Well, that took forever but here's an update!

April's POV

Oh jeez… I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. There's definitely something starting to show. The signs of a baby bump are just THERE. Most people wouldn't notice it, but being as skinny as I usually am means that it's painfully obvious to me.

Will's on the other side of the room just sitting on the couch but I barely even notice him. I'm still looking at the mirror. I knew this was gonna happen but it still feels weird. I left work earlier today and I noticed my clothes was starting to get tight. I can feel the fabric on my skin in some areas and pressing in a little. Even though it's barely anything now, I still can't help but feel like I'm getting fat…

"April, what are you doing?"

Will asks, looking at me.

"I think I'm starting to show…"

I mutter, still looking at myself in the mirror.

"You should be…" Will says, "I'm guessing your clothes are getting tight…" I fight the urge to tell him to shut it. I really don't like noticing this…

"Yeah, it's really uncomfortable…"

I tell him as I start pulling on my clothes a little. This is seriously gonna start pissing me off, mainly because I HAVE to wear this. It's the only clothes I have. Not to mention I work at a fricken bar, and if I wanna change jobs there's only two places to eat, neither of which I'd wanna work at.

"I can take you shopping later,"

Will offers. I'm sure he can notice me messing with my clothes a lot so he's probably picked up on the fact that nothing is fitting right. This isn't the first time he's noticed me messing with my clothes, but he's never watched me do it so much.

"Okay… they aren't supposed to be this tight…" I look in the mirror at myself again, this is not gonna stop bugging me. I know they said I was underweight at the beginning of this whole thing, but that's what I'm used to. Will's probably gonna go off and say how unhealthy that is but I've never looked different. He better not say something about being healthy right now or I might just yell at him.

"Want a pair of my sweats so you're more comfortable?"

Will offers. He's watching me mess with all my clothes even more a lot and he's got a look on his face I can't really read. I can't figure out if he's looking at me weird but it feels like he is.

"Okay…" I never really wear sweats, but anything is better than having to wear this stupid outfit. This is just pissing me off so I should just change before it gets to my head too much.

"I just thought that until you got something new, they'd be fine…"

Will goes into his bedroom and gets some sweats out of a drawer and hands them to me. I take them and change into them and the first shirt I find which just happens to be a stretchy but skintight camisole. Great… now it's gonna look more obvious, at least to me, when/if I sit down by Will…

I walk out of the bedroom and Will's back on the couch.

"Feel better?" he asks.

"Yeah…"

"Come sit down, sweetie, you need to relax…"

Will says.

"I look fat…"

I say, mostly to myself, looking down at my stomach again.

"You're pregnant… not fat…" Will says, getting up and hugging me. "It's okay…" he keeps one of his arms behind my back and guides me to the couch, sitting me down next to him. He starts rubbing my back which, must I add, feels really good. (Even if it has occurred to me it's his fault this is even happening to begin with…)

"I'm gonna have to go find another job…" I mutter, beginning to relax into him.

"Sweetie, talk to Melissa, she may know where you can work," Will tells me, still rubbing my back.

"Okay…"

I lean into him more and put my feet up on the couch.

"I just try to relax now."

"Mmk…"

He keeps rubbing my back so I just cuddle up to him. Being on him is really comfortable and the way he's rubbing my back is really relaxing…

"Shh, close your eyes…" I do so and I'm practically asleep on him "It's gonna be okay."

"Okay…"

I mutter, snuggling into him again.

"Get some rest… you need it…" I move again and I think I accidentally let out a sound, because then he says, "Shh… try to get some sleep"

At this point I basically am asleep on him. It's really warm and comfortable on him like this and I've curled up basically on his lap. He's still rubbing my back as I drift off to sleep. I don't even really care how I look to him right now… I wanna sleep.

I REALLY hate nightmares. They're the worst things I have and the reason I NEVER sleep. The only time I can really even BEGIN to sleep well is when I have somebody to hold me, but that happens so rarely that that doesn't always help either.

I was probably starting to yell and fight because I can feel someone take my hand and I hear Will's voice say, "Sweetie…"

"What…"

I mutter, stopping my hand from pulling away from Will's grasp

"You're having a bad dream…"

"Oh…"

I sigh. No matter what I do, I'm always gonna have these dreams. There's never anything I can do about it, and if being cozy and held by Will doesn't help, nothing will.

"You just hit me in your sleep," Will tells me.

"I did? Sorry!"

I exclaim. Most times I do that, whatever guy I'm with just gets pissed off and yells at me. Or worse.

"Hey, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to…"

"I've hit people pretty hard that way before…"

I murmur, not wanting to go much further into it. Of course, Will probably will…

"I'm sure you have… do you wanna talk about it?" he asks.

"No…"

I say flatly. I refuse to go into my crappy past for anyone, not even Will. I trust him and I might even kinda love him, but I'm never going into my past. Too many bad memories.

"Honey…"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" I snap, moving off of him so I can look at him better. (Did I just say I might love him? Because that's a definite no.)

"Okay… just try to calm down…" Will says, moving me closer to him again.

"Okay,"

I sigh, leaning back onto him again as he puts one arm behind my back and starts rubbing my shoulder as I start to relax again.

Why do I like being touched by him so much?

"You can sleep some more, it's okay…"

"I still have to talk to Melissa…"

I mutter, though I'm already getting tired again as I close my eyes and snuggle back into his warm body.

"I know," Will says, wrapping his arms around me. "It's still early…"

"Mmk…"

I've basically fallen asleep on him again, because that's the last thing I remember. Being warm and comfortable in his arms. Actually feeling safe, almost like I belonged there. Of course that doesn't mean I don't still think I don't. It just nice to feel as if I did.

Will's POV

April comes in after talking to her boss, we decided it wasn't the best idea for her to work at the bar anymore. I smile at her, "How'd it go?"

"I have to work at Breadsticks!" she says, sounding annoyed.

I smile and try to hide a laugh, I know she's not going to like this, "That's better than not having a job…"

"It's not funny! Why does Lima have to be so dang small! All we got is Breadsticks, two bars, and the pizza place next to the bar at the bowling alley!" she says, still sounding annoyed, it's really hard for her to get a job because she never finished high school, she's lucky to be working at the bar, but now that she has experience, it will help.

"Okay, I shouldn't have laughed. It's more of your facial expression… I know there aren't many places to work… it's gonna be okay" I say, trying to calm her down.

"There's like, nowhere else for me to work…" she says, sighing.

"I know… you could try to finish up your diploma… that'll help…" I suggest, I'm not sure if she realizes this.

"Huh?" she says, just looking at me.

"Most places want you to have your high school diploma, so if you did that, there would be more places to work" I explain to her, I'm sure we could help her get that, or even a GED.

"Oh…" she replies.

"Do you think that's something you'd wanna do?" I ask, hoping at some point she does.

"It might actually get me somewhere…" she says, sounding a little excited.

"It will. I can talk to Emma and figure out what you'd need to do…" I tell her, I'll help her through this.

"Okay…" she says, giving me a small smile.

"That's a great idea, April… and if you want, after you get your diploma, you could take a few classes at the community college…" I suggest, I'm sure she'd enjoy the theater classes and maybe some English ones.

"I just don't wanna work at Breadsticks… they have waitress uniforms…"

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think" I reassure her, she's a little upset about this.

"I don't think they come in any sizes under five foot two…"

I can't help but laugh, she's always had a hard time accepting her size, and I know being pregnant isn't helping her at all with that, "Just go talk to them, you never know"

"Okay… I'm probably gonna have to squeeze into one of those uniforms anyways… I need a job…" she says, I'm not sure she realizes that I'm actually gonna help her with this baby, so she doesn't have to completely pay for it herself.

"I'm sure they'll get one to fit you and I'm gonna help you with this baby, okay… don't think you have to do it alone" I remind her, she needs the extra reassurance that I'm here for her, I am the father and I don't wanna mess anything up or miss out on anything, and she needs all the support she can get.

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