*Bianca*
‘Can we meet up?’
I didn’t think anything of Isabela’s innocent text at first, simply shrugging off her casual language when normally she was more formal. I thought about the offer for about half a second before I felt a cramp in my belly.
“Ugh, alright, kid, I won’t go,” I groaned, rubbing my belly to soothe it. I knew the baby didn’t have ears or feet or even a heartbeat yet but I still felt it necessary to talk to him. Or her. Whatever they may be.
Fuck, they could be a kangaroo and I think I’d still love them.
Fucking pregnancy hormones, I grumbled silently to myself as I typed out a reply to Isabela.
‘Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. I’ll have to raincheck for another day.’
I sighed, thinking that was the end when I received another response almost immediately after.
‘It’s essential. I need you to meet me at The Java Junction in ten.’
