It was a Thursday morning. The sky was clear though not sunny enough to be considered warm. The neighbors' kids made a lot of noise as they ran around playing different games. Eliza wanted to kill them.
At eight months pregnant, Eliza was getting incredibly irritable. Frankly, she was amazed Maria was still putting up with her.
She groaned, "will these kids ever shut up?" she muttered to herself. "I swear if our kid's like this..."
She sighed as she tried to sit up. She struggled for about five minutes pushing and shoving on the bed, cursing the child growing inside her and grunting in frustration. When it got to the point that her eyes were stinging with tears and her arms hurt from the effort she decided to call Maria.
The short woman rushed into the room, already dressed for the day in a black long sleeved top and red skater skirt, with her hair up in a high ponytail, a long lock of hair escaping the bobble and falling across one eye. Her lips were painted with a vibrant red lipstick and she was holding her phone with an earphone plugged into one ear in one hand and a slice of toast in the other. Seeing the distressed look on the older woman's face and her sweat covered forehead she raced over to the bed.
"Eliza, what's wrong? Are you hurt? What do you need? Should I-"
"Maria, please." Maria stopped talking. Eliza looked exhausted despite having only woken up a few minutes ago. "I- uh- I just really need a hand to, well, sit up... if you don't mind."
Maria looked at her blankly for a second, before taking in what she had just said.
"Oh! Of course, why didn't you just ask?" Maria wiped a tear from her girlfriend's face, which was pink with the effort of trying to sit up with her enormous stomach. "You know you can always ask me for anything baby. Please don't be afraid."
"I-I'm sorry. I just feel like such a burden. I feel like- like I'm the child. For God's sake I can't even fucking sit up on my own."
"Hey, hey, don't talk like that okay? You're not a child and you're most certainly not a burden. You are so strong 'Liza, you've made it so far. You only have one more month to go. I know you can make it." Maria's hand traced lazy patterns on Eliza's bloated stomach. "We're gonna make it through together m'kay?"
Eliza nodded her head into Maria's chest. They would get through this together.
undeuxtroisquartcinqsixsepthuitneufundeuxtroisquartcinqsixsepthuitneuf
Sorry this is so short
So, uh... should I continue this or not? I know it's shitty so...
I don't even know anymore ? (do emojis work on this site)
Also I'm watching The Danish Girl right now and Lili's crying and I'm crying whyyyyyy
shit I just proofread it again and Lili had her operation and she gonna die now why do I form emotional attachments to these kinds of people nooooo
