𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 // 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝐅𝐓. 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 her brow, the down-turned line of her mouth, and embedded itself into her eyes as she waited for a response. for three months, she’d worried of how to tell him or even how to show her face to him again. one night stands were not a normal occurrence in her life. she liked to believe in true love and signs and monogamy, not hooking up with someone that she met in a queue for a bar bathroom. at first, she’d thought this was a punishment for her stupidity, but as the days dragged on and she was stuck with nothing but clay dried to her hands and morning sickness that lasted throughout the day ( what a bullshit name, she’d soon come to think ), poppy realised that this was a sign that she wasn’t supposed to just have benjamin in her life for one night. biting her lip, fingers twisting uncomfortably in front of her slightly swollen abdomen, the dirty blonde gave an unconvincing smile and went on. ‘ please say something. if you keep staring at me, i think i’ll die of embarrassment. or maybe i should just go. i’m not asking for anything, i just wanted you to know. if you don’t want to do this together, i’m perfectly capable of raising it alone. i just... i felt like it’d be wrong to never let you know. ’ // @rxdfeeling















