Brit's POV..
"Hey babe," I said and leaned in to kiss him. He turned his face ever so slightly and smiled afterwards.
"Hey. How are... uh, how are you feeling?" he asked.
I could sense the awkwardness in his voice and it amused me. A teenage boy trying to find the words to ask his teenage 'baby mama' how abdominal pain, nausea and vomitting was going couldn't be less awkward.
Dylan turned towardss me and his emerald eyes caught the sun that had been threatening to fry us all.
"What?" The edge of his lip curled up in a half smile.
"You're too awkward, oh em gee. Why am I in love with you again?" I chuckled.
"No, really. What?"
"Well I have been feeling quite amazing. Literally. Rainbows wake me up everyday and smiles and singing too."
He hit my shoulder and laughed.
"I really hope you're doing good. How is the baby doing?"
"We are about to find out, aren't we?"
"We sure are."
Moments like this with Dylan in the car made me feel whole again. The car no longer felt like a cold, heartless machine but felt warm, filled with love and joy. I realised I had the missed the voice of a true friend.
We drove down the quiet road then I heard Dylan say "Brit, are you okay?"
"Huh?" As I tilted my head in his direction I noticed tears had started streaming down my face. I couldn't hold my pain in.
Everyday I had suffered the feeling of nausea and pain all alone with no one to hold me or care. The maids' service didn't count or help me at all. I loathed myself and the situation I had gotten myself into. I reviled the fact that I brought myself into a situation that I couldn't get what I wanted. Actually, who I wanted.
"You could pull over here if you want to talk Brit. I'm always here if you want to talk, I promise."
I drove down another road without even thinking about stopping until I broke down and buried my head in the steering wheel at a stop light.
"Common Brit. Let's talk?" he said and raised my face by my chin.
I snapped my head in the other direction because I couldn't stand him seeing me in such a state and quietly pulled over at the next parking spot.
"I'm hormonal," I said and laughed.
"It's definitley more than that," he said staring into my eyes.
"I'm just lonely and unloved... and I'm just so tired."
" Come to me all you who are heavy laden and I will give you rest,"
"Who? You?"
"No. Jesus. Cast your cares on Him for He cares for you."
"I don't think so. I'm definitley not up to His standard I could never try."
"In Him and through Him we may approach God with freedom and confidence- Ephesians 3:12. You just have to be who you are."
"How does that solve any of my problems anyways?"
"He loves you. He strengthens you and he definitley cares!"
"Really? What do I have to do?"
"Go to Him as you are and He will help you. I promise. He promises."
I sat there and realised the warmth I felt in the car was The Spirit of the living God and I realised I wanted that peace in all I did so I did it: I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Saviour.
At the hospital getting my first ultrasound with Dylan felt great, not just because Dylan was there but because I felt peace. I realised the love I had for Dylan was unhealthy and I decided to take a little break from it. I resisted from calling and texting except we had a result or important information and a new person came into my life: Jesus.
I also met a charming, friendly boy name Cory and we had been texting and calling each frequently. I resisted from getting into a serious relationship with him until I had Camilla. I also made sure I actually loved Cory for who he was and not his attention because I was learning to give up my attention addiction.
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"She is so beautiful. Can I hold her?" Dylan asked as he knelt by her crib.
He picked her up for the billionth time and just cradled her in his arms. He looked even more in love than he did that night at the hospital when she was just popped fresh. (A/N: LOL guys. I can't deal with that statement!)
"Are you sure you are still fine with me taking her home?"
"I'm sure. I couldn't be happier because I know you love her and would give her the best in life. I'm sure."
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