I woke up ridiculously early the following day with more cramping in my stomach, I watched Logan sleeping next to me for a while. It was therapeutic seeing him so relaxed and unaware. He was my world.
I decided that I would try and walk the discomfort off, so I got out of bed and threw some clothes on. I decided to walk up to the grocery store and get something nice for breakfast. I went downstairs and saw through the kitchen window that the sky was grey and miserable looking. It must of been raining all night.
I left logan a little note just saying where I was headed off to and stuck it to the fridge. I didn't want him to worry. Grabbing what I guessed to be violas fleece jacket that she hadn't taken away with her and an umberella that was in the entrance to Logan's house, I made my way to the store.
On feeling the cold outside I battled with the zip on violas jacket but couldn't stretch it over my ever expanding bump. I gave up trying and just held the umbrella up to shelter me from the rain. The air was cool and with it being early there wasn't much traffic about. I liked it. I hated the hustle bustle of how busy LA was.
When I reached the shops I was one of only 10 people that were in there. It was bliss, no gabbling of voices or the drone of staff moaning. I liked LA in the morning. As I worked my way around the shop I found it difficult to carry the basket, hold the folded umbrella and deal with the random pains that kept coming, by the time I reached the check out lady I was exhausted and wished I had of just taken the car.
"You look fit to burst." Said the middle aged lady that scanned my breakfast shopping through her til.
"Yeah I feel it too. Not long left though, hitting week 29 this week." I smiled running a hand over my bump who kicked me hard, making me smile.
"Before you know it they will be 16 and making you pull your hair out." The woman said with a knowing smile.
I returned her smile but felt inside that I was looking forward to everything... even being driven insane by my future teenage daughter.
I packed my things in a couple of carrier bags and paid for my items. On walking back outside of the shop the rain was coming down in sheets, the sky was darker than it had been before I did my shopping. I sighed to myself wondering if I should just call Logan to come and pick me up but decided I would rather see his surprised smiling face when I gave him breakfast in bed.
The umbrella was difficult to hold up now I was carrying shopping bags but I persevered to keep the cold rain off of me, I did seek shelter in a bus stop on my way, allowing myself to have a 5 minute sit down. I was glad I did because my body decided to give me the strongest braxton hicks of the last 24 hours as I sat.
I shook my head at myself knowing that when the time did come and Logan was by my side helping me bring my baby in the world, I was going to be a crier! Thoughout the pregnancy the pains of labor had scared me but I thought it might be over exaggerated, as another braxton hicks came and went I then mentally went through my known options of pain relief as I hauled my cold and tired body up from the seat at the bus stop and began walking.
I got a few more yards down the road, still thinking if I should just call Logan. The wind had picked up now making the umbrella holding even more of a task. I scorned myself for buying a carton of juice too, it got heavier with everystep inside one of the carriers.
Under the shelter of the black umbrella I noticed a car slow down and drove the same speed next to me as I walked. I immediately thought that Logan was here to rescue me, on seeing and realising that the car was not Logan's my heart sunk.
"I thought it was you!" James said as he un wound the window of his passenger side and spoke to me from behind the comfort of his steering wheel. He was dressed in gym gear.
"You wanna offer the mother of your child a lift?" I said not sure of why he had stopped.
"Why are you telling Kendall that the kid is coming to stay at fucking Hanukkah... are you taking the piss or what Gaby!" James snapped.
I nodded, "so it's fine for you to lie to your boyfriend about the immediate future of your relationship with your daughter but when I go along with it too it's wrong? James you really need to sort your head out." I replied.
"No Gaby! You need to go back to fucking Canada like I said, why are you still here? I've made it so fucking obvious that I don't want to be a part of your spawns life." He said hurtfully.
"My spawn? Are these the horrible comments you come up with at night to help you feel batter James? do they take away the guilt by pretending that I'm some evil person that did you wrong. I didn't do anything James you can't get all high and mighty over Logan breaking a rule of sleeping with the same girl because you broke rules too!" I hissed at him as I stood under the umbrella and trembled with cold and adrenalin as the two coursed through my body.
"I didn't break any rules that were important to my friends!" James snapped back.
"Err! Hello! Rule number three, don't fall in love with a fan. You broke that rule, bacause if I remember correctly... which I do, I was a fucking fan!" I yelled as I peered in through the car window.
James laughed. "Oh, Gaby, Gaby... I didn't break any rules... I never loved you. Ever!" He replied.
I was unable to think of a good enough come back, the only thing that did come out of me was a rarr noise that was caused by frustrated anger towards the complete moron that had now just drove off in his car and the inward hiss I made as another braxton hicks hit me hard.
Still stood under my umbrella I rearranged my carrier bags so they didn't cut in to my hands so much. As I began walking I turned on hearing a speeding car approach, I turned to see it was James, obviously he had turned around and was now going for a round two of a slanging match with me. I stood still waiting for him to slow. He didn't though he carried on at his speed and whizzed passed me, a tsunami like puddle that he drove through then washed across me, the umbrella being no shelter from the angle the water swooped up in. I was drenched, my hair was soaking wet, my shopping was soaking wet and my exposed bump was soaking wet.
It took all my might to not cry. I walked back to the bus stop knowing that all independance of walking home now was gone, I was freezing and in pain and soaking wet. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialled Logan's number.
