If you've read secret sister, than this is the sequel. If I told you a synopsis, you wouldn't be surprise when you're readying so 🤷🏽♀️
(Also because I have no idea what I'm going to write but I needed to put something here)
Me: Let's play a game, is this: a) a giant baby b) the 10,000 course breakfast Grayson made me eat this morning or c) all of the above
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Ally 💍 I'll take c for $500 Alex. Look at my niece, growing and thriving.
Me: Too bad you're niece is a nephew.
Ally 💍 We'll see. Also, since when do you go to the gym?
Me: Drs orders 😭
I plugged my phone back on the charger and walked into the bathroom to take a shower to wash the gym off of me. I'm so glad my apartment building has a gym in it because I don't like working out in public, I don't like working out at all. I've got an hour and a half before Emma gets here and I still haven't decided if I want to tell her or not. I quickly took a shower, not bothering to wash my hair because I didn't really do enough to get my head sweaty and I walked out, wrapping a towel around me.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my closer grabbing a pair of jeans, underwear, a bralette, and one of Grayson hoodie, hoping this would be good enough to hide the fact that I'm pregnant around Emma if I decide not to tell her.
Everything was going smoothly until my pants decided they didn't want to button. I even laid down on my bed and tried to force them together like I did back in the day when I would bloat from cramps.
I sighed and stood up, walking downstairs, not even bothering to button them anymore. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my reusable cup, filling it up with ice and water before walking over to the couch to wait for Emma to get here. I took out my phone and decided to update my mom on the 'I can't fit pants' situation.
Me: Hi hello, your grandkid has made me fat already. Why? I can't fit my pants.
Mama 💕 Well you were kinda small to begin with.
Me: But still...why?
Mama 💕 I'm sure you're fine. Do you look pregnant or do you look like you ate too much ice cream?
Me: .....yes
Mama 💕 Yes what?
Me: To both of them
Mama 💕 Maybe you're having twins.
Me: Nope. No. Absolutely not. I had them check four times to make sure there is only one baby in here and that's all there is. The one baby. ONE! Not two. One.
