―We want to take it slow.
I left his office with a heavy heart. A playful smirk was plastered on his face. I was inches away from the door when he handed me the baby magazine. I didn't know what had gotten to me to accept it, so I left it to his secretary’s desk.
I was grateful that my morning sickness is gradually feeling light. It’s either I’m getting used to it, or my pregnancy is on its next level. I’m almost two months old now. The dread of it showing to the world is becoming worse. Especially that I’m becoming more anxious every day wondering if Mrs. Summers tried to reach out with my mom. I’m sure she’ll suggest I do an ultrasound because it’s on the pamphlet in the box.
I forgot to ask Mr. Racini when she was coming back. I just left out of anger, without making clear of ou
