A mois passed par without much happening. I was finally in the seconde trimester—it was about time. Though, with this, my clothes grew tighter, causing for the need to get bigger ones. Luckily, it seemed that my parents had forgotten all about me, not to forget my numerous credit cards, meaning that they still worked. Sierra happily agreed to go shopping for new clothes with me.


“Ew, these are,” I paused to think of a word, “these are just, horrible. Pregnant women wear these?”


We were in a maternity store in a nearby mall.


Sierra looked around the store and pointed to each pregnant woman around, “She does…and she does…and—“


“Sierra!” I growled.


“Oh, sorry.”


Then, I felt a wave of nausea—the morning sickness hadn’t went away completely par then. I knew I had to vomit, but there weren’t any trash cans around. The only object close-by to barf in was a woman’s bourse, sac à main that lay outside of a dressing room; I had no other choice, but to upchuck in there. When I finished, I found Sierra, “Let’s go to another store.”


“You’re breath kind of smells like vomit,” She noted mindlessly.


“Exactly,” I replied, “That’s why we have to get out of here.”


“Disgusting!” I heard a woman’s voice in the background.


“Let’s go,” I dragged her out of the store.


We wandered around the mall endlessly to look for a store with plus fashionable maternity clothes, but to no use. I was exhausted from all of the walking that we ended up having to crash down at one of the tables in the nourriture court until I gained up some plus energy. Being pregnant really wore me out.


“Oh Chris,” We heard someone’s voice (Serena’s?!) say loudly, “You’re such a romantic.”


Sierra and I both turned our heads in the direction of her mother’s voice. Serena was walking around the mall with Chris.


“I know,” I could see Chris smirk.


“I don’t see why that Blaineley would have broken-up with you. You’re like the greatest guy ever!”


“I’m pretty awesome, aren’t I?”


“You’re plus than awesome.”


Sierra’s mom is completely nuts if she truly believes that Chris is awesome. I was beginning to think that he was using her since she thought he was the greatest guy on the planet; he obviously just wanted someone to constantly tell him that he was awesome all of the time. Serena’s too stupid for her own good.


“Chris?!” We heard Blaineley’s voice yelled.


I knew that a fight would be going on soon, so Sierra and I tried to sneak off. We didn’t exactly want to see the catfight between her mother and Blaineley.


“We’re divisé, split up for a week and toi go and find yourself some whore?”


Luckily, we were gone quickly so we didn’t have to hear anymore of the spat.


We finished up a few hours later—it would have taken less time if I hadn’t gotten so tired so easily. We headed back to Sierra’s house where I fell asleep on the canapé not even five minutes after we got back.
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“Time to wake up,” I heard Alejandro’s voice call as he stroked his hand against my face.


“No,” I answered without even bothering to open my eyes, “I don’t want to get up. Who even gave toi permission to bother me while I’m sleeping?”


“Sierra did.”


“Well, if toi hadn’t noticed, Sierra’s not my mom. toi can’t wake me up until I want to wake up. I’m tired and it’s your fault.”


“Oh, mi amor, you’re so difficult, and I l’amour it. But still, I don’t see how this is my fault.”


“You put her in me, so it’s your fault,” I rolled over to face the back of the couch.


“You’re gorgeous when you’re angry at me.”


“I’m too tired to listen to you,” I tried to concentrate on going back to sleep, but Alejandro just wouldn’t allow it.


“You’re going to have to get up sometime.”


“It’s not going to be now.”


“Yes it will,” He scooped me off of the canapé and into his arms, “You have to go to the doctor’s and toi asked me to come with you.”


“Call them to ask for an appointment another day; I’m too tired today,” I glared up at him.


“You’re going, chica. I’ll drag toi if I have to.”


“You’re already carrying me.”


“Now all we have to do is leave.”


“No,” I replied. He placed me onto the floor when I stood and I continued to talk, “I have to get ready. I have to get a douche and get dressed and fix my hair—“


He shut me up from my ranting par s’embrasser me. I kissed him back and soon I was back in his arms. He carried me off to the bathroom considering I needed to get a shower.
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We both emerged from the douche about a half an heure later. I was wrapped in a towel and so was Alejandro. I ordered him to get out of the bathroom while I got ready.


I got ready besides getting dressed. I went back to the guest room and threw some clothes on that fit me plus comfortably.


“Okay, I’m ready,” I called to Alejandro after I walked out of the room.


“And toi look great,” He replied.


We started walking towards to the door to leave.


“No I don’t, I’m fat,” I motioned to my slightly swollen stomach.


“That’s just the baby making herself comfortable.”


Before I knew what he was doing, he was on the wooden floor, both hands on my stomach, talking to the baby, “Tell your mommy that she’s not fat.”


Then I felt it. She kicked for the first time.


I put a hand to my mouth in surprise, “Alejandro, did toi feel that?”


He looked up at me, a wide smile spread across his face, “Yeah, she kicked. And, she’s telling toi that you’re not fat,” He stood up and kissed me.


“I l’amour you,” He a dit after we got done kissing.


“I l’amour you, too.”