Elisha
“El…are you okay?” Sophie knocked on the bathroom door.
“Yes…yes…” I answered her while looking at my undies with a patch of faint blood stains. “Hold on,”
“Okay. We will go downstairs soon,” Sophie replied.
I heaved a deep breath before removing my stained underwear and dropping it in the laundry basket. I wiped myself before leaving the toilet and picked new undies from my drawer.
“Oh. You just took a shower. Why change your undies again?” Sophie asked.
“Oh, it's too tight for me,” I lied before putting it on.
“Okay. We need to shop for maternity clothes soon,” Sophie suggested, “You need granny panties,” she poked my side, chuckling.
“Stop! But yeah! I badly needed it,” I agreed with her, fixing my dress.
“Let’s go. I miss Gideon!”
“Me too!”
My whole weekend
