Alana James, De La Luna
It was going to be odd having to dress in clothes that will fit me in a couple of months and also trying to look good in a different size. It was all going to be worth it though, I couldn't wait to hold my beautiful daughter or son; Liam wanted a son so he can have father-son bonding sessions. I liked how excited he was but we had agreed not to share the news yet.
I didn't want to admit it but I was scared; not of being a mother or having an increase in responsibility. I was scared of the opinions of others and what they would say about me. It was only the beginning of this month that I turned twenty and I'm already a mother-to-be. I didn't want to be spoken about.
"Alana?" I heard Liam call my name from down the hall.
"Yes, honey" I called back; it was a bad habit both of us had. And we would always complain of sore throats but we could only blame ourselves.
"Can you come here?"
I followed the direction his voice was coming from and found him in the kitchen, looking in the pantry. I hated that he ate so much and didn't gain weight; but the fact that he ran all of the time, made it obvious.
"I'd do anything for you" I smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter. He turned to face me and smirked back.
"Oh you" Liam wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug and kissing me on the lips. One of the many, many reasons why I loved this man; best kisser in the entire world. Also, best cuddles, best massages, best conversations, best body. The list is clearly endless.
"I'm going out with the guys tonight, is that alright?" he asked, after pulling away gently but keeping his arms secured around my waist.
"But we were going to have a movie night" I frowned; I didn't like how he would always have to go out with the guys or deal with business. I hated being home alone, it was always too quiet and too dark.
"I'm sorry, but it's important" he kissed my forehead and let go of me, leaving me standing in the kitchen. I stood in silence before wiping my eyes; another lonely night. No, another lonely night together; me and the baby.
I took the tissue box, woolen blanket and a couple of dvd's; I sat comfortably on the couch and let time pass me by. I couldn't focus on the movies; I could only focus on when Liam was going to be home. Whenever I thought about this, time seemed to go a million times slower. I was tired of waiting; turning off the television and rising to my feet, I trudged to bed.