Understanding is only the beginning .. [Sequel to YTYU]

::Dreams on their way to coming true too soon?::

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::Ellanae’s P.O.V::

Some weeks later.

It’s December.

The month of Christmas, Jesus, jolliness, presents, Santa Clause.

Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-NO.

I’m pregnant to like, the farthest extent.

I’m in my 9th month and this bullshit isn’t getting any easier.

My due date is the 20th of December. Hopefully I’m out the hospital before Christmas day.

My feet are swollen, this damn baby kicks every fucking day, I eat like a horse and I almost slapped a guy in walmart yesterday when he picked up the last pack of wheat thins.

Jacob was with me and had to apologize to the guy since I was this close to chocking the bastard and then Jacob took me somewhere else to get some wheat thins.

He’s too nice to me.

Speaking of Jacob, he’s supposed to come by so we can put up the tree.

My dad usually helps, but he’s been M.I.A the past two weeks and my mom doesn’t seem to care.

She claims he called and said he was called out to work but I don’t believe either one of them.

I’m afraid my divorce dream is coming true, I’m praying that it isn’t, but there are too many red flags here to ignore.

But hey, It’s Christmas, maybe a miracle would happen and he’ll show up, but for now I’m glad I have Jacob in my life at least.

“Ellanae, I’m making some cupcakes to carry to the orphanage,” My mom said walking into the livingroom with a silver bowl in her hand and a spoon, mixing as she walked over to me, “Taste this batter.”

Mummy always bakes cupcakes, cakes, something for the kids down at the orphanage, it’s always her treat to them.

She pulled out a smaller spoon and dipped it in the batter before handing it to me.

“Am I your guinea pig?” I asked.

“Wow, you’re passing the opportunity to have something pushed into your mouth.”

My mouth dropped and she laughed.

“Please,”

“Fine,” I grumbled taking the spoon from her and putting it in my mouth.

Sweet, cinnamonny.

Kick.

I gripped onto my stomach and my mom jumped up.

“Was that a contraction?”

“No. A kick. I guess someone likes your batter too.”

She smiled and rubbed my stomach.

“What about kids who’re allergic to cinnamon?”

“This is one of three batches, Cinnamon, sponge and chocolate.”

“Save me a cinnamon one, and Jacob a sponge one.”

“Alright, When is he coming?”

“Soon I guess, he called 10 minutes ago saying he was gonna leave home soon.”