8 months...it's been a long time....and I'm fit to explode. 8 months of being pregnant. 8 Months of being single. Great. I'm gonna be a single mother. Mind you...I had decided on that a long time ago...it was my choice. It's the price I'm paying, but I'm gonna make it work. But the only thing I'm totally bummed out about is the fact that Carter is still 'seeing' Kirsty. He likes to say that he's not dating her, just good friends, I'd love to belive that, but every friendly kiss every friendly hug they share is just a little to close for comfort. And allthough I have had to rebuild my trust with Carter over a while since he went to the Congo I know I am beginning to trust him again.But I just know that Kirsty could have her way with him at any given time. She knows just what she wants and is out to get get unaware of fact that Carters ex is carrying his child. Well no, That sounds wrong, I meant she does know that i'm pregnant with John's baby, I think the whole hospital knew, the amout she screamed, the lounge was a tiny pile of rubble by the time she had cooled off and was forced out by Carter. But know she's got used to the fact and knows that Carter and I aren't exactly going to get together tomorrow she feels she has unblocked road to his 'love' as it where. And also the fact that she joined County's staff last month. She is now one of the doctors. Which really got to me because of John, She's allways there, for him at any moment.
Kirsty aside, I'm feeling great, tired though and ready to have this baby today. I have everything ready for the baby when he or she comes, I didn't feel so great though when I had to shop for all this stuff, I'm suprised my bank manager didn't come and personally behead me. Seeing as I spent way over the limit on two of my cards. I just want everything to be perfect for the baby. That's what I miss about not having Carter, Not the fact that he has money, but the fact that I would have somebody to help me out with all of this, and I know it's going to become harder when the baby comes along. Oh the joy of it all.
I'm here sitting on the couch, legs propped up on my coffee table staring idly at the TV, nothing's on though, I'm bored to say the least, Over the past week or so, after the work I have manged to watch my entire cabinet of movies and eaten so much food this baby is going to be twice my weight. Running my hands through my hair, Which now I might add, is very long, and dyed back to my normal brunette. Iv'e decided blonde reminds me to much of times I had, and my roots were beginning to show. I'm glad it's brown again, alot less fuss. I lean forward as much as I can (which is impossible in my state) and grab the remote, but as I do the door bell rings.
"Who is it?" I yell,
"Oh shit" I moan droppping the remote on the floor as I do so.
"Carter" He repiles
"Oh Shit" I curse again.
"Hang on" I yell heaving myself off the couch.
I get to the door unlock it, (it's now 11:30pm) and there he stands. In a pair of jeans and a tee with a scruffy jacket on.
"Come in" I offer, steping out the way.
"Hey" he smiles
"What you doing round here at this hour?" I ask?
"Well why are you up so late?" He counters.
I just smile going back over to the couch and sitting down again.
"Shit!" I curse again
"What?!" He says, looking over at me thinking he's done something wrong.
"The remote" I moan, my eyes screwed up in frustration.
"Oh" He says, coming over and picking it up and giving it to me.
"I can't bend down anymore" I groan rubbing my temples.
"I'm sorry" He says coming to sit down beside me.
"Why?" I ask
"Well I was the one who put you in this state."
"Yeah" I smile.
"Anyway...why you here?" I say turning off the telly
"I couldn't sleep, I was bored and I hadn't seen you today at work to ask how you were, and I feel kinda bad."
"Why"?
"Well because, I'm not helping you one bit, i'm too wrapped up in everything else and here you are, one month away to giving birth to my..our child and what have I done to show for it...apart form the obvious" He stops me from coming back with a witty comment.
"John..."
He looks at me, again with my feet on the table , my head resting on the back of the couch, him just perched on the edge.
"I'm coping just fine okay...I said that I wanted to do it this way, and I've done everything I could, you've helped me out in other ways"
"Like what?"
"Well, Those lunches at that cafe down the road, trips to the theater, amoung other things 'friends' do. That's what Iv'e needed, it's kept me sane! You can help me out in days to come if you feeling that bad about it though."
He smiles in response, leaning back into the couch, looking accross to me smiling gently.
"I love your hair" He says reaching out and taking a lose couple of strands off my shoulders and fiddling with them.
"It's more me" I sigh..."it may be a saying that blondes have more fun, but I don't think I was."
"Oh" he whispers.
"I'm hungry" I stae out of the blue, leaning forward to get up.
"Now?!" Carter asks incerdiously
"Hmmummm...Ben and Jerry are calling me" I get up and head to the fridge. I open up the freezer and pull out the tub and grab a spoon from the drawer.
"You know I thought cravings only happend in early pregnacy" He is now up from the couch andstanding right beside me.
"Well not in mine" I grin, setting the tub on the counter and pulling off the lid.
"Hey wheres my spoon?" He asks from behind me.
"It's my ice cream" I argue, tugging away at the silver foil on the top, it doesn't want to budge.
"Let me help" he says coming round to my side and takes the tub off me...bad idea.
"HA! Got it now! he laughs running back over toward the couch with the ice cream, me standing here like a lemon holding the spoon.
"Hey that's no fair, I can't run after you!" I say
"I know" he says
"You evil little..." I growl walking as fast as I can round the table after him.
I get up to him, but he dodges to the other side of the couch. I reach out to grab the tub but seeing as he's so much taller than me it was impossible to reach. "Carter!" I wail
"Na ah!" He laughs...he thinks he so funny.
He runs over through my apartment me waddling after him. He's dodging just in front of me, I grab his arm and refuse to let go, my free hand grappling for the melting ice cream. He's walking backwards, I'm pushing him." Give me that damn ice cream!" I screech at him.
Wer'e still walking backwards when all of a sudden his back hits a wall, he drops the icecream and our face out millimetres away from eachother. I can feel his fast breathing on my cheeks, our faces pivoting around eachothers, our lips seconds away from a ki...
"Abby.." He warns
"Ssshhh" I whisper
"But what about..."
"It doesn't matter now" I hardly whisper
And within a few seconds our lips are joined together.
Life was goin' great
Love was gonna have to wait
Was in no hurry-had no worries.
Stayin' single was the plan
Didn't need a steady man
I had it covered-til I discovered
That love gets me every time
My heart changed my mind
I gol' darn gone and done it.