~~~~ ABOUT A WEEK LATER~~~~
Devi sat on the windowsill drinking a cup of tea and thinking to herself "I couldn't possibly be pregnant could I?" she thought gripping her belly. The thought made her hands shake and made the cup of tea slip out of her grip. "Damn it! That was my favorite mug!" Devi said looking down at the broken cup on the sidewalk outside her apartment. She stood up and walked into her painting gallery. She picked up a paintbrush and placed a blank canvass and posted it on her easel. She dipped her brush in the black paint and began to paint. Her brush moved over the paper quick and smoothly and made different shades with every stroke.
Devi stood before her finished painting, she didn't know what drove her to painting it but what ever it was it was not her normal drive. It was a portrait of Nny holding a bloody baby. She looked at it and shuttered "what the hell is wrong with me?" Devi asked herself burring her face in her paint-covered hands.
Tenna walked into Devi's apartment and walked up to her, she looked at the painting and back at Devi. "Um.. It's nice?" Tenna said sounding insecure. "Did you go to the hospital yet?" Tenna asked. "No but I've been thinking about it." Devi answered. She looked down at her belly and then back up at her friend. "I think I'll give it a month and if I don't get my period, I'll make an appointment." Devi said flopping onto her chair.
~~~SORY THIS ONE IS SOOOOOOOO SHORT BUT I CANT PUT EVERYTHING I WANT IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU"LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT!!!~~~
Devi sat on the windowsill drinking a cup of tea and thinking to herself "I couldn't possibly be pregnant could I?" she thought gripping her belly. The thought made her hands shake and made the cup of tea slip out of her grip. "Damn it! That was my favorite mug!" Devi said looking down at the broken cup on the sidewalk outside her apartment. She stood up and walked into her painting gallery. She picked up a paintbrush and placed a blank canvass and posted it on her easel. She dipped her brush in the black paint and began to paint. Her brush moved over the paper quick and smoothly and made different shades with every stroke.
Devi stood before her finished painting, she didn't know what drove her to painting it but what ever it was it was not her normal drive. It was a portrait of Nny holding a bloody baby. She looked at it and shuttered "what the hell is wrong with me?" Devi asked herself burring her face in her paint-covered hands.
Tenna walked into Devi's apartment and walked up to her, she looked at the painting and back at Devi. "Um.. It's nice?" Tenna said sounding insecure. "Did you go to the hospital yet?" Tenna asked. "No but I've been thinking about it." Devi answered. She looked down at her belly and then back up at her friend. "I think I'll give it a month and if I don't get my period, I'll make an appointment." Devi said flopping onto her chair.
~~~SORY THIS ONE IS SOOOOOOOO SHORT BUT I CANT PUT EVERYTHING I WANT IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU"LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT!!!~~~