Her

Chapter seven: Due (Edited)

Chapter seven: Due

Nine months later

The sun shines down through the canopy of the tree leaves, leaving patterns across the grassy, green floor. The day is clear and hot, without a single cloud in our blue-squared sky. I lay amongst the lushness of the greenery in the courtyard, taking in the warmth of the sun. My eyes are closed to it, letting it rest on my face like a butterfly perched on my nose. Everything is still and quiet, with a slight breeze allowing the leaves to russel ever so slightly. It feels good to be outside, to be at one with nature again. It felt like the rain came more here then the sun and so whenever it was out for a singular moment, you had to stop what you were doing just to enjoy it because in the next moment it could be gone again. It was a strange thing; weather, how it could come and go so easily. But I guess that was the same with time.

The last nine months had passed in a blink of an eye, the days merging together into one big heap. It was like no day really stood out; instead they were all the same day spread across many. I mostly did the same things, went to the same places and hung around with the same people. At first it had been exciting, going everywhere I could go in the Breeders wing for the first time. But then the first time, turned into the second time, which turned into the third and so on, and soon every place in the breeders wing I had been too more times then I could count. It got boring after awhile. The same places, the same food and the same routine, everyday without change. It's like I was living in limbo, constantly waiting for something, anything to happen. But most of the time nothing did. The only thing that seemed to change was my appearance. My stomach got bigger, inch-by-inch, days by day, until it resembled something more like a bowling ball then an actual human stomach and the rest of me got bigger too. My thighs got bigger to compensate my stomach, my legs got bigger to compensate my thighs, and everything about me just seemed to get bigger. And with the growth, my body started getting more tired, sorer, and I started to get more irritated, hot and hormonal. It had been fun at first, being pregnant, but as the months stretched on, it started to become a nuisance more then anything. But every time I felt down on my myself I tried to remind myself why I was doing this. I was going this for the future of my City. This was my career now; a Breeder and this is where I needed to belong and fit in. So I sucked it up, especially considering there were a lot of other Breeders who had it a lot worse then me. One of those Breeders being Abigail. 

Ever since she had got pregnant, she had not stopped throwing up. It had lasted all through her pregnancy and any time anyone looked at her you could have sworn you were looking at a corpse rather then a person. Her skin had gotten so pale almost the colour of snow and her freckles now looked so dominant, standing out on her white skin. Her red hair seemed to stand out more too, looking like the only thing that was still alive on her frail and exhausted little body. She had dark, terrible circles under her eyes, which made her look like a zombie looking for something to eat. Everything about Abigail looked awful, but I rarely heard her complain now, probably because each time she tried, the vomit rising up her throat would shut her up. But I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. Though I don't think the other girls shared my feelings. In fact, I think they were all happy that she finally did shut up.

My eyes flicker open and I look over to where Abigail was sitting, not that far away from me under a tree with her eyes closed as well, only she looks like she's sleeping; her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Her stomach is big, just like mine because just like me, she was due to have the baby anytime soon. The others were situated all around me as well, all in different positions and my eyes scans all of them, taking each of them in. But nothing has changed about any of them, except for the sizes of their bellies. Each of them had a different sized belly, depending on when they were last inseminated. Some were more far along, while others were only just starting over again. But other then that, they were all the same; the same girls, in the same place, which had the same places to go to and same things to do, with the same routine day after day after day. But none of them complained. I guessed after awhile they probably got used to it and I knew I would get used to it in time as well. So I kept my feelings of boredom to myself.