Thankful again that I’m left to sleep in, sparing me from the embarrassment of vomiting here and raising suspicion that it was more than just nervousness yesterday! Tryna stay on track with my regular workout routine that my OBGYN has approved, I get dressed for a run! Jonny is in disbelief that I willingly want to do such a thing but throws on basketball shorts, a tee, and sneakers then joins me. After the run, we ate breakfast and spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool. Nina, Jonny's mother, who insists I call her mama like everyone else, makes sure there is a fresh batch of guacamole for me daily. I lather it on almost everything I eat to the point that I think I gross everyone but Nina out… I’m pregnant, I want what I want! The next few days feel like my life is being played on a repeat loop. I wake late to find Jonny already up, we run, eat, then lounge by the pool. After dinner, we watched movies until I passed out. The only variation to this is on Thurs
I woke to the sound of someone puking and I realized the bed beside me was empty. “Amory?” I called out to her. “I’m fine”, I hear her call back from the bathroom before her stomach unloads again. I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom door, where I found her wrapped around the toilet practically. Amory’s small body shakes as she dry heaves! “That doesn’t look fine to me”, I tell her as I pull her pink hair back from her face. She looks exhausted. I stood up and started the shower, then walked back over to Amory and helped her to her feet. “Shower, it’ll make you feel better”, I told her as I walked out of the bathroom. “Thank you”, she tells me as I pass by. She comes out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel several minutes later and plops down onto the bed not realizing I’m still here in the room. “Feel better?” I ask, making her practically jump out of her own skin as she throws the blanket over herself! “Seriously Amory, that towel is probab
Shit! Fuck! Pregnancy sucks is all I can think of as my head hangs over the toilet of Jonny’s bathroom, which is thankfully very clean considering a male uses it! I’m dry heaving as I hear Jonny’s half-asleep and raspy voice call me from the bathroom door. “Amory”? “I’m fine”, I lied! I’m so not fine… Did I mention pregnancy sucks?! I hear him approach as my stomach riles up and releases more of its contents into the toilet. “That doesn’t look fine to me”, he says, and pulls my hair back from my face as I continue to spew vomit out. When I finally lean back against the cold wall, he rises to his feet and starts the shower. Then he walks back over to me and pulls me up to stand, “shower, it’ll make you feel better”. I whisper, “thank you”, as he passes me on his way out of the bathroom. When I’m done showering, I really do feel a lot better, and I plop myself down on the bed while still wrapped in the towel. “Feel better?” Jonny asks from the desk chair, sca
After breakfast, Amory packs up all her stuff and I drive her back to her apartment. When we get there, she dumps the contents of her duffle bag into her hamper and immediately starts cleaning her already spotless house. “What are you doing, mi Amor?” (mi love) I ask her. “Oh, I need to get my laundry cleaned so I was getting it all together”, she says. “How do you plan on getting that to the laundromat?” I asked her. “Drag it in the hamper like I always do”, she says, dead seriously. I cannot believe what I’m hearing, “Amory, I can drop you off”. “That's not necessary”, she says. “It’s dirty laundry, you don’t need to be handling it”! I have to laugh at her and pull her onto my lap on her couch. “Amory, you’ve literally just spent the past week parading around my mother’s house in a bikini and sleeping in a bed with me that’s half the size of your own. Do you honestly think I’m bothered by seeing your dirty clothes”? “No, but that doesn’t mea
I woke up late in the morning, and headed to the kitchen with Jonny to eat breakfast. Funny, I was never really a breakfast eater until I started staying here, but it’s what’s best for my baby anyway. When we are done, I help clean up and then return to Jonny’s room to gather all of my things. I know I definitely have forgotten some stuff, but Jonny lives here so I can always just ask him to bring it whenever I notice what’s missing.He, of course, has to see me inside and carry all of my stuff in too. I immediately went into cleanup mode because I haven’t been here in almost a week and I feel like the apartment is dusty, or stuffy, or just not clean! Yeah, I know they call this nesting, but I’d probably react the same way even if I wasn’t pregnant!“What are you doing, mi Amor?” (mi love) Jonny asks me from where he sits on my couch.“Oh, I need to get my laundry cleaned so I was getting it all together”, I explained.“How do you plan on getting that to the lau
I’m exhausted as I sit parked outside my mother’s house waiting for my pregnant sister’s whiny ass. She insists that all pregnant women are whiny and she’s normal… I didn’t knock her up. Why am I the one stuck dealing with her pettiness?! She gives me the address and as I’m plugging it into the navigation on my phone, it pops up as Amory’s doctor. That’s weird! “I thought you said I’m taking you to the doctor for the baby”, I said to Emilia. “You are! Can you drive? I’m running late”, she barks at me. “I was here on time, don’t blame me for that”, I snapped back at her. When we pull up, Emilia notices the odd look on my face! “What?”, she asks. I shook my head as I turned the car off, “I think I bought Amory here before”. “Well, a woman her age would regularly come here like every year for their Pap test, Jonny”, she says. “Plus, there is more than one type of doctor in here. Maybe she was here for another reason”. I shrug and exit the car wit
I’m watching TV with Bo when I get a text… Which I find odd because there are literally less than thirty people in my contacts, and more than half of them work for me! It’s from Jonny… *****can we talk?***** *****sure, what’s up?***** *****in person***** *****now?***** *****yea***** *****ok, come over***** *****already here, b rite up***** I’m in the middle of telling Bo that Jonny is coming to talk to me when he walks through the door, surprising the both of us. “So as I was just saying, excuse us please Bo. We’ll take this into my bedroom, Jonny”. Bo sits back down at my kitchen table as Jonny and I head into my bedroom. I know whatever he has to say is serious because he shuts the door behind us. I take a seat on the edge of my bed and pat the bed next to me for him to sit, but he begins pacing the floor in front of me. It’s not like a leisurely slow pace, but a rough step with purpose! “Are you quitting?”, because I honestly
I’m awoken by Amory scrambling out of my arms and darting for the bathroom! She’s puking still? Bo is out cold on her couch as I walk by him on my way to the bathroom. “Amory, why are you still having morning sickness”? She sits back against the wall and says, “because it’s not guaranteed to stop after the first trimester”! “Come on, mi Amor”, (my love) I tell her as I lift her to her feet. She dangles in my arms and starts to cry, “I’m still your love”? I don’t know why I find this so funny! I laugh as I pull her into my chest, “oh Amory, your emotional outbursts finally make sense”! To this, she also laughs through her tears. At the meeting, Amory confesses to Max, Rich, and Charlene about her baby. She also offers for them to exit their contracts without penalty, to which they all decline… We all agree to continue working for her and you can tell she’s grateful. Mine and Bo’s contracts are amended and everyone’s schedules are adjusted to reflect the