Celia's POV
I tried to roll over in bed, but my stomach was so big that I couldn't. Blake had basically moved in with me and Mrs. P. She seemed more than OK with it. I was too. His and I relationship had gotten even stronger after my father died. I struggled for a while feeling like it was my fault and he never left my side for a few days. He helped me see that it was my crazy mother.
We also had several talks about how I was feeling like I wasn't good enough and that I was always failing someone. While I still feel like that, from time to time I don't let it control me and I've been talking to him about it. I think a lot of it has to do with feeling like everything is my fault and everyone hates me for me. I know they don't but it's hard not to think that way.
"How about some breakfast
