strangers in love

chapter 53

AMELIAS POV
I was now almost 8 months pregnant and could barely do anything, and the pregnancy was really wearing me out. Owen was the best though. He was getting changed to go to work and I smiled.
"Good morning," I said.
"Hey," he said, "good morning." He came over to our bed and kissed my forehead.
"Help me up?" I chuckled.
"Of course," he said sweetly and helped me up.
"God my back hurts," I said.
"Do you want me to rub it?" He offered.
"No it's fine," I said.
"You sure?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Amelia I don't like to see you in pain," he said.
"Hey we only have one more month to go," I smiled.
"Can you let me help you," he chuckled.
"Fine," I chuckled and let him rub my back.
"Does it feel better now?" He chuckled.
"Yeah," I said.
"Told ya," he said and kissed my cheek.
"I wanna go back to work," I pouted.
"Amelia no," Owen said.
"Yeah I know but I miss it," I said.
"I know," Owen said. He helped me up again and kissed my head.
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I was bored out of my mind at home because Joey and Izzy were on a field trip with their summer camp and Emma was in her room. I was on the couch watching tv and I really didn't want to get up to get my computer.
"Emma!" I yelled. I heard her door open and she came to the top of the stairs.
"What's up?" She asked.
"Can you get my computer?" I asked.
"Yeah where is it?" She asked.
"Somewhere in my room," I said.
"Okay," She said. She came back down a few minutes later with my computer.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem," she said, "how are you feeling?"
She asked because I felt really nauseous this morning.
"I'm okay," I shrugged.
"Did you and Owen think of a name yet?" She smiled.
"You don't get to know," I chuckled.
"So that's a no," She chuckled.
"No we have," I chuckled.
"Alright," She said.
"I'm tired," I pouted.
"Me too," Emma said.
"So you and mike still a thing?" I asked.
"Uh Yeah," She said, "he uh apologized about the whole drinking thing."
"Well that's good," I said.
"You don't like him do you?" She said.
"I didn't say that," I said.
"But you don't," She said.
"It was one incident," I said.
"Okay," she said.
"I don't think he's a bad kid," I said, "I think he made a poor decision."
"Do you think I'm making a poor decision?" She asked.
"No," I said.
"Yes you do," She said.
"No I don't," I said, "you did not drink, so therefore you didn't make a poor decision then, and yeah, sure he might make more bad decisions, but if you don't make those decisions and he makes you happy then your making the right decision."