the guy at the party

43.- a day spent with Apryl

I woke up the next morning, and the smell of fresh pancakes filled the air. That was my favorite smell ever.
I turned over on my side to see Zach wide awake and shirtless.
"She's doing it again." He moaned, tiredly, and then covered his face with his arm.
I giggled.
"Doing what?" I asked, in a raspy voice.
He turned on his side and stared into my eyes.
"Thinking she had to go over board. She's cooking. In your home." He stated.
"I'm not complaining." I giggled and so did he.
I then sat up and plopped down from my bed and onto my hardwood floor. I could see myself in my body mirror across the room, and I was big. Really big.
I rubbed my tummy, and Zach sat in bed and watched.
"You're beautiful Chloe. Stop stressing." He said, while he sat up as well.
I dug through my closet, but it was basically useless. None of my clothes fit me any more.
I stayed in my pajamas, and watched as Zach got dressed.
We then walked out into the kitchen where the table was set and had a plate of pancakes stacked a mile high.
"Good morning guys!!" Apryl said, while rinsing off the spatula.
I took a chair and pulled it out to sit in it.
"You didn't have to do all this." I smiled, and she smiled back.
"I know. I just enjoy it." She replied, and continued to rinse off the dishes.
Zach and I filled our mouths with syrupy pancakes.

Later, Apryl took me shopping for maternity clothes since I'd grown out of all of mine.
We scanned the shelves of kohl's for anything, anything that I could fit into.
"You don't look too happy." She stated, and she was correct.
I folded a pair of shorts and put them back on the shelf.
"I'm so happy to be spending time with you, I just hate that I don't fit into any of my clothes." I smirked, awkwardly.
She threw some more things into the cart and continued to shop.
"Thank you Chloe." She said, out of no where.
"For what?" I asked, confused.
"Loving my son." She replied, with a smile upon her face.
She didn't have to thank me, I'd do it anyway. I love Zach with every bit of my heart, and nothing anybody could say or do would change that.