TO LAST A LIFETIME

Twenty-Three

Gennie

I stopped in front of my apartment, I put in the key and turned the doorknob. My apartment was just as I left it, I sighed as I dropped into a chair.

I was stressed, pregnancy was stressing me out, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. I was never the mood swing kinda girl but then I couldn't understand what just flared up between Wesley and me an hour ago. I sighed, running a finger down my hair. I didn't know if I was ready to be a mom. Everything was happening so fast. A child needed more than just meals and clothing, obviously, those were the only two things I could boldly say I can provide a child, but what about the other needs?

I should've thought of all these things before getting involved with Wesley that way.

I went into my bedroom, undressed. I walked up to the mirror just in my bra and panties, frowned at the girl staring back in the mirror, my eyes puffy from tears and my face red. My eyes shifted from my face to my neck. A gasp left my lips when I realized the hickeys on my neck, I ran a finger over them, my eyes fixed on my stomach. Keeping a child was a major decision to take, being that it was going to cost me a lot, first my status as a girl, then, my mom's image of me, my work, I was going to quit to take care of myself or I get fired when the bump was out.

Was a child going to fill in the gap when I take the bold step if I chose to ignore my mom's opinion as an unwed mom, would I run in debts after quitting my job, was I ready to be a mother?

What if Wesley bailed on us? What if after having the baby he refuses to give support? If at all I'll be keeping this baby how would the distances between Wesley and I affect Purity!

Purity! Was I ready for Purity?

I continued staring at my image in the mirror.

There was a knock on my front door. I didn't know whom it was, I pulled an extra-large t-shirt from the drawer and threw it over my head, it dropped down to my mid-thigh. I walked to the living room, towards the door.

When I opened it, Louisa my neighbor was on my doorstep. Louisa was in the accounting department of the company and was very friendly, at least, to me.

"Good morning Louisa!" I greeted cheerfully.

"Morning Gennie, I was beginning to think you weren't home!" She tugged at the ropes on her sweat wear.

"Oh! I was in the room! Come in!"

She came in and took a seat in the living room.

"What can I get you?" I asked.

"Oh, don't bother, this is a quick roll, Emily your friend asked me to bring my phone to you, she'll call again!"

Emily? Did she try calling me? Oh! My phone! Fuck!

"Did you lose your phone?"  Louisa asked curiously.

"No, I must've left it somewhere, I..I was in a rush!" I stammered.

"You don't look alright, everything alright?" Louisa asked, her black eyes shined with concern.

"I'm fine, just a minor headache!" I lied. What I was feeling wasn't minor at all.

Her phone rang in her hands she looked at the caller ID and handed it over to me.

"Here, she's calling again!"

I sighed, talking it.

"Emily!?" I said, brushing away a strand of hair off my face and yawning into my palm.

"Thank goodness you're home, I was beginning to worry, how are you!"

What did she mean by she was beginning to worry? I shrugged.