Having Your Jelly Baby

12: Confession

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Chapter 12: Confession

It had been two weeks since Drew had slipped a ring onto the fourth finger of my left hand. It was crazy: suddenly I, Nova Elizabeth Hart, was engaged. Engaged. Engaged. I honestly couldn't make sense of it at all.

Laina's reaction had been surprisingly earnest; I had called her up as soon as Drew had strutted out of my flat, breathlessly telling her down the phone, 'I guess he liked it 'cause he put a ring on it.'

She had let out a snort of laughter. 'I think that's great,' Laina said after a pause that was a fraction of a moment too long.

'But...?' I pushed, hearing the subtext in her sentence and her silence from miles away.

'But marriage - I mean, it's intended for life, isn't it? Make sure both of you know what you're doing and getting into before you make it permanent. If you two do get a divorce though, you're giving me half,' she joked. 'I'm not joking,' Laina added.

'Lai!' I exclaimed, affronted.

Fine, I wasn't exactly the most financially stable at the minute, but I certainly was not with Drew for his money, which frankly, I completely forgot about most of the time.

'How are you doing though?' I asked, changing the subject to Laina. Far too often our conversations were about me, and lately Laina had shrouded herself in mystery, even to me. 'How's work? Any sex bombs walking through your door demanding to be matchmade?'

Laina snorted again. 'I wish. The only people that come in these days are the old guys who don't know how to use the internet so don't use the dating websites on there. Still, it's paying the bills at least. Speaking of bills, girl, aren't you piss-ass broke?'

'Mm,' I made a noncommittal noise, and I could almost hear Laina's eye roll.

I used to be the organised and responsible one, would you believe.

'I don't know, I might just move back in with Mum and Dad for a bit. My lease on this place runs out in a month or so, so I need to start looking for a new place to live anyway. They won't mind, I don't think.'

'Ha,' Laina scoffed, and I knew she had a point.

'Your mum will throw a fit when she finds out you're preggo, which I can't believe you haven't told her yet. How have you managed to keep it hidden? Surely you must be fat by now?'

'Oi! You're not allowed to call me fat - I'm... getting rounded.'

'Mhmm,' Laina replied. 'You're what - three months gone now? That's your first trimester gone, and I'm telling you as your main bitch, woman, you can kind of start to tell now. Hang on, aren't you meant to be throwing up left, right and centre, too, though?'

I frowned, glancing down at my stomach. I'd quite clearly started to show, but fortunately I could still hide beneath slouchy jumpers and get away with looking like I'd merely put on a bit of weight. I'd been to the doctor when I hit the three month mark a couple of days ago, who recommended that I go and see her monthly until I was at around twenty eight weeks gone when visiting frequency would increase.

Disappointingly for Laina, hottie Dr Garver with the pert derriere had decided to take a couple of months off (apparently he was holidaying in Amsterdam), and so wasn't my doctor anymore.