I'm falling.
— hard and fast.
I can't and I won't ruin what I have with Blake.
We're both broken, we both know it even though we've tried convincing each other that we're not. It's like telling your friend that she looks pretty in that dress, even if she doesn't.
Mixing emotions into our situation would probably end up in a big mess. As of the moment, Blake Garette plays a big part in my life. He's my very good friend. I've learned to depend on him, and it's possible that the feeling is mutual.
What will happen if I confess? Would he feel the same? My biggest fear is that he'd feel awkward about it and slowly drift away. He told me a few times before that he has stopped playing
Currently, I'm laying on Chelsea's bed.My eyes have been puffy from all the crying.It's been three days since I came back from New York. My one-week stay has been cut short after realizing what was happening to me. The morning after my endless vomiting, I called the front desk to buy a pregnancy test.I should have known this would happen. I should have known something like this will happen to me. Nothing is ever perfect for Madison Waters. Nothing ever goes to plan.I called Chelsea as soon as I saw the positive sign. I was bawling my eyes out and she ordered me to come home immediately. I went straight to her apartment when I flew back home. She just opened her arms and hugged me.
Blake decided he didn't want to talk to me.I must have hurt him so much. It's been more than a week and I think I can't wait for him anymore. I wanted to tell him before I go to the doctor and see how far along I am. I rub my stomach, trying to find comfort from my unborn child."It's okay, baby, we can get through this."I'm currently sitting on my sofa, craving beer. Instead, I'm sipping on some fresh juice that Chelsea got me. This will take so much of getting used to. I should just go to the doctor. I don't know why I'm putting so much emotion into this. To hell with him!I've been thinking too much about making this announcement a big deal! This is why I hate emotions! It makes people irrational. Feeling so hormonal, I took out
"You are about 4-6 weeks pregnant," the doctor says as she swivels around that thing they put cold gel on for the ultrasound."Wow," I heard Blake express. "When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" He dumbly asked.I smacked the back of his head which earned an "ow" face from him. "What? I don't know this stuff," he defended.The doctor just laughed and said, "you two make a good couple. But to answer your question, first-time dad, it's far too early to tell the sex of the baby. I will have you booked for the next appointment.""Thanks, doc," I shyly smiled. "No worries. But this stage is very crucial to the mommy. That's why you, sir, should take extra good care of your wife," the doctor sermoned.
I'm sitting on the bed while Blake is busy trying to talk to our unborn child."Hey, kiddo. How are you doing inside? Just tell me if you don't like what your mom is eating, 'cause I will force her to eat fruit loops if you want 'em," he whispers, his hands rubbing my stomach like it's a magic 8 ball.I giggled at his childishness. "Blaze, what are you doing?" I asked."I heard it's good to talk to the child while they're inside," he explained."Well, not this early!" I slapped his arms."You never know, Maddy. It's some kind of telepathic stuff," he defended.He then proceeded to plant small kisses on my stomach. "I love you, kiddo
It's Friday and it has officially been five days since Blake and I decided to romantically be together. Of course, this is all thanks to our unexpected unborn child.Blake has been all up my pregnant business—cooking for me all the time, making sure I drink the right kind of milk or eat the right kind of food. Drive me around to wherever I want to go. It's crazy. Don't even get me started on the books he bought about babies and how to be good parents.I haven't said anything or negatively reacted to anything yet because I didn't want to ruin this for him. Our current situation lightened him up so bright that I feel like it's making him whole again. This little melon inside me is somehow fixing him.His mood has changed completely. He's always excited about the l
It's almost lunch and I've been at this meeting for nearly 2 hours now. Although, I finally understood why I needed to be here. There were a lot of changes with the board members.Thankfully, I chose the right CEO for my father's company. I could never successfully run an IT company."Madame Waters, do you adhere to the changes of the board?" one of the members asked, bursting my thought bubble."Uhm, I empathize with the board's concern and gladly appreciate its initiative. So far, I do like the idea of it, nevertheless, give me some time to review the proposal. Have all these documents sent to Mr. Kendrick's office after this meeting, I'll be waiting there.""And as to the release of the board resolution?" another asked.
One of the things that I hated about being in a relationship is having to fight. Who doesn't, right? Apparently, it's part of the package, which is why I was avoiding entering into one.But Blake is different, he's special. One might say that he is worth the fight. Unfortunately, as of the moment, he feels less special right now. He had no right to barge in like that. Now, I know I have my fair share of fault too, as to not being able to update him of my whereabouts.At the moment, we just finished eating our very awkward lunch. "What time are you going back to work?" I asked, breaking the silence between us."In a few minutes. Are you headed home next?" He asked, still worried about me. I find it very cute but I waive it off as my pride is still having its way.
I was dreaming of Blake coming home to me. He was crying and apologizing for what had happened. But there I was apologizing to him as well for my stubbornness. We were about hug when I felt a real set of arms touch my body that awakened me.I looked beside myself and smell a very drunk Blake. He was a mess. His hair was all over the place, polo was unbuttoned halfway down and untucked. He had his eyes closed and was mumbling something incoherent."Oh my God, Blake, you reek of alcohol!" I screamed trying to peel his arms away."Ssssshh. Be quiet, we might wake the baby," he slurred."What?! Blake, you are so drunk!" I pointed out the obvious."I am? Oh shit. I'm sorry, Maddy," he tri