Page 102 of One Week Hating You
“So you don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“We plan on keeping it a surprise,” she tells us. “It’s more fun that way.”
“I wonder what John will think about all this?” Corrie says. John is Gabbie’s ex, and Corrie loves all the drama between him and Gabbie.
“He’ll probably be cool with it,” Gabbie tells her.
“Wow,” I chime in. “And here I thought my life was crazy.”
“Everyone’s life is crazy, sweetie,” Corrie says. “That’s what’s so fun.”
I’m still reelingfrom Gabbie’s news as I drive back home. I can’t believe she’s pregnant. If I had to guess who would be the next one out of the four of us to pop out a kid, I would have guessed me, but a lot has changed these past weeks. Now, I wonder if I’ll ever have children. I always thought I would, but my twenty-eighth birthday is coming soon, and I don’t know if this will work out with Peter. I might be in Chicago, focusing on my career. I might not find someone else.
I’ve always wanted kids. I was one of those girls who played with dolls. I had five of them and played with them constantly. I had all the accessories too; a stroller, a high chair, a crib, bottles, diapers, and clothing. I loved to play ‘Mommy & Baby’ while Tim played with his Hot Wheels and Marilyn played secretary with Momma’s old typewriter. She’d dress up, slip on Momma’s heels, and sit at the typewriter with an air of superiority. Somehow, Marilyn is the one with two kids now, and I’m the one who’s single and childless, who wears fancy skirts and pumps. Well, at least, Tim is still playing with cars.
I check my phone for the millionth time. My heart sinks every time I do. No replies to my job applications, no messages from Blake. I’m not sure which depresses me more. What did I expect? Did I expect Blake to send me sweet texts with little hearts and happy faces?I miss you. No, that’s more Peter’s style.
So we had sex. It was fun, but now it’s over. Did it mean as much to him as it did to me? I doubt it. I’m sure he’s already moved on with someone else. He’s probably having sexright now.
I look at all the pictures of us, yet again. In the first one we took, I’m draped over him like a cheap tablecloth, looking kind of amazing in my leather mini skirt, hooker heels and smoky eyes. I smile as I study the candid shots I’ve taken of us and the kids camping; s’mores, hiking, walking on the beach, and messing around in the camper. I also love the photos from our hike at the Inn, when we were riding the tree horse and goofing around. We look so good together, so happy. I love his smile – always have. I love the way it almost reaches his ears, a wide irresistible grin. It was just a week, an amazing week, but I’ll always have these photos. I’ll miss him forever, like I always have, but now I have even more pictures of the two of us together, more memories.
