Alanna
One Month and One Week Ago.
“B, we’ve talked about this,” I tell her with a smile that I was trying to fight back.
“It’s hard to wait,” she replied with an unapologetic shrug.
“I wanted to wait until I knew what I was having,” I tell her with a stern voice even I could tell was fake.
“Yeah and that’s a few weeks away,” she tells me with another shrug.
“It’s not that far away,” I tell her with a smile.
Bianca has really taken this auntie roll to heart.
“Its only five more weeks,” I tell her.
“It’s five weeks too long,” she replied.
I needed to tell her to stop, that this was insanity. I wasn’t even showing yet.
“My pants are barely getting tight,” I tell her.
She smiled and shook the last bag.
“Tell me you didn’t,” I replied.
I knew what was in that bag, and I wasn’t ready for it.
“I can’t because I did,” she says with an unapologetic smile.
“B, I don’t need that yet,” I tell her in frustration.
I loved her, but this was getting too out of hand, and I needed to put my foot down. Buying maternity clothes was taking it one step too far.
“I’m not even in my own house,” I tell her.
“Yes, you are,” she pointed out.
“Yes, but not really. This is like a hideaway,” I replied.
This was my dad’s fishing cabin, someplace I haven’t been to since before he passed. It’s a place that I know for sure Reyes doesn’t know about.
“When are you going to tell him, Alanna?” Bianca asked in a hesitant voice.
“Not yet,” I tell her, biting my lip.
“Honey, I love you, but you need to tell him. The sooner, the better,” she says with a slight firm tone.
“I’ll tell him,” I say.
“It’s like ripping off a Band-Aid. It’s better to get it over with,” she tells me.
I will tell him, I just wasn’t sure when. Maybe after the baby was born.
“He’s going to be pissed,” she says with a light laugh that I know she wasn’t really feeling.
“I can’t face him right now, B,” I tell her quietly.
“How bad is it?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I haven’t been to the clubhouse since the night you left,” she replied with a shrug.
I was thankful, but only slightly. I wanted to know, but then again, I didn’t want to know.
Climbing to my feet, I stretched and pushed one of the many bags away from me.
“I’m going stir crazy,” I tell her.
“I bet. You’ve been here for almost two months,” Bianca said easily.
Has it really been that long? The pain still felt so fresh. It still hurt to breath, to close my eyes, and remember.
“Come on, I brought dinner,” Bianca informed me with a smile.
Just then, my stomach made its appearance with a loud, obnoxious growl.
“Come on, let’s get some pizza into you,” Bianca said with a laugh.
I couldn’t fight the smile as it spread over my face.
“Does it have black olives, bacon, green peppers, and onions?” I asked her while I licked my lips.
“Of course,” she replied with a hand wave.
Without another word, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the plates. I needed some of that melted, stringy, cheesy goodness.