Chapter 70 Four. Months. Later, I swole.
Being six months pregnant was hard. Being pregnant with twins was harder. And it being a high-risk pregnancy because.
apparently your uterus wasnât getting big enough and one of the babiesâ growth was restricted? The hardest.
Not to forget the number of hospital and medicine bills this was bringing.
I couldnât find a way around my old insurance, and since I wasnât on any insurance any more, I had to pay everything out of pocket. I always thought it was being pregnant that would be the hard part, but it was paying for the number of ultrasounds and blood tests and doctor checkups and injections that I required.
I did work for two months, and almost every last cent I earned from that and my savings was spent at the doctorâs clinic. The amount I somehow did end up saving was blown on buying two tickets back to my hometown, for me and Luna.
As nice as my new neighbours had been to me since my bump started showing, my first stance remained. This wasnât the kind of place I could bring two infants to. Besides, between one room being mine here and the other being Lunaâs, I didnât even have the place to set up the cots.
I hadnât even bought cots.
In the last week of my second trimester (after which I wouldnât be allowed to travel), we flew back. We landed in the city, and then travelled four hours to reach my hometown.
My grandfatherâs house, now mine according to his will but I was having a hard time coming to terms with that, was dusty. Being shut since the past six months had done that to it, and we spent the night cleaning up.
The rest of the week I spent changing the guest room into the babiesâ room. I was putting off going outside the house, and Luna was the one who bought me paints. I painted it a very pastel blue with white clouds and stars. I know I wanted a hanging moon light and two cots kept close to each other, but for getting that, I would have to move out of the house and I wasnât ready for that.
I didnât want to meet people.
That night, after dinner, there was a knock on the door.
I exchanged a look with Luna.
Nobody knew I was here.
âStay here,â Luna said, grabbing a knife and went to answer the door herself. I could have been careless coming back here after being kidnapped here, but if the personâs problem really was me being Gabrielâs wife. I wasnât his wife anymore. I don think he would come after me now that the divorce articles had already hit all news channels months ago. But I had to still be careful, pregnant and all, which was partly the reason I hadnât stepped out of the house much.
Luna answered. âYes?â
âUm. Who are you?â A voice outside asked.
âYou have come to my house. I should be the one asking you.â
ta âYour house? Did.. Did Sophia sell the house to you?â The voice became increasingly familiar even though I was at a distance.
My eyebrows knit and I got up from the couch with a lot of difficulty. Being six months pregnant does that to you.
âSophia? You know her?â Luna asked.
âYeah. I am was one of her best friends. My nameâs Sam. Look, if you have her number or something, or anywhere I can 1/3 reach her? Thatâll be great-
A pang of guilt filled me, and Luna looked at me hesitantly. I nodded.
Luna got aside, giving him way. âHere? Sheâs here?â Samâs voice was reluctant, but his steps were quick.
He froze when he came in, looking at me walking towards him.
âSoph.â His eyes flickered from me to my belly, and then back to me. âYouâre....â
âPregnant?â I offered.
âHere. His muscles relaxed, âYouâre here.â He walked ahead, wrapping his arms around me, and I hugged him back.
âWhere were you?â He asked, âI called you everywhere. I went to the city, to your house. L... I lodged a complaint with the police, Soph. F*ck.â
My face fell, the guilt returning. Im sorry. L. I just... Grandpa, and then the divorce and then this...â
âItâs okay. He offers me a little smile, âIâm so glad youâre here. And youâre okay. Welcome home?â
Thanks. I smile back. âDinner?â
âNo. No. He chuckled, Tâve had a really hectic day at work. I just saw the lights were on a couple days ago and couldnât stop myself from checking if it was you.â
Ismile.
He continues, Iâll come back, yes? Tomorrow? You can fill me in about everythingâ
âSamâ I asked, hesitant, stopping him before he could leave. âYou said you went to the city. To my house.â
He nods:
âDid you... Did you meet Gabriel by any chance?â
âYes. His lips thinned. âHe wasnât alone.â
Itâs weird how my heart sank every time, breaking all over again.
âHe never deserved you, Soph, Sam added. I try nodding or giving him a smile, but nothing comes. âWhatâre your p tomorrow?
âOh, I have to go to pick out a cot.â
âAt mom and me?â He asked.
âYeah. The one and only.â
âCan I come along?â
My eyes narrow. âArenât you working tomorrow?â
âItâs Saturday, Soph âOh All the days felt the same these days, and specially since I had been busy painting their nursery. âSure,â I smile. âOnly if you want to,â
âI want to,â he smiles back. âIâll pick you up at noon?â
Chapter 70 1mod âByeâ He waves and I wave back. Luna shuts the door behind him, frowning.
What is it?â I ask her, making my way back to the couch.
âI donât like him,â she says.
I chuckle. âGabriel didnât either She raises her shoulder in a shrug.
Tve just missed having friends, I tell her. She says something on the line of her understanding before disappearing into the kitchen. I open my phone to Aliceâs number, and the urge to dial it overcomes me. But I canât.
She shifted to the city, and I hurt her by disappearing. I had promised to never do that again, and yet I did. I had to explain to her how my mental health deteriorated, and how I spent the past few months bringing back my will to live and look ahead to a future, and I didnât have the energy for maintaining friendships because everything I did have went in earning and surging. I knew explanations were due and I will make them the day they donât feel like excuses to myself.
I shut my phone, retreating to my room when I felt like peeing for the sixth time in this same hour.
When Iâm alone and what Sam told me- about Gabriel not being alone- settles in, I throw up all the food I had for dinner, and let sleep be the small bandage over the hollowness in me.