Chapter Thirty
It’s rather convenient only having to take an elevator to get home
from Allysa’s, as much as I want to move out of my own apartment at
times. It’s still strange living there. We only lived there a week before
we split up and Ryle left for England. It never even had the chance to
feel like home and now it feels a little tainted. I haven’t even been
able to sleep in our bedroom since that night, so I’ve been sleeping in
the guest room on my old bed.
Allysa and Marshall are still the only ones who know about the
pregnancy. It’s only been two weeks since I told them, which makes
me twenty weeks along now. I know I should tell my mother, but Ryle
will be back in a few weeks. I feel like I should tell him first before
anyone else finds out. If I can just somehow hide my baby bump from
her until he gets back to the States.
I should probably just accept the fact that I’m more than likely
going to have to call him and tell him long-distance. I haven’t seen my
mother face-to-face in two weeks. It’s the longest we’ve gone without
seeing each other since she moved to Boston, so if something doesn’t
happen soon she’ll show up at my front door when I’m not prepared.
I swear my stomach has doubled in size these last two weeks alone.
If someone sees me who knows me well, it’ll be impossible to hide. So
far, no one at the floral shop has asked about it. I think I’m still on
the cusp of “Is she pregnant? Or just chubby?”
I start to unlock the door to my apartment, but it begins to open
from the other side. Before I can pull the jacket over to hide my
stomach from whoever is on the other side of the door, Ryle’s eyes
land on me. I’m wearing one of the shirts Allysa gave me and it’s kind
of impossible to hide the fact that I’m wearing a maternity shirt when
he’s staring right at it.
Ryle.
Ryle is here.