*Bianca*
For all the saints, Leo had been so mad. I could not tell him, nor could I stop crying. All I could hear was his voice, strong, angry, and filled with what sounded like hurt. Had I hurt his feelings? I ran to my room. This acting like a child thing is really getting old with me, but I couldn't help it.
How could I tell him that I was pregnant? Look what sneaking around to go to the doctor had done. What if he did not want children with me? What if he just thought he loved me? What if pigs flew and ants were blue? The questions did not matter. I was just being a complete baby. I knew it, but I was in a state. Why could I not stop crying?
“It will be okay,” I told myself when Leo left.
Then I stripped down, and pulled my hair up in a bun so it would not get wet when I got in the shower.
Maybe a warm shower would be soothing enough to calm me down and at least slow the tears down if not stop them altogether.
