Trudeau

Narcissist

Quiet- The Exes

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"Fuck!" I groan as I feel the not so little peanut kick against my ribs, waking me up. My six month belly proves over and over again to make moving hard. I push myself off up the bed and travel to the restroom. I look at the clock. 2AM. I sigh loudly as the baby finally starts to calm down. Climbing back into bed, I text Justin.

To: Justin

Hey babe, are you up?

I lay around for a few minutes before deciding to head back to bed. Goddamn, I hate this situation. I start at the ceiling. There is nothing more that I want than Justin to be here. Just one time.

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A loud ping jolts me from the best sleep a pregnant woman could get.

From: Justin

Good Morning, babe. Sorry, I was asleep. You okay?

I don't know if it is the pregnancy hormones or all the supressed emotions from everything lately but I feel angry over his response.

To: Justin

Yep. Just needed you last night a little bit. Think you can come help with the rest of the nursery today?

I almost slam my phone down and walk off to get dressed for the day. Probably won't go out anyway so fuck it. I decide as I throw the clothes I had picked out back into the drawer and head to the kitchen...my new favorite place since this pregnancy started. I get the eggs out when I hear a ping come from my phone in the room over. Don't respond. I say to myself as I walk over to check the message.

From: Justin

Yes! I can clear my schedule today just for you :) remember we still have to set up a nursery over here.

I ignore my petty inner thoughts and type out a message.

To: Justin

Great! I'll make you some eggs :) and I know...I wish we could just set up one and involve the kids.

Instantly I get response.

From: Justin

I know, give it a few months and you will.

I call him, tired and angry.

"Eliza?" Justin answers confused.

"Justin, what am I going to do?" I bite back the tears.

"What do you mean?" Justin's voice slightly panicked as he senses the tension.

My voice cracks, "When the baby comes. All the sleepless nights. I'm going to be doing this alone. Just like last night." I begin crying.

"Babe, you won't be alone...I'll be over most nights. And then two months later you're moving in." Justin's voice begs.

"That's so much and I'm so tired." I crack some eggs.

"Eliza, I know. I know you are tired. But I promise you will not be alone. I'm with you. I'm sorry." Justin apologizes. "I'm on my way to your apartment now."

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I yank the door open as the anxiety subsided as I see the soft feature of Justin. Without saying anything I pull him in and bury myself into his chest.

"God, this is not what I planned when I started working for you!" I laugh as tears prick my eyes.

Justin looks at me, "Trust me, it wasn't something I had planned either."

I raise an eyebrow, "Fair enough."