of the baby that is miraculously growing inside of me.
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Today, Stuart is coming home early from his apprenticeship, so I want to do something nice for him; like make him dinner, or run a bubble bath. You know, the things he used to do for me but stopped. Why'd he stop?
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I unlock the door quietly, smiling to myself as I held two tickets for a MET's game, and a pregnancy test in a small box. His favourite team were the MET's and he's been to see them a countless amount of times and is never bored. Small bumps were heard from upstairs, I figured he was moving something.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
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I tiptoe up the stairs, smiling as the gifts were clutched tightly behind my back. The noise was louder, I began to frown, it was coming from the bedroom. I open the door. What I saw was what I never wanted to see in my entire life.
My eyes welled with tears, in an instant they cascaded down my red cheeks. How could this happen.
"Stuart..." I whimpered from the door way. He quickly stood up, wrapping a dressing gown around his lower half.
"Y/N...I didn't think you'd be home this early." He whispered, beads of sweat dropped down his forehead.
"Is that all you have to say? 'I didn't think you'd be home this early?' Not even a 'Its not what it looks like'? Fuck you Stuart." I sigh, throwing the box that had the pregnancy test in at him and throwing the tickets at his feet. I wasn't going to be as petty as to rip them up , yes he deserved it but I wouldn't do that.
"No, just. Wait. Please, Y/N," he said as he opened up the box, his whole face dropped in shock.
"Enjoy the rest of your life." I smile.
Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
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20 months later
"You want to go to Cora's for breakfast today?" I ask my daughter, Amelia.
"Mm." She hums.
For an 11 month old baby she's very clever, and very beautiful.
I get her ready first and then me, then we go for a drive to Cora's. We order the usual. I have some pancakes with lemon and sugar and Amelia has pancakes and mashed banana.
