Penelope’s. P.O.V.
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The sun shone between the cracks of my blinds.

It was warm and sweet.

But god I feel sick. I woke up hours ago due to a stomach ache- which is one thing I was not looking forward to during pregnancy.

I forced myself to stand but I instantly became light headed.

Being hypoglycemic doesn’t help the matter, though.

Walking over to my laptop, I turned it on and opened the news.

As usual, the first article caught my eye.

“Harry Styles Performance in Virginia”

*ding*

From: John
I’m so sorry about last night. Could I take you somewhere this evening?

I really didn’t want to respond. Whether it’s because I’m overly emotional from being pregnant or me just being sensitive but it hurts.

But I’m going to be a mother and if I want my child to have a steady lifestyle, I need to learn to forgive.

From: Me
Um sure. Do you have any plans on where?

From: John
It would really be better for me if we met up in a more private place

From: John
Does your house or my hotel work?

I really don’t want to go to his hotel- it doesn’t feel as innocent as he tried to make it sound.

Ugh I really need to stop.

From: Me
I personally would prefer my house..

From: John
Alright love, what’s your address?

From: Me
565 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC 20001

From: Me
It’s an apartment building right out of Virginia. I’m floor 2 room A23.

From: John
Does 7 o'clock work?

From: Me
It works perfectly. Do you have a preference on dinner?

From: John
Anything works love

Okay. God is it inappropriate to buy pizza? Yeah that’s too casual I need something better than that. Spaghetti might work- I need to go shopping for the food though.

At least my house is presentable.

I need to go shopping for tonight.

***

I sat in front of my vanity, curling the last bit of my hair. God I hope this goes okay. I added only enough makeup to cover up my dark circles and acne scars.

6:45 p.m.

Any second now he is going to be over.

My nerves were on a rollercoaster ride. Worsening and then lessening. The spaghetti smelt really good- the first time in awhile I made a full meal.

My cat could tell that something was wrong. She continued to rub against my legs and mewo profusely.

6:59 p.m.

*Knock knock*

Shit.

I shakily slid over to my door and unlocked it.

I slid it open and eyes fell upon the father of my child.

But there wasn’t a stranger there- there was no John sitting at my doorstep.

Notes

For now, lovelies.

Comment anything you think would better this story.

XxX,
Abygail

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