Loving You From The Past

My heart is aching again.

Sam is sleeping with his hand on my stomach.

It's been seven months past.
My body aches, and I can't sleep normally.

I remove his hand from my stomach.
Get up with my knees shaking.
Put a hand to my back to support myself.

My baby is a girl.
My baby girl.

Gerard's baby girl.

I sighed to myself.
Missing Gerard.

I rather Gerard yelling at me.
Then not even searching for me.

I put on a coat.
Got Sam's car keys.
And drove to Gerard's little house.

It's morning.
Around seven.
I didn't care if he was sleeping.
I needed to see him.

I got out with some struggle.
And walked to Gerard's house.
My feet sore with the excess wight I gained.

Knocked three times.
No answer.
Knocked four times.
No answer.
Knocked five times.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'M COMING!"
I hear him yell.

He opens the door.
With a surprised look.
Looked at my face.
Down to my belly.

"Polly?"

I nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

"Gerard, we need to talk."

He put his fingers through his hair.
Like he always did in stress situations.
But this times, I saw no short bleached hair.

"About what?"

He looks down to my stomach.

"About this."

I pointed a finger to our baby girl.