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I peeked through my blinds to see what I would be dealing with today. Only a few of them out there so far. It had been a couple weeks since the paparazzi had started following me. I was nearly 16 weeks pregnant now and beginning to show. I knew I'd need maternity clothes soon, but I'd tried to avoid leaving the house because of the disaster it always became. There was only one reason why I truly wanted to leave the house today: to see Pete.
He was coming back in town this morning and planned to take me shopping. He wanted to buy stuff for the baby's room and get me some things that I needed. He'd been doing so much for me lately that I felt guilty. I mean, I was carrying his child, but he was engaged to another woman, who also was carrying his child. This whole situation is just so messed up.
After showering a getting dressed in some jeans and a loose fitting top (which wasn't loose in my belly anymore), I left the house, pulling on some sunglasses and a beanie. The camera clicks were always so much louder than I'd expected.
"Do you know what you're having?"
"Are you eating enough?"
"How does it feel to ruin two relationships?"
That last one stung. Not only has my pregnancy come between Pete and Meagan, but it came between Pete and Patrick. I never wanted that to happen. They were best of friends, the key word being "were". Patrick was still so mad at Pete.
I climbed into my car and drove off, tears streaming down my face. Being verbally abused by the paparazzi was really hard to deal with on top of pregnancy hormones.
When I pulled into the parking lot behind the baby boutique, Pete was already waiting there for me in his SUV. He climbed out the second he spotted my car.
"Hey," he said with a smile, which faded when he noticed my red, puffy eyes. "What's wrong?" He cupped my cheek gently.
"Just hormones," I lied. He gave me that look he gives when he knows I'm lying. "Okay, it was the damn assholes outside my place."
"What did they say?"
"Just that I'm good at destroying relationships."
"Fucking pricks," Pete cursed under his breath and kissed my forehead before hugging me tightly. "You know that's not true, Mandy. God... all of this is my fault."
"No, it's my fault, too." I sniffled and pulled away, wiping my eyes. Pete started to lean in to kiss me, but stopped.
"Sorry," he whispered. I nodded and sighed in response. Pete glanced down at my belly and smiled before gently placing his hand there. "I can't wait to feel the baby kick."
"Me either," I replied, placing my hand on top of his. Pete picked up my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss there. We exchanged silent 'I love yous' before heading into the store.
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I finally made my way back home. Meagan didn't know I had gotten into town early. She would never stop giving me hell if she knew I took Mandy shopping for baby stuff. I couldn't even talk about my other child without her losing her shit. I understand that I hurt her and how messed up it is, but she has been directing her anger at the baby, too.
I unlocked the front door and walked into my place. I hadn't seen Meagan in about 3 weeks, so I was curious to see how big her belly had gotten. She wasn't even showing when I left. Mandy was showing now, which means Meagan definitely should be. When I walked into the living room, Meagan wasn't there, but I heard mumbling coming from the bedroom. As I got closer, I heard her conversation.
"I don't know what to do!" Meagan complained. "I honestly thought that I'd happen by now, but I just got my fucking period again!" Um... what? Meagan was quiet for a moment. "He's going to want to know what we're having and I certainly can't just take him to the doctor, because there's nothing to see... I understand it was a dumb decision to make, but I needed to do something before he left me for that whore."
Meagan wasn't pregnant... she lied to me? I could feel my blood beginning to boil. 3 months of hell when she wasn't even carrying my child, even more if I count all the time I could have been with Mandy. I slammed the bedroom door open and Meagan's eyes shot up to mine, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Pete..."
"Hang up the phone." I said under my breath, so angry that I could literally explode.
"Jes, I gotta go," she said and hung up, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You fucking LIED!" I yelled. She winced for a second before regaining her composure.
"I did it to save our relationship! I could tell that you were lusting after that slut!" She yelled back.
"She's not a slut, Meagan! She's the fucking love of my life, who finally came back after 8 years abroad!"
"I know the fucking story, Pete! Spare me the sappy details. You cheated on me!"
"I was coming home to leave you the morning you claimed you were pregnant." I was so angry! I couldn't be around her anymore. "I'm going to leave, but when I get back, you better be fucking gone." I turned and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door hard. I needed to go somewhere to cool off, somewhere I could gather my thoughts and process what just happened. Not only did I find out I'd been lied to for nearly 5 months, but I felt the loss of a child that never existed. Only one thought comforted me, and that was Mandy.
I peeked through my blinds to see what I would be dealing with today. Only a few of them out there so far. It had been a couple weeks since the paparazzi had started following me. I was nearly 16 weeks pregnant now and beginning to show. I knew I'd need maternity clothes soon, but I'd tried to avoid leaving the house because of the disaster it always became. There was only one reason why I truly wanted to leave the house today: to see Pete.
He was coming back in town this morning and planned to take me shopping. He wanted to buy stuff for the baby's room and get me some things that I needed. He'd been doing so much for me lately that I felt guilty. I mean, I was carrying his child, but he was engaged to another woman, who also was carrying his child. This whole situation is just so messed up.
After showering a getting dressed in some jeans and a loose fitting top (which wasn't loose in my belly anymore), I left the house, pulling on some sunglasses and a beanie. The camera clicks were always so much louder than I'd expected.
"Do you know what you're having?"
"Are you eating enough?"
"How does it feel to ruin two relationships?"
That last one stung. Not only has my pregnancy come between Pete and Meagan, but it came between Pete and Patrick. I never wanted that to happen. They were best of friends, the key word being "were". Patrick was still so mad at Pete.
I climbed into my car and drove off, tears streaming down my face. Being verbally abused by the paparazzi was really hard to deal with on top of pregnancy hormones.
When I pulled into the parking lot behind the baby boutique, Pete was already waiting there for me in his SUV. He climbed out the second he spotted my car.
"Hey," he said with a smile, which faded when he noticed my red, puffy eyes. "What's wrong?" He cupped my cheek gently.
"Just hormones," I lied. He gave me that look he gives when he knows I'm lying. "Okay, it was the damn assholes outside my place."
"What did they say?"
"Just that I'm good at destroying relationships."
"Fucking pricks," Pete cursed under his breath and kissed my forehead before hugging me tightly. "You know that's not true, Mandy. God... all of this is my fault."
"No, it's my fault, too." I sniffled and pulled away, wiping my eyes. Pete started to lean in to kiss me, but stopped.
"Sorry," he whispered. I nodded and sighed in response. Pete glanced down at my belly and smiled before gently placing his hand there. "I can't wait to feel the baby kick."
"Me either," I replied, placing my hand on top of his. Pete picked up my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss there. We exchanged silent 'I love yous' before heading into the store.
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I finally made my way back home. Meagan didn't know I had gotten into town early. She would never stop giving me hell if she knew I took Mandy shopping for baby stuff. I couldn't even talk about my other child without her losing her shit. I understand that I hurt her and how messed up it is, but she has been directing her anger at the baby, too.
I unlocked the front door and walked into my place. I hadn't seen Meagan in about 3 weeks, so I was curious to see how big her belly had gotten. She wasn't even showing when I left. Mandy was showing now, which means Meagan definitely should be. When I walked into the living room, Meagan wasn't there, but I heard mumbling coming from the bedroom. As I got closer, I heard her conversation.
"I don't know what to do!" Meagan complained. "I honestly thought that I'd happen by now, but I just got my fucking period again!" Um... what? Meagan was quiet for a moment. "He's going to want to know what we're having and I certainly can't just take him to the doctor, because there's nothing to see... I understand it was a dumb decision to make, but I needed to do something before he left me for that whore."
Meagan wasn't pregnant... she lied to me? I could feel my blood beginning to boil. 3 months of hell when she wasn't even carrying my child, even more if I count all the time I could have been with Mandy. I slammed the bedroom door open and Meagan's eyes shot up to mine, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Pete..."
"Hang up the phone." I said under my breath, so angry that I could literally explode.
"Jes, I gotta go," she said and hung up, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You fucking LIED!" I yelled. She winced for a second before regaining her composure.
"I did it to save our relationship! I could tell that you were lusting after that slut!" She yelled back.
"She's not a slut, Meagan! She's the fucking love of my life, who finally came back after 8 years abroad!"
"I know the fucking story, Pete! Spare me the sappy details. You cheated on me!"
"I was coming home to leave you the morning you claimed you were pregnant." I was so angry! I couldn't be around her anymore. "I'm going to leave, but when I get back, you better be fucking gone." I turned and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door hard. I needed to go somewhere to cool off, somewhere I could gather my thoughts and process what just happened. Not only did I find out I'd been lied to for nearly 5 months, but I felt the loss of a child that never existed. Only one thought comforted me, and that was Mandy.
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