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Yvonne's POV

I wanted to hate him, I really did, but that stupid, foolish heart of mine refused to do so. I was considering a heart transplant. Wouldn’t that erase him from my soul? I dragged my ass to the kitchen after spending my first thirty minutes of being awake on the bathroom floor once again. It was really getting old. I didn’t think it was fair that I could end my day hugging the toilet and start the day the same way.

“Listen, kid, you only get one time during the day. You don’t get to make me sick all day. It isn’t nice. You need food if you want to come out big, healthy, and strong. Well, scratch the big. You can get big once you’ve exited my body. Until then, play nice. Let Mommy eat and keep the food in her belly. Got it?” I scolded the tiny fetus tucked deep inside my body.

I was losing my mind. I had been spending so much time alone in my apartment, I had taken up talking to my unborn child. I scolded him or her, explained what was on television, and about my day in gen