I puke out my guts in the toilet, and I can tell that Oliver is worried about me as he has been coming from time to time to check up on me.This is the fourth time today that I've thrown up. It all started a few days ago, when we first got to the human lands. I initially thought that it was just my body that had problems adapting to the new environment. But now I'm not so sure. I'm sick. Dreadfully, terribly sick.I flush down the toilet and carry my body up. I rinse my mouth using the sink's tap water before turning to the mirror to face my reflection. I look so different.Oliver and I went shopping the other day and bought new clothes. I've been eating more regularly now, unlike before in the pack when Luna Lauren used to starve me.Dare I say I'm looking healthier now? But that can't be possible; I'm sick. Sick people don't look plump and lively. I'll have to go to the hospital tomorrow.I come out of the bathroom and walk over to the living room of the apartment that Oliver got
The paper in my hand starts to shake because of how unstable my hands have suddenly become."Doctor, please, this can't be right," I say, trying to make sense of the situation."Ms. Amory, it is. We ran the tests. You are pregnant." She emphasizes each word, and I start to shake my head as my vision clouds with tears."It can't be. I can't be pregnant. It's just food poisoning. It's supposed to be just food poisoning. I can't have a baby." I start to talk like a crazy person, and the doctor gives me a scrutinizing gaze."Do you know who the father of the baby is?" She asks in hushed whispers, and I manage to nod without crying yet."I suggest you tell him already. You are already four weeks along." She folds her arms, and I choke back a sob."I can't. I can't tell him." I stutter as I slam the results against her desk."Ms. Amory, this is a very delicate situation. The father of the child is supposed to know he is expecting a child. Withholding such information could be interpreted as
I've made a decision.The day after tomorrow, I'll go back to the hospital and put up the baby for adoption. Everything will be better that way.Oliver releases me from the hug with a huge smile on his face."I've never been so happy to hear that someone has food poisoning before," he jokes, and we burst into a fit of laughter. A genuine one, even though it's based on lies.I like Oliver; he's so lighthearted. Everything is so much easier with him."I'll go get myself some mac and cheese," he says, standing up from the bed, and I push deeper into the bed to lie down vertically."I'll catch some zees." I joke, and he pouts."It isn't even seven p.m. yet, and you want to sleep? When did you become so old?" He teases me, and I laugh."I don't know; I'm just tired. Tomorrow's another day." I say, and he nods. He starts to walk out of the room but stops when he gets to the door and turns back to face me."What?" I ask in a concerned tone."I just remembered something. My boss is making us
Everything stops in that second.The air stills, our breaths hook, and both of our brains shut down.I wait for Oliver to say something, but I can tell he's waiting for me to say something first. We stand there in awkward silence before he decides to break the ice."Why didn't you tell me?" He asks in a tone full of hurt, and my heart breaks.His eyes turn glassy as he struggles with himself and manages to stumble on an invisible step. I don't know how to make this right. I don't know if there's such a thing as making it right in a situation like this."It's not what it looks like." My voice breaks as I speak. He started to shake his head at the end of my statement."Are you saying you're not pregnant then?" He asks before I can say anything else."No, that's not what I'm saying." Tears start to cloud my vision."And Harry's the father, right?" He spits out, and I can only clutch my chest and turn away from his heavy, disappointed gaze."Oliver..." I trail off after calling his name b
Being pregnant isn't easy. I'm in the last month of my first trimester now, and things are so weird. I still have six more months to go, and I'm already all lazy and always tired.Thankfully, Oliver is home frequently these days. Some days, I go without lifting a finger. Not literally, but one day.I started taking online medical courses. I don't think I'm ready to go to physical school yet. I'm still haunted by my days at the pack school.Whenever Harry wasn't around then, I used to mop the floors. Literally. Everyone always thought I was beneath them and made it their duty to remind me of that every day.Some would set their legs for me to fall across the hallway, while some would stick gum in my hair when I wasn't aware. The worst were the writings on my lockers.I think back to those harsh words every day. Some days, I say them as a chant in my head, forcing me to push through the day since they were the worst.Anyway, enough about the bad past. Today, Oliver and I are going to ge
SIX YEARS LATERI hear my alarm ringing in my sleep. I open my eyes groggily and tap on snooze. I sigh heavily as I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth.After that, I find myself in the kitchen making pancakes. Once I'm done with that, I go to the kids room. Thankfully, they all like staying in the same room together, so I don't have to go to each one of their rooms, forcing them to wake up.There are other rooms in the house still, but it's their choice. After a few years of staying with Oliver, I decided that it was best to unburden him. I got a house all to myself and my kids.Though Oliver sleeps over here time to time, I just like having a place all in my name. There's something fulfilling about it.Once I get to the room, I hear low whispers and giggles. What are these children up to now?I open the door and see the three of them sitting in a circle on the ground with something in the center. Immediately they hear me coming in, Dylan—the smartest six-year-old to exist—
I'm all dressed up.I'm wearing a red evening gown that has a small slit at the front and off-shoulder sleeves that lengthen only halfway down my forearm. I paired the look with light makeup and flaming red lipstick. My hair is worn down and silky-wavy. My heels aren't so high that I'll have trouble walking in them, but they're high enough to add height to my short figure.The babysitter I hired is already here at the house. I walk over to the living room, and the click of my heels alerts all of them.My kids jaws are on the floor, just like the babysitter's. "Is it nice?" I ask them nervously, rubbing my palms against my thighs."Ms. Amory, you look amazing!" The teenage girl exclaims in awe, and I blush."Mom, you're hot." Daniel comments, and it's my turn for my jaw to drop.Lilah shoves him. "She's our mom; you can't just tell her she looks hot." I snort. "Yeah, you have to add smoking. She looks smoking hot." Dylan says it casually to his brother, and my jaws are on the floor
This is everything I could possibly wish for.It doesn't get better than this. I'm engaged to the love of my life, I have the best kids in the world, and I also have the best job in the world. Nothing can ruin this for me.Currently, I'm at the engagement party that Oliver thought to host for us, courtesy of my kids, who begged and begged him. But it's fine.It's only a few of our friends that are here, along with a couple of my coworkers.Everyone here is so nice. Everything is just absolutely perfect beyond compare.Oliver asks me to dance with him in front of everyone, and I accept. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran is playing as Oliver holds my hand and leads me to the dance floor.Everyone makes way for us, and my kids are hooting and cheering in favor of Oliver and me. Those little children are too smart for their age. I wonder whose fault it is.Oliver places one of his hands on my waist and the other on my palm. I place one of my hands on his shoulder, and we start to sway accor