Chapter Five
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As the days go by I find myself excited yet afraid of everything that is soon to follow.
Affraid of the high and lows; the morning sickness, the cravings, the exhaustion and worst of all; being alone.
I laugh tearing up while staring at my reflection.
I can't wait for the baby bump.
I have always dreamed of this moment and have ever since thought of a million names I'd give to my baby. Everytime I was so sure by every other day I had another name lined up and now, I can't wait to give my baby her name.
Her. I hope it's a girl.
In my head, I can already see her in my as; small and fragile, smiling with her eyes closed, with a head of soft brown curls like her mother.
Using my hands to outline my flat stomach, I imagine what it would be like and smile. Then I push my stomach out and pray that the bump doesn't grow skew or cone shaped.
I'm just not ready for that.
My pulse quickens when I suddenly hear jiggling at the door. I wrap my robe around my body and run to the living room.
Who could that be? Did I give anyone my spare key?
Oh s**t. My eyes widen with panic when I remember that I've been living alone for over a year.
I'm quick to find the bat dad gave me when we moved to the city. I tighten my hold on me and standby to swing.
Please God, I start my little prayer, not today.
My body freezes when the key finally clicks in place and I start screaming, ready to swing the bat as the door opens.
Surprisingly, the intruder let's out a high pitch scream when I scream.
I open my eyes and anger burns inside my chest.
"What the hell Madilyn?!" I yell, dropping my arm exasperated.
"Me?" She says and softly stabs the keys against her bosom. "You're the one with a freaking bat!"
I look at my sister and nearly facepalm myself, wondering how I got so lucky with her. How does she still have that key anyway?
I sigh, "I thought I was getting robbed!" I point out.
"Argh, whatever," She dismisses. "You can calm down now mama bear."
My heart hammers against my chest when she says that, my mind racing with guilt.
I watch her trudge into my apartment with two designer suitcases in tow. She looks bright with high waist pink pant suit shorts matched with a white silk top and simple heels. Light make up marred her face as she let her brown curls loose.
I close the door and follow her, crossing my arms.
She huffs when she perches down on the sofa with her head on the backrest.
"What are you doing here Maddie?" I ask her.
"I live here, Kira." She deadpans while surveying the place, then she flinches. "We leased this place with together, remember?"
Oh for f***s sake. How could I forget? And she couldn't have had impeccable timing.
She stands from the sofa and walks around, grimacing whenever she runs her finger over surfaces that I haven't bothered to clean.
What a way to make me feel like a snob.
Frowning, I ask, "But what are you doing here, after all this time?"
"Well, with the wedding and everything," she starts leaning against the kitchen island, her eyes downcast and wide. She sighs and smiles, "I'm moving in."
Oh hell no.
"No!"
"No?" She repeats, "What do you mean no?"
"You can't just wake up and move back in." I argue, feeling my heart race. She just can't up and move back in. Not now. "I don't want you here!"
God, please no. Please let me wake up from this.
She frowns and narrows her brown eyes at me. "Well that's not your call to make, miss thang!"
"Madi-"
"No!" She cuts me off with a pointed finger. "I'm moving in and that's it."
With that she stomps her feet, grabs her suitcase and marches up to her supposed room.
Kill me now. I'm left heaving and speechless when she slams the door.
A thousand things run through my mind yet I can't seem to grasp one and hold on to it.
I take in what just happened then move to get something out of the fridge to eat and binge The Society in the dark.
After my sister's ungracious move, we barely stand to talk, just pleasantries here and there then everyone goes their way.
Before I know it our days of silence turn into two weeks.
Two weeks of Maddie's friends coming and going as they please.
Two weeks of random furniture arrangements around the place.
Two weeks of finding spoons and forks mixed up, and cups and plates packed in different cupboards.
Two weeks of hiding my morning sickness and excessive eating. It made me insecure and frustrated.
I kept in mind that at least I'm not alone anymore, even though, I dread having to tell her.
I mean what will I tell her exactly?
Everything.
Fuck my life.
I'm in the kitchen, one Saturday morning, stuffing my face with my mom's avocado-egg sandwich. It tastes nothing like the one's she makes.
But I can't waste food so I grimace and gag whenever I take a bite and swallow.
Maybe I shouldn't have used whole wheat bread.
Maddie suddenly emerges and takes her bottle from the fridge. I watch her as she walks backs to her room but she stops dead in her track.
"You know," she starts with her back turned to me. "I moved back here with hope that my big sister would love to be my maid of honour."
My eyes widen just as my breath hitches in my throat. What?
She turns around, her clean face void of emotion. "But looks like I was wrong."
She then walks back to the counter, opting to sit with me.
"I'm so sorry Maddie." I say. I feel my nose sting as tears burn my eyes.
"Ever since my birthday you've been acting weirder than usual. Did something happen?" She holds my hand on the counter, staring deep into my eyes. "You can talk to me Kira. About anything."
I gulp, looking away like her gaze just saw right through me and scorched me.
Then the tears, I'm trying so hard to hold back, come rolling down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry." I apologize and she immediately pulls me into her arms.
"It's okay, Kira." She says.
"No, no it's not. I've been a b***h to you and. . ."
"And what?" She pulls away, her eyebrows scrunched up with confusion and curiosity.
I sit up and sniff, swiping at my nose.
My heart clenches, screaming at me as I open my mouth to speak, but nothing seems to come out except one word.
"I. . ."
It's now or never.
Then suddenly, a phone rings. My phone. I silently thank God and whoever's calling for the interuption -for saving me from another mistake.
I'm not ready. She can't know.
It stops and starts ringing again.
Maddie let's go of my shoulders and shifts in her seat, giving me way to pass.
I glance at her, debate rising within me to tell her everything, but I decide against it and answer my phone instead.
I freeze and nearly drop the phone when I see the caller ID.
Reilly.
I look at Maddie and change position, hiding my phone.
"Hello?" I whisper, glancing back at my sister.
"My family wants to meet you. I'll be there in five minutes."
Oh s**t.
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I'm no good at algebra, but I know that one plus one is two.
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