Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 1:28:05 GMT -8
Denial was getting a bit difficult at this stage.
In fact.....it was getting very difficult. Her stomach was now poking out, even through the baggy collared shirt she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back from her face rather harshly and she was wrapped up in a warm jacket. Absently she stroked her stomach staring at the peace cafe table in front of her.
It was empty, much like the rest of the cafe. The silence is what she'd come for. This child, her child was well on its way and she wondered if it was truly supposed to grow this fast. This was one subject she knew next to nothing about. Her hand felt her hard abdomen and the bump growing. Part of her wanted to eat, the other part felt sick.
The past two weeks had been horrible. She'd felt like passing out, and she'd taken to sleeping all day or getting all weepy and hiding out in the gym. Now she was here, and for some reason she felt extremely cold. She gathered that meant lonely since she also felt like the air next to her needed to be warm in order for her to be warm. Mathew was probably out doing something....somewhere....
But here she sat. No, she refused to allow herself to get emotional. So instead, she stared at her mug of coffee with a hard glare. A very hard glare.
It was a minute before she lurched forward and covered her mouth. After a second she looked down and move her hand to the left side. There, right there. She stared at her stomach with a raised brow. Suspicious, she kept it there for a second before she felt a slight raise beneath her fingers.
"hold on......yesterday your feet were over there. I know you shouldn't be able to twist yourself that much....well...I think I know."
She huffed, as if irritated- and also as if the baby could not only hear her, but understand her.
"Wait a minute..."
Her other hand fell to the other side of her belly and she paused for a moment.
".....no..." Her eyes narrowed.
"Well thats bloody fantastic, ....there are two of you."
There was a beat in the silence.
"that or you have legs on your head...."
In fact.....it was getting very difficult. Her stomach was now poking out, even through the baggy collared shirt she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back from her face rather harshly and she was wrapped up in a warm jacket. Absently she stroked her stomach staring at the peace cafe table in front of her.
It was empty, much like the rest of the cafe. The silence is what she'd come for. This child, her child was well on its way and she wondered if it was truly supposed to grow this fast. This was one subject she knew next to nothing about. Her hand felt her hard abdomen and the bump growing. Part of her wanted to eat, the other part felt sick.
The past two weeks had been horrible. She'd felt like passing out, and she'd taken to sleeping all day or getting all weepy and hiding out in the gym. Now she was here, and for some reason she felt extremely cold. She gathered that meant lonely since she also felt like the air next to her needed to be warm in order for her to be warm. Mathew was probably out doing something....somewhere....
But here she sat. No, she refused to allow herself to get emotional. So instead, she stared at her mug of coffee with a hard glare. A very hard glare.
It was a minute before she lurched forward and covered her mouth. After a second she looked down and move her hand to the left side. There, right there. She stared at her stomach with a raised brow. Suspicious, she kept it there for a second before she felt a slight raise beneath her fingers.
"hold on......yesterday your feet were over there. I know you shouldn't be able to twist yourself that much....well...I think I know."
She huffed, as if irritated- and also as if the baby could not only hear her, but understand her.
"Wait a minute..."
Her other hand fell to the other side of her belly and she paused for a moment.
".....no..." Her eyes narrowed.
"Well thats bloody fantastic, ....there are two of you."
There was a beat in the silence.
"that or you have legs on your head...."
