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I woke up early the next morning feeling sick to my stomach. The more I think about the past month, the more I realize all the feeling like crap (tired, nauseous, etc.) was due to being pregnant, not necessarily due to Pete moving out. I'm sure him leaving had some effect, but it wasn't the main cause. I just can't believe I assumed my first missed period was stress rather than pregnancy. Good thing I'm not a heavy drinker and I don't smoke or do drugs. I want to make sure this baby is healthy.
I called my OB's office first thing when they opened and got an appointment scheduled for later this morning. I was lucky that someone had cancelled their appointment right before I called so that I could get in. I ate what I could of breakfast before getting dressed. I looked at my naked body in the mirror while I waited for the shower to warm up. My stomach would not be so small for much longer.
After my shower I checked my phone. I had a text from Pete. I didn't plan on responding, but I figured I could at least read it.
Pete: plane just landed, see you soon. i love you
That text was about 30 minutes ago. If I want to avoid him, I better hurry up and leave. I brushed through my long blonde hair quickly before throwing it up in a messy bun. I threw on a hoodie, skinny jeans and some boots and slapped on mascara. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I shut the door and locked it, rushing to the elevator. I hit the button and it opened a minute later. Damn my luck, because Pete was on the other side of the elevator doors.
"Of course," I muttered under my breath and climbed into the elevator, hitting the button for the lobby.
"Where are you going?" Pete asked me.
"The doctor." I refused to look at him, instead I stared at the floor numbers as they changed.
"Everything okay?" He sounded really concerned and I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Pete, the baby is fine. I am getting my official first appointment done today. You know, get the due date and shit." The elevators doors opened and I rushed out into the lobby with Pete following behind me closely. He was carrying a backpack, which I assume had his clothes and stuff in it.
"I want to come," he said and I stopped, looking him in the eyes for the first time today. I sighed.
"Okay," I replied. Even if Pete and I are having issues, this was his baby, too. I would never keep him from his child. That was one thing I would not let my emotions get in the way of. I've seen too many people use their child as a weapon against their ex and it hurts everyone involved.
"Thank you," he said and I nodded before continuing onto the street. Pete and I walked next to each other, but in silence towards the subway. I noticed a couple paparazzi following our movements.
"You still want to keep our separation a secret?" I asked him quietly. Pete looked at me with an expressionless face and then glanced up to see why I asked.
"Yes," he said once he noticed our stalkers. I smiled at him for show and took his hand. He laced his fingers with mine and smiled back at me. His smile was more genuine than mine. He kissed the back of my hand and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Even after all these years and when we are near the end, he still can make me feel this way. I almost hated him because of that right now.
We got to the subway and left our stalkers behind. I tried to pull my hand from his, but he yanked me to him and kissed me swiftly. I was honestly a little annoyed by his bold move. Kissing me wasn't going to fix anything.
"Doesn't fix anything," I whispered, making sure he understood that I may have kissed back, but we're still separated.
"I know, but it's a start," he said with a hopeful look in his eyes. I said nothing and pulled away, walking towards our train.
After getting checked in, the first thing that was scheduled was an ultrasound. I climbed up on the exam table and laid back, lifting my shirt for the technician. She squirted some warm lubricant on my belly and pressed the ultrasound wand to my stomach. After moving the device around for a moment she stopped over a little form that had a blinking spot.
"Is that the baby?" Pete asked softly, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it tenderly.
"Yes, and you see that blinking? That's the heart," the technician relayed to us with a smile. She took some measurements and readings on the ultrasound and printed out a few photos, handing them to us. After she helped me clean up, she led us into an exam room before leaving Pete and I alone.
Pete sat in the chair next to the exam table staring at the photos from the ultrasound. It was very obvious that he was feeling overwhelmed by emotions. He was silent for once, which was kind of shocking. Pete had wanted this for so long. He had broken up with Ashlee because she didn't want a family and then I made him wait almost 6 years before I accidently got pregnant.
After the appointment, Pete and I left the office and waited for a cab. I stood by the curb, looking for a cab to hail, almost ignoring Pete's presence. A cab pulled up and we climbed in. I rattled off the address to the apartment and sat back, looking at my phone.
"Can I stay at home?" Pete whispered in my ear.
"I guess," I said softly. We were trying to prevent the cab driver from hearing. We fought in a cab once and that driver sold the story of our entire fight to a tabloid. After a few mistakes like that, we learned to put on a public appearance of being happily married to avoid rumors and our private life getting too public.
We got home and Pete took his bag into the bedroom. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Crap! I forgot that it was empty. I sighed and shut the door to the fridge.
"What's going on?" Pete asked, hearing my sigh.
"There's nothing to eat." I commented.
"Let's order something," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissing my shoulder.
"I need groceries. I'm pregnant. I need food constantly." I commented as I stepped out of his embrace and into the living room. I heard Pete sigh.
"Let's go to the store," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the counter.
"I can go by myself." I wanted some space from him. Being in his close proximity was clouding my judgement. I was still deeply hurt, but his kisses and touch were so welcoming, which was causing conflicting emotions. I honestly wish he hadn't come to New York.
"Kiley, please," he pleaded and I could see the pain in his eyes. It made my heart ache and I gave in. I led the way out of the apartment, Pete following close behind me.
I woke up early the next morning feeling sick to my stomach. The more I think about the past month, the more I realize all the feeling like crap (tired, nauseous, etc.) was due to being pregnant, not necessarily due to Pete moving out. I'm sure him leaving had some effect, but it wasn't the main cause. I just can't believe I assumed my first missed period was stress rather than pregnancy. Good thing I'm not a heavy drinker and I don't smoke or do drugs. I want to make sure this baby is healthy.
I called my OB's office first thing when they opened and got an appointment scheduled for later this morning. I was lucky that someone had cancelled their appointment right before I called so that I could get in. I ate what I could of breakfast before getting dressed. I looked at my naked body in the mirror while I waited for the shower to warm up. My stomach would not be so small for much longer.
After my shower I checked my phone. I had a text from Pete. I didn't plan on responding, but I figured I could at least read it.
Pete: plane just landed, see you soon. i love you
That text was about 30 minutes ago. If I want to avoid him, I better hurry up and leave. I brushed through my long blonde hair quickly before throwing it up in a messy bun. I threw on a hoodie, skinny jeans and some boots and slapped on mascara. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I shut the door and locked it, rushing to the elevator. I hit the button and it opened a minute later. Damn my luck, because Pete was on the other side of the elevator doors.
"Of course," I muttered under my breath and climbed into the elevator, hitting the button for the lobby.
"Where are you going?" Pete asked me.
"The doctor." I refused to look at him, instead I stared at the floor numbers as they changed.
"Everything okay?" He sounded really concerned and I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Pete, the baby is fine. I am getting my official first appointment done today. You know, get the due date and shit." The elevators doors opened and I rushed out into the lobby with Pete following behind me closely. He was carrying a backpack, which I assume had his clothes and stuff in it.
"I want to come," he said and I stopped, looking him in the eyes for the first time today. I sighed.
"Okay," I replied. Even if Pete and I are having issues, this was his baby, too. I would never keep him from his child. That was one thing I would not let my emotions get in the way of. I've seen too many people use their child as a weapon against their ex and it hurts everyone involved.
"Thank you," he said and I nodded before continuing onto the street. Pete and I walked next to each other, but in silence towards the subway. I noticed a couple paparazzi following our movements.
"You still want to keep our separation a secret?" I asked him quietly. Pete looked at me with an expressionless face and then glanced up to see why I asked.
"Yes," he said once he noticed our stalkers. I smiled at him for show and took his hand. He laced his fingers with mine and smiled back at me. His smile was more genuine than mine. He kissed the back of my hand and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Even after all these years and when we are near the end, he still can make me feel this way. I almost hated him because of that right now.
We got to the subway and left our stalkers behind. I tried to pull my hand from his, but he yanked me to him and kissed me swiftly. I was honestly a little annoyed by his bold move. Kissing me wasn't going to fix anything.
"Doesn't fix anything," I whispered, making sure he understood that I may have kissed back, but we're still separated.
"I know, but it's a start," he said with a hopeful look in his eyes. I said nothing and pulled away, walking towards our train.
After getting checked in, the first thing that was scheduled was an ultrasound. I climbed up on the exam table and laid back, lifting my shirt for the technician. She squirted some warm lubricant on my belly and pressed the ultrasound wand to my stomach. After moving the device around for a moment she stopped over a little form that had a blinking spot.
"Is that the baby?" Pete asked softly, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it tenderly.
"Yes, and you see that blinking? That's the heart," the technician relayed to us with a smile. She took some measurements and readings on the ultrasound and printed out a few photos, handing them to us. After she helped me clean up, she led us into an exam room before leaving Pete and I alone.
Pete sat in the chair next to the exam table staring at the photos from the ultrasound. It was very obvious that he was feeling overwhelmed by emotions. He was silent for once, which was kind of shocking. Pete had wanted this for so long. He had broken up with Ashlee because she didn't want a family and then I made him wait almost 6 years before I accidently got pregnant.
After the appointment, Pete and I left the office and waited for a cab. I stood by the curb, looking for a cab to hail, almost ignoring Pete's presence. A cab pulled up and we climbed in. I rattled off the address to the apartment and sat back, looking at my phone.
"Can I stay at home?" Pete whispered in my ear.
"I guess," I said softly. We were trying to prevent the cab driver from hearing. We fought in a cab once and that driver sold the story of our entire fight to a tabloid. After a few mistakes like that, we learned to put on a public appearance of being happily married to avoid rumors and our private life getting too public.
We got home and Pete took his bag into the bedroom. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Crap! I forgot that it was empty. I sighed and shut the door to the fridge.
"What's going on?" Pete asked, hearing my sigh.
"There's nothing to eat." I commented.
"Let's order something," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissing my shoulder.
"I need groceries. I'm pregnant. I need food constantly." I commented as I stepped out of his embrace and into the living room. I heard Pete sigh.
"Let's go to the store," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the counter.
"I can go by myself." I wanted some space from him. Being in his close proximity was clouding my judgement. I was still deeply hurt, but his kisses and touch were so welcoming, which was causing conflicting emotions. I honestly wish he hadn't come to New York.
"Kiley, please," he pleaded and I could see the pain in his eyes. It made my heart ache and I gave in. I led the way out of the apartment, Pete following close behind me.
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