𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [slow updates]

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CINDY

I have a baby sister that is twenty-six years younger than me and a famous football player's phone number. Oh, and I'm still pregnant. Weird.

Is it crazy that I'm freaking out right now? Doubt it, but still gotta check.

He trusted me enough with his personal phone number. What a bad famous person. Isn't that like rule number one in the handbook for famous people. Especially hot famous people.

Oh, I'm screwed.

Sure Tommy and I are broken up, but I feel like I'm cheating. This is cheating, it counts as cheating. It has to. So what that I'm not in a relationship. STILL CHEATING.

I'm meant to be seeing the former love of my life today at the appointment where we learn the sex of the baby.

Even though I've been staring at my phone, at his number forr hours, it still doesn't feel real. This is fake. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming about cheating, and—

"Cindy?" Ben says, laughing. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Shut up. I'm not done spacing out." I hiss at him.

"Right. Sorry."

I try to get back into the zone of overthinking, but the idiot has already gone and ruined it. Moment over.

I groan, just about ready to smack my head against the table.

"Don't smack your head, Cindy." Hope warns.

"God help us all, she's going to lose it." Ben murmurs.

And he's so right. I'm going insane already, as a matter of fact.

"What is my life? Can't things just go back to how they were?"

Ben raises a brow. "The only things that have changed is that you're single and have a hot, famous guy who wants to impregnate you... after this pregnancy, of course."

"Really not helping, Benjamin." Hope bites out.

"Call me Benjamin and I'm feeding your first born to alligators."

"We don't have alligators in—"

"Shut up." I whine.

Everyone need to stop talking, stop breathing, stop existing while I try to figure out how to get my shit together.

So, we exchanged numbers. Big deal.

Expect it is a big deal because he thinks he can trust me. He must think I'm cool or something, but I'm not. I'm uncooler than uncool. Like, nerd-jock cliché things coming into play is so twenty-ten, but I can't help it. My life has... taken on a life of its own?

I think I might just jump in front of a moving bus.

Before I actually do, I take a breather.

"He just wants to be friends." I tell my friends, watching them both frown at me.

"How can you be sure?" Hope asks.

"Because he told me so."

"Did he?"

I shrug my shoulders too high. "I mean, yeah. Just not in so many words. Or in so little, I guess."

"What did he say?"

Ben leans into the table like I'm saying something so juicy that it would be a travesty to miss a syllable that leaves my mouth.

"That he's done a relationship before and that he isn't interested in going there again."