| 126 | Her Baby Daddy

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“You didn't have to hide this from me,” he murmurs to my temple, resting his cheek against the side of my head.

I smile to myself while his hand strokes the slight curve of my belly. I'm kinda glad I don't look pregnant yet. I think I'm still in my first trimester, but part of me also wants this whole pregnancy thing to speed up. Another six or seven long months of pain, raging hormones, uncomfortable days and nights...

Ugh. Just thinking about it's already worsening my headache. “I needed to,” I sigh after glancing at his face.

“Because?”

“To clear my head. Think for myself.”

“Fine. I get it,” he sighs. “But leave a text at least. You know I can't sleep when you make me worry.”

I almost smile, although his words only make me feel guilty. I still regret the first time I tried the disappearing act to make him realize his shortcomings. It's toxic behavior. I know. I can be toxic and emotionally immature, too.

But it's like my only coping mechanism