It's Going to be One Hell of a Messy Night
Three.
3 months. 90 days. 2160 hours. 129,600 minutes. 7,776,000 seconds. Have passed since I last thought about Oliver Sykes.
The tile walls felt as if they were closing in on me. I was suffocating slowing.
This couldn't be happening. Oh, but it was.
Positive.
The one sign, that would once again cause my world to come crashing down. Except this one I couldn't hide.
I knew whose baby it was too. Oliver Sykes.
There was no possibilty it was Alex's either. He has azoospermia, a very rare abnormality which in simpler terms means he is sterile.
I also had no way of contacting Oliver, nor did I have any idea where in the world he was.
I turned the sick on letting the cold water run for a few seconds, before cupping my hands letting the water fill and then splashing the water on my face.
I couldn't get an abortion, not because I was against them, but I personally could not live with myself.
I also wasn't too sure on adoption. I have always wanted to be a mother, and when I fell in love with Alex, I gave up bearing and raising my own children, but now I had the chance to obtain that dream.
Selfish.
Crying. Yet again, something I have become acustomed to.
I was going to tell Alex everything once he got home from work, which was usually around 8:30 p.m. or so. It's only 4 right now.
I had no idea how I was going to tell him. He'd for sure leave me.
Unforgivable.
That's what this was. No doubt.
Well I have awhile until he's due to be home, so I keep myself busy.
I cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom.
Even though I know this unborn child is going to ruin my relationship, I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitment when small thoughts would pass through my mind of where the toys and crib would go if I decided to keep the baby.
6:49
Not much left to do now but wait.
I sat down on the leather sofa facing the t.v. and turned it on to some random reality show, mindlessly staring at the screen. I wasn't brought out of my daze until I heard the clicking of the door, and Alex walking in.
"Hey babe..." I say already scared of whats to come.
The tile walls felt as if they were closing in on me. I was suffocating slowing.
This couldn't be happening. Oh, but it was.
Positive.
The one sign, that would once again cause my world to come crashing down. Except this one I couldn't hide.
I knew whose baby it was too. Oliver Sykes.
There was no possibilty it was Alex's either. He has azoospermia, a very rare abnormality which in simpler terms means he is sterile.
I also had no way of contacting Oliver, nor did I have any idea where in the world he was.
I turned the sick on letting the cold water run for a few seconds, before cupping my hands letting the water fill and then splashing the water on my face.
I couldn't get an abortion, not because I was against them, but I personally could not live with myself.
I also wasn't too sure on adoption. I have always wanted to be a mother, and when I fell in love with Alex, I gave up bearing and raising my own children, but now I had the chance to obtain that dream.
Selfish.
Crying. Yet again, something I have become acustomed to.
I was going to tell Alex everything once he got home from work, which was usually around 8:30 p.m. or so. It's only 4 right now.
I had no idea how I was going to tell him. He'd for sure leave me.
Unforgivable.
That's what this was. No doubt.
Well I have awhile until he's due to be home, so I keep myself busy.
I cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom.
Even though I know this unborn child is going to ruin my relationship, I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitment when small thoughts would pass through my mind of where the toys and crib would go if I decided to keep the baby.
6:49
Not much left to do now but wait.
I sat down on the leather sofa facing the t.v. and turned it on to some random reality show, mindlessly staring at the screen. I wasn't brought out of my daze until I heard the clicking of the door, and Alex walking in.
"Hey babe..." I say already scared of whats to come.
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CLIFFHANGER!Sorry, had to do it though (: