Waiting For You

Chapter 27: Call Back

Chapter 27: Call Back

Amelia

Time moves so freaking slowly when you're waiting for important phone calls. I learn that the hard way during the handful of days following Thanksgiving. I get it, it's a holiday weekend, the ob-gyn clinic is probably closed, but I still feel like we should've gotten news by now. It's been over a week since my last appointment.

"They'll probably call first thing on Monday," Angela tells me when I express my frustrations to her. "They're just waiting for me to leave for California."

"Probably, knowing our luck," I grin and pull a gray sweater from the rack.

"Oh, how pretty is that one?!" Angela says excitedly, running the fabric between her thumb and index finger. "It's very stretchy too, so you'd be comfortable all winter, even when you—"

"Get fat?" I suggest with a playful smile.

"I wasn't going to put it like that, but basically," Angela shrugs in a deadpan sort of way that reminds me so much of her son. Even her dry sense of humor is similar to his... you'd almost think they were related or something.

Sam was pulled into an emergency surgery at the veterinary clinic earlier, so it's been just the two of us for most of the afternoon. Not really feeling like staying cooped up in the tiny apartment, we decided to drive into the city and do a bit of shopping. My mother-in-law was especially keen to get me into a maternity store or two, so that's where we're at right now. It's a really cute place, and I really like the décor...

Then I take one glance at the price tags and I immediately wanna bolt.

Indeed, most of the clothes she's been thrusting onto me are way too expensive, especially considering I'm probably not going to wear them for very long. I can tell she's having the best time though, so I keep my mouth shut and follow her down each aisle.

"You don't have to buy anything if you don't absolutely love it," Angela makes sure to tell me after adding a cute little blouse to the growing pile in the basket, and draped over my arm, and hers. "Oh, honey you have to try this on! It'll look so good with those jeans we just found!"

"That is really pretty," I agree with an amused smile.

It's not like we do this kind of thing often. It won't do me any harm to humor her. So we make our way toward the dressing rooms, where a small, middle-aged woman greets us with a bored expression on her face. She quickly unlocks the door and Angela ushers me inside with an armful of outfits to try on first.

I put everything on one of the hooks and strip down into my matching bra and panties. The full length mirror shows my pregnant body in all of its glory, and the lighting makes my skin look flawless (I've been lucky, acne hasn't been one of my pregnancy symptoms).

Fuck it, I'm really digging the way my bump looks right now too—and my boobs, wow!—so I take a few sexy selfies to send to Sam. Why not? Since I've been feeling so crappy lately, I think I deserve to feel good about myself for a few minutes. I'm sure once I get these clothes on, I'll have a dozen little—and not-so little—things to nitpick.

"How's it looking?" Angela asks a couple minutes later, knocking on the door and startling me. I was halfway into a pair of really comfy leggings.

"It's good!" I quip back, pulling the fabric all the way up to my waist, over my little baby bump.