2 months later
My feet ached horrors. It is the only thing that occurs to me right now, I can say with all the letters that this pregnant has its advantages. I felt a lot of nausea and a lot of cravings, I thought this would end in the fourth month but really, at five, they did not stop.
Despite all the feeling, the little kicks of my little nut (Not so little) make it all worth it, Every second. I can say that I have changed physically and mentally in many things I reflected on things that I knew that one day I would have to fix myself.
Lately I've been talking to my brother and Stace on Skype. Which one of you is more excited to see me? Stace already knows everything. At the fourth month I could not hide anything from her, she was angry with me for 8 hours or so but then she called me excitedly showing me several bags with baby things, to tell me that she started designing clothes.
My parents on the other hand, only my father called sometimes and secretly from mom. He pretended to be angry but deep down I noticed his concern for me.
And as for him. I have not heard from him, only that he closed the most important contract of his career as an architect.
"Dear Layla, I've brought strawberries with nutella." Aunt Ruby appeared in the doorway, poking her head out.
And yes, from going to not wanting chocolate, the cravings had turned me into another person.
"I think one of the reasons I look like seven at five months is because of your aunt." I took the boul and she sits at the foot of the bed.
"It's just a small pleasure, it won't do anything to you, besides my little one appreciates it, right?" She put a hand on my belly.
"Well ..." my phone rings, interrupting. "Can you give it to me, Auntie?" She pointed to the bedside table. "Alex is so strange, we just spoke on Skype," I mumble in surprise.
"Layla," he murmurs anguished and my blood runs cold. "They're mom and dad."