Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 7

For the first time in six months, I woke up with a smile on my face. My neck wasn't cricked, and the muscles in my arms and legs weren't hurting. It was a great feeling. I wasn't in any physical pain, and it felt great.

I slowly pulled myself up and rested my head on the headboard. I looked down at my stomach and smiled, "Good morning, baby girl." and as usual she'll give me a small kick. I felt a rush of emotions. How could I have given this feeling up? The unbreakable bond that I have created with my unborn child was beyond beautiful. Was this how my mother felt when she was pregnant with me? Was that why she worked so hard to make me happy?

I covered my face with my hands, then ran my hands through my hair. Not one day in the six months that did I not think about the look on my mother's face when she found out that I was pregnant. Now I understand why she was so careful with me, and now I understand why she reacted the way she did.

Many times I thought about going back home but I couldn't. I didn't want to see the look in neighbour's eyes. I didn't want my classmates to see me like this. I didn't want to be seen as the teen who got pregnant and makes history repeat itself. It didn't want to look in Will's face as he ignores the fact that I was carrying his baby. Most of all, I couldn't take gossip and stares. It would drive me crazy.

I shook my head. Those weren't the thoughts I want to have as soon as I wake up. I looked around the beautiful room one more time. I'm really here. This was real, and it's up to me to make it last until circumstances change, because they always do.

I pushed my feet off the bed and stood up. The baby was pressing against my bladder, and so I needed to pee every hour or two hours. I quickly walk out of the room and knock on the bathroom door. I entered when I got no response. I quickly lifted the dress and peel down my underwear. I sat on the seat and did the deed. It felt great to release especially sitting down in a bathroom and not bending down in a brush.

I washed my hands before exiting the bathroom. Instead of heading back to my room, I went to the living room.

"Good morning. " I jumped and rested my hands on my chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. Why are you up so early?"

I turned around slowly and looked at Valdo, who was sitting around the round dining table with a laptop in front of him. "Good morning. I'm used to it." I always get up before sunrise. "You?"

"I'm taking the day off working to get you sorted out so I'm just doing the work that I would have done if I went into the office."

I shook my head, "You don't have to do that. I can do it by myself. Just give me the money." I didn't want to be the reason he missed work.

He shook his head, "It's cool. No one will miss me at work."

"Wouldn't your boss say something?"

He laughed, "I haven't had a boss in a while. I'm my own boss."

"Oh." I knew he had money but to be one's own boss meant he had plenty of money.

He nodded, "I have to come with you for many reasons, number one is that I don't have plenty of cash on me, so we're going to have to use my card. Number two, you need a chauffeur. Number three, I don't want you to get lost." The first two reasons were justified, but the last one was stupid, I've been homeless for six months, I knew my way around New York, New Jersey, Philadelphia and Washington DC. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt he didn't know my travel routine.

"Thanks."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking at me.

I'm always hungry. It came with the territory. I nod my head, "A little."