Roses Diary [S.M]

Anxious

With my arms crossed I am looking out of the big windows at the passing cars from Scott's office building.

The nauseous feeling, that has been present for weeks now, is mixed today with anticipation. If my calculations are right, today I have hit my 7th week of pregnancy.

A couple of days ago, I did another pregnancy test, just to see if I was still pregnant. I didn't even had to wait for 3 minutes to get a result. Almost immediately the stripes were popping out. So, yes. I am still pregnant. After that confirmation, I called the gynecologist and made an appointment for later today.

Shawn is going to pick me up in about 15 minutes to go together to see our baby for the first time, if everything goes right of course.

But before I can be redeemed from my misery, I first had to meet up with Scott for our weekly get together and talk about the schedule.

Nobody knows about my pregnancy yet. Well, nobody other then Anna and Brian. Of course Shawn has told his best friend. Anna basically begged Shawn to tell him because she was dying to talk freely about it. I don't know who is more excited that I am pregnant; Anna or Shawn. It is probably a close call.

It has been tough though, to keep it a secret. Especially because I have been sick all the time. Morning sickness is really starting to fuck up my life. But if my nausea would have stayed only in the mornings, I could have lived with it but unfortunately, that is not the case. I only have to smell something 'bad' and it would be enough to trigger it. It sucks but it is getting better. Sort off.

My belly is still quite flat but I do have noticed that my body is starting to change. My breast are starting to get bigger. I can tell you, Shawn has been loving the new changes. A bit too much, if you ask me. But I have nothing to complain about though. He has been the sweetest. Ever since he founded out that I am pregnant, he has been treating me like I am a delicate flower. Don't get me wrong, he has always been the perfect boyfriend but lately, he is very careful with me. Extremely protective. For example, he doesn't want me to drive anywhere on my own anymore. 'What if someone hits your car and nobody is there to take care of you' was one of the reasons he gave to me. If you ask me, I think he is overreacting way too much but if that puts his mind to ease, I am all for it.

"Here."- Scott pulls me out of my thoughts as he walks back into his office with a folder. "I just received this in the mail from Vogue earlier today. It is a draft for this month's issue."

I turn around and take it from him. "Is it with our interview and photos?."

I open the folder and stare at the cover page of the magazine. The picture of me and Shawn in our backyard is literally beautiful. The lightning, the setting, the ambiance. Everything is just perfect.

What it means to be the future Mrs. Mendes. I read on the front page.

"This looks incredibly dope." I say way too hyped as I look through the magazine. "I cannot wait to show Shawn later."

"Yeah, the both of you look amazing. Another milestone in your career Rose."- Scott says and gives me a high-five. He has never been good with expressing his emotions, so for him to be so 'enthusiastic' is really something. "I am proud of you kiddo."

"We did it together. I wouldn't have been anywhere without you." I do not say it enough but without Scott, I wouldn't be as far as I am now. It is all about the teamwork.

"That is not true but very sweet. Thank you." He says as he takes a seat behind his desk as the sound of a new income email echoes through the room.

"We have to celebrate."- it is kind of our tradition. Whenever we make some new successes, career wise, we always celebrate it. Always count your blessings, is one of the first things Scott has taught me. "What about dinner at my place, tomorrow night?."