Chapter 5
Abigail's PoV
My stomach began to churn as we were looking at apartments around Sydney Harbour. Oh no, I was not going to vomit here. I couldn't, it was a beautiful apartment me and Kat really wanted but if I vomited I would need to pay with money I didn't have. Kat must have seen my face going pale because she pulled me out of the apartment building along the footpath into the boarding house and into our dorm rooms bathroom. It was lucky that the apartment building was right next to the academy for Kat's classes and later mine.
"Okay, note to selves, we must not buy any white furniture," Kat said as I vomited for hopefully the last time as the many pregnancy magazines had said the morning sickness should pass at four months.
"Kat, why would we buy white furniture there is a baby who will have to grow up there?!" I yelled more than asked.
"Gee, I was kidding Abigail. Those mood-swings are hitting you hard hey. Imagine how you're going to be during labour," Kat said in the same jokey voice.
"You don't have to imagine it 'cause you'll be there to find out," I said completely not joking.
"I want to buy that apartment Kat," I told her without even really realizing I had said it.
"So do I. I'll talk to the people this afternoon," she said with a sweet smile.
"Thank you," I said to her completely sincere.
"So, I have classes, want to come and watch?" Kat asked knowing the answer already.
"Let's go it's time for pas de deux class and I want to see all of the little second year monkeys dance," I said and pulled her out of the room after grabbing an ice-cream container, just in case.
"Hey, did you just call me a monkey?!" She play yelled.
"You bet I did," I replied while tugging at her arm.