Day 20
Rebecca’s POV
"Hey mom." My tone comes off as slightly irritable while I pace up and down the aisles of Macy's trying to seek out a new plaid coat.
"Hello Becca. Are you okay?"
"I'm good mom," I answer shortly. "How are you?" How many times is she going to ask me this question? Twenty?
I'm really not okay. Nausea has fully taken over my life. Alex and I's bathroom reeks of ungodly bodily fluids and febreeze spray. That's why I was sprawled across Alex those few days ago like a trapped beached whale with no way of getting back to the sea all day that day. He just laughed at me, took care of me, and rubbed all the damp hair away from my forehead.
"I'm doing well for the umpteenth time today, mom." I attempt to have my tone come across as even as possible and less clipped.
Fail.
