The next morning you left the house to pack your stuff.
You forced me to stay home.
I should take some rest for the baby.
The baby is only 10 weeks old.
What do you expect me to do for the upcoming 8 months?
I get out bed and grab some breakfast.
At least I can eat for two now,
Without feeling bad after it.
I take a shower.
Staying naked underneath the falling water I suddenly realize how vulnerable my baby is.
How vulnerable it is going to be if it came to earth.
I am the one who has to take care of it.
Who is responsible for its health.
Who do I call it an it?
To push it away?
To don't get the feeling it's a real baby.
And that it's my baby.
A shiver rolls over my back.
Sometimes I hate my unconscious.
But how?
How am I going to do all this?
My sister wouldn't even let me watch her babies for a second when her girls were younger.
Angela was the one who always used to babysit the neighbors' children.
Not me.
Everyone knew I was going to burn the house off.
Let the kids drown in the bathtub.
Feed them candy all night long.
Put them to bed just before the parents came home.
''Not Katy, we want Angela, she's not free, oh never mind then.''
Everyone knew I am not good with kids.
Except me.
I am pregnant now.
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2019 / Jaty fanfiction
FanfictionWe broke up in 2015, but things has changed. We both grew up. Developed on our own way. We have a new point of view on the world. But both still an empty place in our heart. The search for love didn't end yet. A short story fan fiction about Katy...
