8. MEMORIES

                                    

                                          
I FELT VERY LARGE, UGLY, AND UNWANTED. It was normal for me to feel these things. When you're pregnant, your hormones are all over the place which makes the people around you think that your feelings are on a rollercoaster on a movie where every scene is different plot.
                          
              I still wanted to go to classes but since the college decided that I was too close to my due date and was too pregnant to be attending even if it's just one class, they still sent me home and I was sad about that. There was voice in my mind saying that I was missing my class, and asking for notes was always a drag especially when I couldn't even ask Hayley, my used-to-be roommate but still friend and seatmate in classes, because she's doesn't want to take notes.
                          
              So, now, here I am at an empty apartment, spending the whole day reading books about IT instead of Motherhood books, and sulking.
                          
              It took hours for Michael to come home but when he finally did, he saw me in the couch, eating Cheese Puffs while reading. His thick brows furrowed at me in confusion. "Hey! You're early. Doesn't your class end at seven? It's just five in the afternoon."
                          
              Sighing, I watched as he took off his shoes and placed them beside the door, and then his socks. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a huge AC/DC printed at the center. Yes, the band name and their faces. He loved the band so much that there were more t-shirts of AC/DC in the closet than my dresses. 
                          
              But still, he looked handsome in my eyes, no matter how much of a goof he got. He had this textured haircut, his dyed black curly hair going absolutely in every direction possible which made him twice hotter, he also had big, doe-y hazel eyes—the green was more prominent than the brown one, and that slightly crooked smile that always made me a little bit lighter. 
                          
              "They forced me to go home," I placed the bowl of Cheese Puffs down at my side, unable to place it at the coffee table with my stomach being this big. "No matter how much I told them that I'm good, they still made me go home."
                          
              "Oh, no, baby," he sat down beside me but not before placing the bowl at the table himself. I mentally thanked him while I just pouted, and he gestured for me to come close to him.
                          
              I made small movements to push myself towards him, his arm around my shoulders as my head rested on him. "This sucks. I knew that sooner or later, I would have to leave a few weeks for this baby but I just wished that it wasn't today. Do you know that we're supposed to have a long test on two? And now I can't go because the second I stepped on inside my first class, they just said 'oh you should go back home, take the maternity leave the school is providing you' and even if I insisted that I'm fine, look where I am! I'm at home, eating junk food and reading materials for the test I was supposed to test.
                          
              "Not only that but I absolutely feel so awful," I continued, feeling his fingertips on my scalp, massaging it. "I'm so large and so tired now I was even having trouble getting making myself some Cocoa. This sucks, this really sucks!"
                          
              But when I looked up to him, he was smiling, biting his lip to stop his laughter. I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off of him, hitting his arm in the process. "Oh, I hate you. Jesus, Kel, be serious!"
                          
              He held his hand up in surrender. "Okay, I apologize. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I'm sorry, please come back."
                          
              So, I did, and his arms wrapped around me again, his other hand on my stomach, caressing it. "You know that I wish that you're not just feeling this alone. This pregnancy for you isn't the dream we both wanted it to be, especially since we're still so young but, here we are, in our own apartment, and you're carrying our child, a little boy."