I woke up one morning to Chelsea not being in the flat, so I hung around the living area in my baggy large clothes, my hair a mess and a bit of my make-up smeared. Finally when I heard the front door open I quietly raced to my room and darted into the shower. I walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later with my robe on and my hair wet in small waves. My baby bumps beginning to show more and more.
“Hey!” Chelsea shouted along with a smile after she saw me.
“Hey, where were you?” I asked.
“Oh I woke up and went to apply for a job I saw the other day.” Chelsea explained.
“Cool… Hey listen it’s no secret I’m getting bigger and a lot of my clothes aren’t fitting. So I was wondering if you wanted to do a bit of shopping. It’s time for maternity clothes.” I frown.
I really wasn’t looking forward to being so big during my pregnancy but it’s the sorta thing where I have to pay for what I did. So because I slept with Harry and got pregnant, this is what I have to deal with in return to that.
“Yeah! Go get ready and I’ll meet you downstairs!” Chelsea shouted.
I went back into my room and changed, braided my hair slightly and blow dryed it then let it lose. I also changed into a summer dress, as the weather felt really nice out today through my window. Afterwards I went and met up with Chelsea downstairs. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=66986807 .
Chelsea and I went off to a large strip of stores, in which we found at least 2 maternity stores, before walking around and finding more. She quickly got annoyed with my complaining of being hungry and wanting food or craving this or that. Eventually she learned after I got whatever it is I wanted food or drink wise, that I would shut up and shop happily.
While shopping we came across a store Chelsea wanted to visit. So we walked in and while in the store, I saw someone who looked exactly like Eleanor. I begged Chelsea to leave, she was annoyed because I wanted to leave but she agreed to so we dashed out of the store as fast as possible.
Later on that day I came across my phone buzzing a ridiculous amount of times, I looked at it and saw a familiar number but nothing I could for sure know.
“Hello?” I said answering the call.
“Emma?” Someone asked. Why did the voice sound so familiar.
“Who is this?” I ask.
“Dad!” He shouted.
“Oh where are you calling me from?” I question.
“I’m at mom’s work with her to pick up a few things. Decided why not stop and call to see how your doing.” My dad explained.
“Oh well I’m doing okay. Chelsea and I bought some maternity clothes a little bit earlier since my bump is getting bigger and bigger by the day.” I respond.
“When do you figure out your for sure due date?” My dad asked.
“Next week. Don’t worry, I will call you and mom first to tell you all about it.” I say.
“That’s amazing.” My dad said, I could tell on the other end of the phone he was smiling.
“I should let you finish doing whatever you’re doing. I’m craving some Taco’s think I might make some.” I laugh slightly.
“Okay honey, have fun. Love you call us soon.” My dad replied.
“Love you too, bye!” I said before hanging up.
I did make Taco’s while watching a movie with Chelsea but she eventually ran off to do something with one of her friends, who she’s recently become close with since we moved here a few weeks ago. I however stayed in the condo, all by myself but I cleaned the house for awhile instead.
Once I finished cleaning, I sat down in the silence of the condo and really began thinking about things. Things about the pregnancy, Harry, how things were 7 months ago, how things would be after I have the baby. Everything was becoming so real now, I could have my daughter any time and now that it’s closer to the due date I’m becoming more and more scared. How will Harry handle it when he finds out I am pregnant or he does have a daughter? Would he want to be in her life or wouldn’t he? Oh how he would be such a good dad. Stop, no… I have to push all those thoughts away. Harry can’t come around anytime soon to be a dad. I won’t let him ruin his career so easily.