I spent the day at Felix's apartment, trying to savor every moment before he left for Australia tomorrow. It was bittersweet, knowing that we only had a few hours left together before he embarked on his new journey.
As I looked around the apartment, memories flooded back of all the times we had spent together here. The cozy living room where we had watched countless movies and TV shows, the kitchen where we had cooked meals together, and the bedroom where we had shared so many intimate moments.
Felix was busy packing his bags, but I couldn't help but watch him from the couch. I tried to memorize every detail of his face and the way he moved, knowing that it would be a while before I saw him again.
He caught me looking at him and smiled. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, walking over to sit next to me.
"Just trying to remember everything," I said, resting my head on his shoulder."I know," he said, wrapping his arm around me. "It's hard to beli
MAX'S POINT OF VIEWAs Iris's best friend, I couldn't help but notice the signs of pregnancy. I noticed that Iris had been feeling tired and more emotional than usual, and had also been experiencing some nausea. While I didn't want to jump to conclusions, I couldn't help but wonder if Iris might be pregnant.As we sat together in a café, I kept stealing glances at Iris, trying to gauge her reaction to the conversation we were having. When Iris mentioned feeling nauseous, I finally spoke up."Iris, have you considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?" I asked cautiously.Iris's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No, I can't be pregnant yet. Felix and I have just started long distance.""I know, but the signs are there," I said, pointing to Iris's tiredness and mood swings. "Maybe you should take a pregnancy test, just to be sure."Iris hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Okay, you're right. I'll take a test just to rule i
I couldn't believe it. I was pregnant. The news was still sinking in as I sat on my bed, staring at the positive pregnancy test. I had so many mixed emotions - fear, excitement, guilt, and happiness.On one hand, I was excited about the prospect of becoming a mother and starting a family with Felix. But on the other hand, I was scared of what this would mean for our future. Felix was studying to become a doctor, and I didn't want to be the reason why he couldn't achieve his dreams.I also felt guilty for not being more careful, and for not taking the necessary precautions to prevent this from happening. I knew that my parents would be disappointed in me for getting pregnant at such a young age.But despite all of these concerns, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness knowing that a new life was growing inside of me. It was a miracle and a blessing, and I knew that no matter what, I would do everything in my power to give this child the best life possible.
I can't help but feel a little paranoid every time Red looks at me. Does he know that I'm pregnant? I haven't even told Isla yet, let alone him. But maybe he's just being his usual observant self and noticing that something's off with me.I've been feeling nauseous a lot lately and my appetite has been unpredictable. Sometimes I can barely eat anything, while other times I feel like I could eat an entire buffet. And my energy levels have been all over the place too. I feel tired all the time, but sometimes I get random bursts of energy that leave me feeling wired.I hope that Red doesn't suspect anything. I'm not ready to share the news with anyone yet, especially not someone like him who might be quick to judge or gossip. I'll just have to be more careful around him and try to hide my symptoms as best as I can."Where's Max?" Red asks me as he sits in front of me while we were at the cafeteria."I don't know, why?" I ask, and he seems so eager to see her
I couldn't take it anymore. The constant worry and stress of hiding the truth from Felix were eating away at me. I knew I had to tell him the truth about our child, but the thought of him leaving Australia and potentially ruining his career was too much for me to bear.But the guilt of keeping such a huge secret from him was becoming too much. I couldn't look him in the eye without feeling like I was betraying him. And the thought of raising our child without him was starting to feel unbearable.I take a deep breath and dial Felix's number. My heart is pounding in my chest as I wait for him to answer. When he finally picks up, his voice sounds tired and distant."Hey," he says."Hey, Felix. How are you doing?" I ask, trying to sound casual."I'm okay. Just busy with school and a lot of stuff too, as usual," he replies.We talk for a few minutes, but the conversation feels strained. It's like there's something unspoken between us, something that'
I wake up early, feeling exhausted from a restless night's sleep. I've been struggling to balance school, pregnancy, and my personal life, and it's starting to take a toll on me. I rub my growing belly, which is not yet visible, and take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.The school has been a challenge lately. Between morning sickness, doctor's appointments, and just feeling overall fatigued, it's hard for me to keep up with my studies. I had to miss several classes, and I'm worried about falling behind. But I know I can't give up on my education. I want to provide a better life for my child, and that means getting a good job.My personal life isn't any easier. I've been avoiding my mother's calls because I still can't bring myself to tell her that I'm pregnant. I know it's going to be a difficult conversation, and I've been putting it off. But I also know I can't keep it a secret forever.As I get ready for school, I try to focus on the positive. I t
I felt a sense of shame and embarrassment as I walked through the hallways. I could feel the stares and judgmental glances from my block mates, who whispered and pointed at my growing belly. It seemed like everyone knew about my pregnancy, and I could hear the whispers and gossip behind my back.I tried to ignore the negativity and focus on my studies, but it was difficult when I felt like I was constantly being judged. I longed for the day when I could hold my baby in my arms and prove to everyone that she was capable of being a good mother."Just let them be," Max glared at some students who were staring at me as if this is the first time they saw a pregnant womenI tried to ignore their gazes and whispers as I made my way to my next class. It was getting harder and harder to deal with the constant judgment and discrimination from my peers.Even strangers on the street would give me disapproving looks or make snide comments as I passed by. I felt like I
I sat down next to Isla's hospital bed, taking her hand. "Isla, there's something I need to tell you," she said softly.Isla looked at me, concern etched on her face. "What is it, Iris? Are you okay?""I'm pregnant," I said quietly, watching as Isla's eyes widened in surprise."Oh my god, Iris! That's amazing! Congratulations!" Isla exclaimed, smiling widely.I felt a wave of relief wash over me at Isla's reaction. "Thank you," she said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I was so scared to tell you. I thought you'd be disappointed in me.""Why on earth would I be disappointed?" Isla asked, her expression softening. "You're going to be a wonderful mom, Iris. And you have Felix, too. He's going to be a great dad."I looked down at my belly, feeling a sudden surge of love for the tiny life growing inside of me. "I hope so," I said softly. "I just...I don't know what to expect. And there's so much going on. School, my personal life, and
I adjust to life as a new mother, but find myself struggling to cope with the challenges that come with caring for a newborn. I am sleep-deprived, overwhelmed, and feel like I'm constantly failing.I had always imagined myself breastfeeding my baby. I knew that it was the healthiest option for my newborn and the bond it would create between us was something I wanted to experience. However, I found it more difficult than I expected.Despite my efforts, I found that my baby wasn't latching on properly and I was struggling to produce enough milk. I felt frustrated and overwhelmed, and my confidence as a new mother was starting to wane. I knew that I needed help and decided to seek the guidance of a lactation consultant.The lactation consultant, a friendly and experienced woman, welcomed me into her office and listened patiently as I shared my concerns. I felt relieved to finally have someone to talk to who understood what I was going through. The consultant examined