The Marriage Deal.

Part Thirty-One.

"Hope that God saves ya." - PARTYNEXTDOOR.

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   I was starting to feel like the days were intentionally creeping by, although that wasn't possible. How was it, that every single time Derick and I were on bad terms, the days moved rather slowly? It felt like it had been morning forever. But, I was extremely grateful when the clock finally struck about eleven so that I could start getting ready.

   My friends and I were meeting up today and I decided to let this be the day that I tell them the news. Time was winding down and Dr. Munroe did say that in two weeks I should come for a follow up. Two weeks was almost up. By that time, everyone has to know. It was that or everyone would be royally pissed at me, as they should.

   My attire was pretty simple. I wore a simple white t-shirt that was covered by a grey leather jacket; those two were paired with my ripped Boyfriend jeans and grey, low boots.

   I realized that recently, I've been dressing to cover my stomach more and more. There was definitely not much of a change in it, appearance wise. But I felt different. I've been using the bathroom a lot more, as expected. Tired wasn't the word to use to describe how I've been feeling these past weeks. Nausea hit me in waves some days, but I haven't vomited as yet. Thank God. Although, gas was starting to settle in my stomach more and my breasts have been annoyingly sore. I hardly liked sleeping on my stomach anymore. Soon, I wouldn't be able to at all.

   I froze.

  As of late, I've been finding myself thinking further ahead as if I didn't have plans to terminate the baby. My sleeping habits and positions wouldn't change much, because by the end of this week, I wouldn't be pregnant anymore.

   Breaking me away from my thoughts, I heard footfalls behind me and my eyes flickered to Derick's reflection in the mirror. He entered the bedroom and headed to the closet. Once he exited, he had a pair of nice, black tennis in hand. He sat on the bed and began putting them on. I willed my eyes to look away and to proceed what I was doing.

   Only, my eyes ended up finding Derick again. His cellphone started ringing and it caught both of our attention. He picked up the device and took one look at it. Immediately, his face turned into stone. I watched his jaw clench and then unclench only to clench again. His eyes were darker too. Automatically, my mind went back to when the same thing happened during the visit to his mother.

   I wonder who could upset him that much just by calling..

   Mentally, I shook myself. Derick made it crystal clear since the other day that his personal business was his business and his only. I couldn't fight him for it. It just made me feel stupid getting so personal with him. What confused me, was the fact that this man claimed to have feelings for me that went beyond just "liking" someone. How did he expect us to ever work if he wasn't comfortable expressing certain things to me?

   I was being hypocritical though. I couldn't even bring myself to tell him how I felt about him, so blaming him entirely wasn't right.
  
   Giving myself one last once over, I grabbed my things and left. Neither of us said a word to each other. I would say that we were being petty, but I also knew that both Derick and I have experienced what happens when we argue, when we're not on the best terms. It was always better for us to just stay completely out of each other's way. In fact, that was me, generally. Once crossed, I knew it was wise to just stick to myself until things were okay again. If not, my mouth knew no boundaries and things could get messy.

   Thinking of my friends and the day ahead of me already started to lift my spirits. We were going to my apartment. I passed it anytime that I was going to the Headquarters, but I hadn't been inside since the competition started. That was changing today.