Brits POV

Meat was now 8 months into her pregnancy and it had been a long and stressful one. Her hormones would flip almost every ten minutes. There were days when she woke up feeling really positive about everything, but even the smallest thing that went wrong would change that mood completely.

There were days when she refused to eat. And days when she would refuse to stop drinking. She didnt mean the baby any harm but when you saw her, she looked so fragile you almost feared for the baby's life. When Meat hit two months, we all decided it was best if we find her a new outift. Just for the pregnancy. The corset wasnt doing much good, it was quite small for her and I'm guessing it was quite uncomfortable too. Scaramouche had found her a baggy top, a grey hoodie and a pair of 3/4 lengths.

I felt her warm body move slightly beneath my arm resting on top of her swollon stomach. I'm glad the morning sickness had stopped now. As much as I love her to bits, her cranky attitude was too much in the morning. Especially when her mood swings told me not to be there. I looked down at my sleeping baby to see gentle tears falling from her eyes. A bad nightmare maybe? Perhaps the baby was hurting her in some way. I shook her slightly and whispered into her ear. "Morning honey. Whats up?"

Her eyes fluttered open. Clearly she was almost awake anyway. That meant something serious was up. Something was worrying her. She'd had a couple of breakdowns before but that was during the day and when she was really stressed. This was a new thing, her waking up crying.

"It doesnt matter Brit." She quietly said, while rubbing the tears from her eyes.

"Look, if somethings bothering or worrying you then I would like to know. I dont want to see you upset because of this baby." I replied.

Because of her heavily pregnant stomach, she slowly got up off of the mattress and made her way over to the dressing table. "It's not exactly about the baby itself." Meat cleaned her face and applied her daily load of make up.

"Well then, what is it?"

She let out a heavy sigh. "I said, it doesnt matter Brit. Its nothing." I too, let out a sigh. I could carry on this conversation and try and get it out of her but I know that will only annoy her further.

She made her way out to the bar where she went straight over to Scaramouche who was surprisingly doing nothing but drinking. Since the start of the pregnancy, Meat and Scaramouche had gotten very close. Scara was always there for her which was pretty much everyday. Today however, was different. Meat didnt seem stressed or overly emotional. She just seemed worried. She tried to cover it up, but I could see she was still crying. I didnt want to disturb the pair of girls so I made my way over to Galileo and the boys.

Ooo, so whats up with Meat then? Keep with me and you may find out in the next chapter. :) R&R