The Good Wife

07

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"The food is bland."

"So you don't get heartburn."

"The soup is so cold."

"So you don't burn yourself."

"I want ice cream!"

"You'll catch cold."

"I want to go outside."

"Not allowed."

"I'm with child, not a child myself." I scream at the maid, throwing a cushion at her.

She dodges it, throwing a glare at me before she goes backing to pretending as if I don't exist.

"I'm tired of being imprisoned here! I want to go out." I scream at her.

She ignores, admiring at her fresh manicure. I let out a loud huff, cradling my belly.

"Hello, are you awake?" I knock on my belly.

A little kick answers me, as I smile in delight.

"Finally, you're up! I'm so frustrated right now." I huff angrily.

"It's been five fu...ducking months. I want to go out." I whine, as the baby kicks again.

"It's such a struggle you know. It's been so long since I've seen my papa and Rose, so long since I've had any candy or ice cream. Last time I had ice cream-" A big kick interrupts me.

"Whoa! I know you've heard this story for like a million times, but I know you like it." I giggle, caressing my belly as it kicks again.

"He probably has forgotten about me long ago, isn't it baby?" I whisper softly, as realization slaps me in the face.

"It's been six months, only a fool like me can hope that he remembers me," I grunt, slowly falling on the bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I caress my huge baby bump, feeling the baby kick. It's been five months since I've been locked up in this room.

I have maids running after me, stuffing my face with 'healthy and organic' food, and making sure my health is at it's finest at all times. I haven't seen Paris since our last encounter where he revealed my pregnancy.

At first, it was difficult to live with the fact about this child. I couldn't bring myself to accept it, heck I couldn't even think about it without bawling my eyes out. But now, me and this baby are besties. I've shared all my secrets with it, and from my observation, I think she/her really enjoys my company.

"Baby, do you ever wonder about the soul mate theory? Like is it a real thing? Oh, how will you know? You're a fetus." I cackle, feeling a kick or punch from the tiny human I bully all the time.

The door clicks open, catching my attention. Pariston walks in, as my heart jumps out of my chest, getting stuck in my throat, cutting off my oxygen.

Seeing him after all these months felt weird. I don't know how to feel about this.

Maybe because I've been so happy these days, that I've forgot what sadness feels like. But Paris is here, grief won't be late now!

"How are you, wifey?" He questions, leaning against the wall.

My eyes stay on the maid as she looks at Paris in fear before quietly slipping out of the room. Pariston snaps his fingers, asking for my attention.

"Better." I shrug, caressing my belly.

His eyes follow my actions as his lips curve up into a little smile.

"You look cute, like a big fluff ball." He says, with a small smile.