Toxic 2: Lethal

Puffy

Chapter6-Puffy

"Three parents down, one to go." Ava said, pulling her legs under her.

"You sound excited." I mumbled, making it known that I wasn't.

She shrugged. "Once everyone knows, it's a weight off our shoulders. Then we can focus on our future with the baby."

"But it's my mom. I'd rather tell her I was gay again."

"You sure you'd want to do that again? Remember how she freaked out?"

"I know. But at least I know how that turned out. This... this is bigger than that."

Ava squeezed my hand. "She'll be okay with it, trust me. This is our only chance at having a baby and a family. She'll realize that and be okay with our decision."

"You think so?"

She kissed my cheek. "I know so."

I rested my head on her shoulder. "I wish I could be as optimistic as you."

"You will be. It'll be a motherly instinct."

"How do you have it? Did you have a kid without me?"

She laughed. "I helped take care of my mom when she was sick."

"What if you're a better mom than me?"

"Why would you think that? You'll be a great mom."

"You already have experience helping people. And me... I've probably screwed the baby up already from all the drugs I did."

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "The baby will be fine. You stopped right around the time you got pregnant. I'm positive."

"Careful with that word. I don't think we could scare our families anymore without hurting them."

"If you're so worried about it, we'll have the doctor do a test to make sure everything is okay with the baby."

"They can do that?"

She nodded. "They stick this huge needle into your belly button and pull out some of your amniotic fluid to test it."

"That sounds painful."

She smiled. "But so worth it. And I'll be with you when they do it."

"Can they jab you with a needle, too?"

She laughed. "If it'll make you feel better, sure."

I rubbed my eyes and felt a yawn starting. "I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted."

"I'll come with you."

I laughed but let her follow me to her bedroom.

"Do I look fat to you?" I asked, staring at myself in her mirror. My stomach looked... puffy. Not super fat but not what I wanted it to be. Sure, I ate junk food a lot but it never did anything to me. Was it finally coming back to haunt me?

Ava laughed and ran a brush through her hair. "You look beautiful."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm being serious. Do I?"

"Lydia, don't do this to yourself. It'll only make you depressed."

"I can't help it."

She walked over to me and lifted up her own shirt. She wasn't physically fit in the sense that she had abs but there wasn't much fat there either. She was too perfect for me. "If I tell you I'm fat, will that make you feel better?"

"Ava, you're not fat."

"Then neither are you."

I glared at her. "That's not fair."