Waves

🐚twenty🐚

I was now 10 weeks and I was mad. Well sad. Or maybe just upset? To put it easy, I was moody. If you asked me how I was feeling, I'd probably reply with yes. I was however, cleaning our bedroom, not happy at all. Jonah decided that since his game was on that he didn't have to do anything.

"Yes! Home run! Hell yes Twins!" I glare at the doorway, gritting my teeth. I was beyond annoyed with him. I toss his boxers into the laundry basket, soon tossing in his sweatpants as well.

I sit up, letting out a strained sigh. My body really wasn't liking this. I stretch my back, wincing, letting out another sigh. I glance over at our mirror, seeing another pair of boxers hanging off the top. Really? I stretch up on my tippy toes to grab it, barely touching it before I tug it down. I go to check them, not surprised to see their Jonah's. I shake my head, my reflection catching my eye. I blink, moving just a little bit. I pull my slightly loose shirt flush against my body, my eyes lighting up. Holy shit I have a bump. Maybe I should tell Jo-

"Cmon! You could've run home!" My glare returns and I put my shirt down. Nevermind. I grab the laundry basket, heading down the hall. Immediately Jonah's eyes land on me, causing him to frown.

"Did you get the bathroom too?" Are you- I plaster a fake smile on my face, looking at him.

"No I didn't." I say, trying not to snap.

"Oh. Well you should grab those too." I turn around, walking over to our bathroom. I grab all of his clothes off the floor, tossing them in the now heavier basket.

I take all the clothes into the laundry room, loading them into the washer. Once I'm done, I start it, leaning against it with a sigh. I'm exhausted from cleaning all day. I place my hand on my small, barely there bump, letting out a pained breath.

"Yes! Yes! Make the home run.... Yes!! Fuck yes!" I shoot a glare in his direction, knowing damn well he couldn't see me. I leave the room, going into the nursery. My eyes land on the unopened box holding the not built crib. Oh I'm done. I'm so done. He said he would build it!

I angrily walk into our shared room, slipping on some socks and going to slip on my shoes. I frown, unable to get my foot it. It's only then I notice how swollen they are. Of course they swelled up. I've been on my feet all day, lifting things I shouldn't be lifting.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I mumble, slipping on my slides instead. I grab my keys and wallet before leaving the room.

"I'm going to my moms house." I say as I pass the couch.

"Ok whatever bye." He says, not looking away from the tv. Oh I want to strangle you so bad. I leave the house, heading down the hall towards the stairs. I pull out my phone, texting an Uber. Thank good the one who picked up my route is only 5 min away.

I make it down the stairs, having to pause. Wow that was a lot. I head out of the building, seeing my Uber. I slowly get in, letting out a breath when I do. I tell him the address, buckling myself in. Soon we are pulling up in front of my moms house.

"Thanks." I say, sliding out of the car. The guy smiles before leaving. I make my way up to the door, knocking loudly. I rock back on my feet, waiting for an answer. The door opens and a wide smile reaches my face.

"Mom hi. I thought I'd come and visit." I say sheepishly. She smiles, opening the door wider.

"It's nice to see you sweetie. Your father moved in with your grandparents after what happened." I nod, walking in and sitting in the couch.

"Anyways how have you been?" I smile, glancing at my tummy.

"I've been good. Well kind of. Jonah has been driving me batshit crazy. He won't clean, he barely cooks, and we only just got back together. We broke up for a little while because he was being an ass, and he decided to be nice to me for like 4 days and now he's back to lazy asshole." I sigh, placing my hand on my stomach.