I grumbled and went over to my front door. "What do you want?" I could see him on the other side. He had his hair down, God! I hated it when he had his hair down. "Why the hell did you throw something at the wall?" Oh, so he had been able to hear it. "You guys were pretty loud, and my head really hurted." Wasn't lying so far. "Have you been drinking?" His voice was judging. "No, I got robbed walking home. I didn't want to give up easy, so they beated the crap out of me." He was worried now. "Are you fine? Anything I can do?" I felt so bad. "No, I just want to be alone. Okey?" He said his goodbyes and walked away.
Being mad at Deidara made me feel so alone. Deidara was all I had. Everything I needed. I could call Naruto, but he wasn't at home so I called someone else instead. "Hi?" Not sure if I should hang up or not I drew my breath. "I need to talk to you." He now figured who he was talking to. "Ino? You know I'm back with my wife, right?" Yes, I knew. "It has nothing to do about your wife." I could hear him breathing. "Ino, are you drunk?" Of course I wasn't. His question angered me. "I'm going to have to stay sober for the next fucking six months!" I could hear a small oh on the other side after a while. "Then we do need to talk."
I was slowly sipping on some hot tea when he came walking. He still had that cool around him. Like nothing could get to him, but not in a cold way like Sasuke. Damned bastard. "I don't really want to keep it." I didn't feel for the small talk. He sat down listening. "I'll keep it if you don't want to." Keep it? "It's not a pet you know." Yes, he knew. It wouldn't be his first child. He didn't answer but smirked. "What would your wife say to that?" He looked at me, still giving me a smile. He didn't have to look so damned happy about it. "I'll make her understand." Make her sounded great. "So I'll have the baby, and you keep it?"
So it was that simple. I couldn't help giving an evil glare at Deidaras door as I walked by. I hoped he could feel it. I still wasn't sure how I felt about giving up my baby. I couldn't take care of it myself, I would have been a terrible mother. Having it I didn't mind. Stretch marks, gaining weight, being big and labor sounded like so much fun to me. Then again, I didn't have to worry about it.
I had been dying to have a cigarette since I found out. I felt sorry for myself and wanted to get drunk. What could I turn to if I didn't have those two? I'd never been much a fan of something such as drugs. They were the biggest no anyway. It's amazing how much you wanted something when you couldn't have it. What I could have was a nap, I was dead tired.
Nothing is like spending your days eating, throwing up, going to the bathroom and sleeping. One of the many joys the next half year would bring. Still not sure why I'm doing this. I've never been against abortions. I was pro-choice, but taking that decision was hard. I know it wasn't a baby yet, it wouldn't hurt. No matter what it was still in there. It wasn't just a bunch of cells. It was even moving around in there. For now it was going to be a human, a baby that needed all the love and care it could have. Yet its mother had nothing to give.