Malcom

ANDY’S POV

The constant beeping of my alarm clock wakes me and I let out a groan. I go to roll out of the bed, but I quickly stop myself jumping wide awake.

You’re pregnant Andy. Your days of rolling of the bed are over. I remind myself and running a hand through my hair.

My hand gets struck and I knew I had to do something about the bird nest that is my hair.

My off day was on Sunday, so that was the only day I knew I would be able to make my hair, but right now I had to get ready for four hour ride to work and I was dreading it.

I wasn’t used to it yet since this was my third day. I don’t even think I would be getting used to it anytime soon.

I easily get tired, I easily get hungry and almost every emotion I feel is to the extreme. If I am happy, it’s too much, which is a far stretch because I don’t think I have been happy these past few weeks.

If I am sad, even worse, I cry on impulse. I could just think about crying and the fountain is on.

It’s just too much for me to handle.

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