I hate Mal. I hate him so much right now. Because of him, I've been spending most of my mornings throwing up into the toilet, and I've gained so much weight. Uhg, I look so damn fat, I hate it. And I'm only three months pregnant! But it's not his fault. We both decided to have sex, and neither of us used protection. I guess I can't blame him right? I hate these mood swings. One moment I'll be fine, but the next I want to strangle someone. I think Mal just woke up, I heard our bedroom door open.
" Mal, I hate you. You made me so damn fat. I look disgusting." I tell him
in disgust.
And his response?
" Stop lying about yourself, you're so beautiful, I love you. And there is never a day you look less than beautiful. In fact, you look more beautiful everyday. " he says as he wraps his arms around my growing stomach, and I tilt my head back and he gives me a passionate kiss on the lips.
" I love you, Nat."
" I love you too, Malli."
I smirk as I say his nickname.
" I thought you hated me?" he joked.
" No, I really love you. I promise. " I say with a slight giggle.
" Good." he says as he kisses me passionately on the lips once more.
Yes this was incredibly short, but I write normally based on facts, and they can't find the gender of the baby until they're 4 months into the pregnancy.
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