9 Months
Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon.
Last time on 9 Months: Next week would be her thirteenth. Since most miscarriages happened during the first trimester, she was eager for the second to start. Maybe she was being paranoid, but what new mother wouldn't be?
A/N: I don't have an excuse this time. Unless you count being a lazy ass and only reading fics instead of writing them as an excuse. So I finally decided to work on this. Have fun!
Chapter 4: The Fourth Month
In the middle of her fourteenth week, she woke up with the most amazing feeling: she wasn't nauseous.
She had been ecstatic, until she started getting dressed and realized her favorite slacks wouldn't fit.
It wasn't that they didn't fit because she was fat that made her upset. It was the fact that while she felt huge and very much pregnant, she didn't look it. Not one random stranger had come up to her and asked, "When're you due?"
It was ridiculous and stupid to be mad about something so trivial, but she was. She wanted to talk about ultrasounds and decorating the nursery and reading every baby book on earth and fighting over names with Mitsuru because he seemed to think that every name was stupid and wasn't 'worthy' of their child.
And while she did discuss all those things with Keiko and the boys, it just wasn't the same. They already knew all about the baby and then some. But retelling it all to people who didn't know her and were actually interested…it just seemed like it'd be a lot of fun.
Maybe it was the hormones talking. It was probably the hormones talking. She really needed another orange popsicle. Or five.
A/N: I don't like the ending, too abrupt. But I couldn't think of how to end it so I just went back to the popsicles. Anyways, I'm still alive and kickin', as you can tell, but I just like procrastinating. Review, review, review! Please!
"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
-Blanche Dubois, A Streetcar Named Desire
