You'll Be In My Heart

Chapter 4

MIAH'S POV.

The days feel like they're getting longer. Maybe it's because I've been waking up at four every morning to puke. Maybe it's also because I've spent this whole week crying into my pillow over the very man who caused the puking. I hate being so involved and in love with him. My baby daddy... damn that title makes it all real.

I flick a paper ball from the edge of my desk and into the trash can maybe three feet away. Around the little black bin are a dozen other small paper balls that missed their entrance, but whatever. I'm not getting up to throw them away it's my office and I'll keep it anyway I want.

This has been my entertainment for the past two hours. I was working on another script, but I had to stop because it was killing me. I was half in tears every time I typed the word love.

It's a painful word. Everyone smiles and thinks such positive thoughts when they hear it or say it or whatever. For me it's ripping away every piece of tissue around and in my heart. I'm so deep in Marshall's love that now that he's away I'm physically in pain and I'm pregnant so you know my emotions and mental state are fucked.

Stuff like that is actually kind of funny. To think that a word or phrase or thing can be positive and heart warming for some, but can make a person also want to blow their brains out. I know there has to be a name for that, but I can't think of one and I don't know how I would begin to google the term.

A soft knocking fills the air around me making me roll my eyes and find some false strength to get out of my chair.

As I get up I feel a little nauseous and stumble forward instead of walk. I want to say it's Tommy and I don't care if he sees me doing this, but if it was him he would've just walked in by now with some crazy story ready.

Maybe it's Emma. She still knocks even though I've told her a million times not to.

I open the door to a woman with light hair, blue eyes, and... holy shit it's Kim Scott. What the fuck doe she want now? God if it's not Marshall it's Kim or Nate or Dre or one of Marshall's little goons coming to talk to me.

Truthfully, this is my first time meeting Kim and I only recognize her from photos.

"Are you Miah Welton?"

"Yeah."

"May I come in?"

"No."

"Then can we talk out here?"

"About?"

"Marshall and the baby."

"..."

"..."

"Why didn't you just ask to come inside?! Come in.".

Kim smiles a little at my sarcasm and walks in pushing my door shut behind her. I lean against it looking over at her as if she hasn't been in Marshall's bed and in the exact... I mean EXACT position as me with him.

I'll give Marshall points. He's definitely not a man with a type. Kim and I couldn't be more opposite.

She has light hair, light eyes, with tanned skin. Her waist is small and muscular, her thighs are small, her butt is small, her boobs are big as fuck, and the years of substance abuse makes me wonder about her age. She's tall too... at least five foot seven inches.

I have dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. A small, but thick waist, thick thighs, a big butt, average boobs, and I look ten when I'm actually twenty five. Oh by the way... five foot two inches. I don't look like I could be carrying a baby I look like I could be asking someone to change the channel to Barney and Friends.