5437 |l.h

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I stare myself on the bathroom's mirror right after I threw up for the eighth time tonight. God I look really bad. I sigh and wash my mouth and face again, knowing that in about ten minutes I'll feel sick again.

"Seriously, can you find another way to let me know you're growing? Enough with the throwing up!" I talk to my belly, with my annoying tone.

"Are you already parenting the kid? It's not even big enough to defend itself!" Mike pops at the door rubbing his eyes "Fear not little peanut, Uncle Mikey is here for you" he approaches me and hugs me

"I'm sorry to wake you up" I mutter as I hug him back

"It's okay" he sighs "I won't work in the morning so it's all good" he smiles and stares my belly "It's growing fast, you're like 7 weeks right?"

"Yes, almost two months and I already feel super fat" I lower my hands to rub my belly

Almost two months have gone by and I really did lots of mind work and thinking about reaching out to Luke, as I promised to the boys.

"I'll call him" I whisper as we walk in my room, Mike sits next to me rubbing my back

"For real?"

"Yes, when morning comes I'll call him" I look down and bite my lower lip "It's not fair with him and if tables were turned I wouldn't like to be kept in the dark"

"I'm really glad to came around" he smiles

"No more running" I say feeling anxiety crawl under my skin

"No more running" Mike agrees hugging me "Now go to bed, you'll need energy to make that phone call"

After feeling dizzy and being hit by a massive headache I finally managed to get myself some sleep. When morning came and I woke up my body was filled witj anxiety. I sat at the kicthen table and watched Mike make some waffles.

"Nervous?" He says pouring me some juice

"Yes" I nod bitting my lower lip "He'll hate me forever"

"No he won't" Mike kisses my cheek and gives me a warm smile "No one can hate you"

I smile looking down. After I ate, Mike handed me the phone and we sat on the couch.

I dialed the number I've been whispering on my head for two months. The number I know by heart. The only number I've ever memorized.

It rang twice before someone picked up. And when I say someone I don't mean Luke

"Hey, Luke's on the shower" a female voice speaks. Just by her british accent I know she's beautiful "Hello?"

"Oh, who's this?" I mutter ashamed

"Olivia" she says in a perky tone "Do you want me to leave a message, he'll take a while on the shower"

"Um, tell him that he should call Ashton if he wants to find me" my brain is numb. Is he dating her? This fast?

"Alright, and who are you?" Her voice is fucking annoying me

"6463, he'll know who it is" I speak and hang up

This boiling rage grows from the pit of my stomach and I wanna yell. Mike stares me with a frown on his face not knowing what just happened

"A girl picked up!" I yell "A fucking girl!" I stand up and throw all the pillows on the couch directly onto the floor "Olivia" I mock her voice and accent

"Wait, what?"

"A fucking girl picked up the phone while he was in the shower!" I say slowly explaining the phone call "A girl he's probably fucking"

I throw the phone on the couch

"I need some air"

"Liza where're you going?" He follows me "Wait!"

"Just give me a moment!" I stop before I open the front door "I know I have no business being this jealous. I know I pushed him away, alright I know" I snap "But don't I get to be upset? Im here in pain hating myself for leaving him and he's already moved on!"

"Liza, I'm sorry" he tries to reach for my hand

"I just need some room to be upset" I open the door but stop when Mike speaks

"I'll be right here if you need to talk" he mutters and I nod thanking him

I hit the street feeling like a plastic bag that has just been ran over by a big truck. Life sucks.