myah's pov
"I'll get you some tomorrow, okay?" he said almost as if it was a question before applying light pressure onto my shoulders.
I instantly leaned my head back onto his shoulder feeling his hands work wonders down my aching back, sending relaxation throughout my body.
"Yes babe," I smiled allowing his hands to roam my back, "thank you."
"Anytime for you baby."
May 02, ab 4.5-5 months pregnant
Time has been flying by so quickly. It feels like it was yesterday I found out I was pregnant and Diego and I moved in together.
Things haven't been exactly 'perfect,' in our relationship. Diego didn't seem as happy anymore to be a dad. That broke me, but I remained keeping my mouth shut.
I'm showing, quite a bit. So for that reason, Diego doesn't want me leaving the house unless i'm with him at all times.
Pretty shitty in my opinion. I feel as if I can't do anything on my own anymore, except for going to my doctors appointments.
This past month he hasn't came alongside with me to any. He's been too busy in the studio working on his album that he plans to release very soon or performing in local areas so he's always close to home.
I could have gotten the gender of my baby revealed, but Diego wasn't with me. I didn't want to find out without him being with me.
I hope next time he will come.
10:02 p.m.
"Fuck," I groaned leaning back against the pillows on the couch as I held my stomach; It was moments like this where I hated being pregnant.
"What's wrong?" Diego asked coming down from the stairs, throwing a hoodie over his head, "is everything okay?"
I looked up at him, our eyes meeting instantly.
"My stomach hurts," I replied grabbing my cup of tea from beside me, "really bad."
"I'm sorry baby," Diego weakly smiled walking over to me kissing my forehead, "but I have to go."
"W-where you going?" I stuttered watching as he walked out into our kitchen, "you promised you'd stay home with me tonight."
"Yeah, but I have to take care of something. I should be back soon."
Before I had the chance to reply, Diego disappeared. The door slamming behind him as he did so. I listened to the engine of his car as he sped out of our driveway, not knowing when he will return.
This life sucked. I absolutely hated it. He's been working so much lately, and he told me tonight would be his night off.
If he wasn't working, where was he? I couldn't stress like this, I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes thinking about all of the other things he could be doing right now.
I got up from where I was sitting, walking upstairs painfully slow into our bedroom, laying back against it. I grabbed my phone from underneath my pillow checking my notifications.
There were so many comments under my instagram photos to why I never post full body photos anymore; some even suspect i'm pregnant. They aren't wrong.
And I wish I didn't have to hide it. But Diego wants to keep it private for now and do a big reveal. I don't want to wait, I hate being stuck in this position everyday.
