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That week I spent a lot of my time hanging out with family and friends, getting their help on meal ideas and having Katrina and Aaliyah be my exercise buddy. I also talked it out with Silas about why he was mad at me, which turned out to be because I put me and the baby in danger on July 4th, and it scared him.
Lexi and Aaliyah went with me to the hospital this morning so I could be monitored and they could check for any more developing preeclampsia symptoms. They also helped me get ready for my date with Silas whilst I facetimed Kat getting her opinions on the outfit.
"I always forget Leighton has a sleeve" Kat said out of nowhere as we did the finishing touches to my makeup.
"How? It literally takes up my whole arm" I laughed, reaching for my eyebrow pencil as Aaliyah worked on my hair.
"You're always in hoodies!"
"They're comfy, and they don't press in on my stomach. Speaking of wearing hoodies, do you know why Colby is mad at me?" I asked her, grabbing my eyeshadow palette.
"He's feeling sorry for himself" She rolled her eyes making my face scrunch up.
"Leigh, stop being oblivious!" Katrina scolded and I glared.
"Sorry I'm not babying him! I'm too busy worrying about my literal baby!" I snapped, Lexi and Aaliyah staying quiet.
"Why don't you ask him?" She lectured and I rolled my eyes.
"So you're telling me that on top of all my own bullshit, I also have to worry about him?"
"Leigh stop" Kat spoke in a monotone and I flipped her off, grabbing my highlight.
"Hey, let's all get along, yeah?" Aaliyah suggested, setting down the straightener.
"Look Kat, I get you're used to having an easy going life, but that is not my story right now. I can't be bothered to constantly worry about my roommate, when I have a high risk pregnancy, okay? It's not my fault he's acting like a child. I'm not in charge of him, or his feelings. I need to make things right with Silas tonight, and I need to focus on my own family. At the end of the day, they're more important" I explained and Katrina scoffed.
"You're literally so stupid"
"Did I fucking ask? I don't think I did. All I asked was if you knew why he was mad. Not to be lectured about how I don't fucking pay attention every time he cries wolf! Look, it's whatever. I need to finish getting ready. I'll let Sam know that I probably won't be home. Bye" I ended the FaceTime before groaning, then shaking my head and grabbing my lipstick.
"So, what was that about?" Aaliyah asked hesitantly and I grumbled.
"Ever since I told Colby I was moving out, he's been distant. I thought we made progress back in Minnesota ya know? But I guess not"
"Is there a reason you haven't asked him?" Lexi wondered aloud and I sighed.
"I haven't had time. I still need to show him the finished artwork. I've been busy monitoring my body with this baby, trying to meet the requirements so I don't get preeclampsia and god knows what else. Plus I have everything with Silas, and I've been neglecting him lately, along with Logan being gone and not having him to talk to right now. Then there is everything with Mom, and yeah she's getting better, but I'm still fucking terrified something is going to happen. Plus, Gabe has a new girlfriend and it's kind of hitting me that my baby will have a stepmother. There is just so many life changes right now, that I can't pay attention to my fucking roommates and what's going on with them. None of this is including what is going on next week. I'm just swamped, and now I'm annoyed that she's blaming me for his bullshit. Does it look like I have room on my plate for another full course meal of emotions? No" I ranted, both of them staying quiet. "Can you hand me my dress please" I asked quietly, Lexi leaving to go get it.
"I'm so glad you didn't choose a booth. I probably wouldn't have fit" I giggled, twisting so I could sit down without falling over.
Silas and I had some small talk before ordering, but his next question caught me off guard.
"Have you figured out a baby name yet?" He asked and my eyes widened a little, shaking my head.
"Gabe and I have only touched on it a few times. Why? Do you have any ideas? I'm all ears. Is it okay if I grab my phone to write them down?" I asked and he nodded.
"We don't know. Just tell me whatever comes to mind"
"I mean, I think Silas is a great name" He cocked an eyebrow and I laughed.
"I only have room for one Silas in my life, sorry"
"How about Cordelia?" He asked and I scrunched my face, shaking my head.
"That is not my vibe" I let out a breathy laugh.
"Neveah?" He suggested and I shrugged, writing it down.
"It's not bad, but I don't know if I love it"
Silas pulled out his phone and then asked "How do you feel about historical names?"
"Um, I guess I don't mind? What's the name?"
"Cleopatra" he said and I could tell he was trying to keep a straight face.
"Maybe the second baby can be Cleopatra" I chuckled , biting my bottom lip.
"You could call 'em Cleo for short?"
"Griffith?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Reminds me of my roommates friend named Griffin"
"Emmett?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Gabe's last name is Bennett. It can't be Emmett Bennett" I laughed, Silas cracking a smile as I spoke the name together.
"Why not? I think he'd be a fun guy"
"Caspian? Casandra? Conrad? Coven? Cora? Callie? Christina?" He listed off and I tilted my head to a few, saying no.
"Conrad is the dumbest name ever. I'm sorry if you know a Conrad, but what kinda name is Conrad? Conrad Bennett? Hard no"
I ended up googling some of my own, and a few made the list, but for the most part, it was just us passing time as we waited for our food to arrive.
"Queens don't hate, queens don't fight, queens don't stay unless their kings treat them right!" I yelled along to the radio, my hands in the air as Silas laughed at me. "Every jewel on my crown, you better believe I earned it, won't keep people around that don't believe I deserve it!"
"You're so cute" He laughed and I grinned, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"Oh shit!" I laughed, reaching up to wipe the lipstick mark off.
"Could've left it" He said without looking at me, paying attention to the road.
"You want to walk around with my lipstick mark on your cheek?" I laughed and he shrugged.
"All yours baby" He turned to smirk at me and I smirked back.
He went back to focusing on driving, so naturally I started singing along with the radio again.
"No, I don't need the tallest tower to prove to anyone I ain't weak. I turn my pain into power, every tear's a diamond on my cheek" I sang along and I felt Silas take my hand, lacing our fingers, causing me to smile as I looked down.
It was quiet for a bit, myself humming along to the radio when Silas out of nowhere said "I'm really happy" In a content sigh, causing me to turn to look at him.
"Yeah? I'm glad you're happy. You deserve to be happy baby"
"The happiest" He said when he turned to look at me, squeezing my hand and I felt my cheeks warm up.
"Hey babe, do you have a spare shirt I can borrow?"
"You look gorgeous, but I guess I can give you a t-shirt" He grabbed one from his closet, tossing it at me.
"AH!" I yelled, quickly catching it before it hit me in the face. "I didn't bring fucking makeup wipes. I'm going to look like a racoon when I come out of that bathroom" I sighed and Silas laughed.
"You're the prettiest racoon I've ever soon"
"I hate you" I grinned, closing the bathroom door.
I took a quick shower, washing my makeup off.
When I went to get dressed, I quickly found out that that wasn't happening.
"Hey babe?!" I yelled, cracking open the bathroom door.
"Erm... we got a problem" I muttered and I watched him get off the bed, walking over to the door.
"What is the problem- oh my god" He laughed as I opened the door and I frowned.
"This is bullshit" I grumbled, looking at myself in the mirror.
"You look cute" He noted and I rolled my eyes.
"It doesn't fucking fit. This isn't helping me not feel fat right now. I can't fit in my boyfriend's clothes!" I grumbled, seeing my little baby belly poke out at the bottom of his shirt.
"I mean, you fit, just your baby doesn't"
"I don't even have a bra!"
"I'm not complaining" He smirked and I glared at him.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're not! Now what?"
"I mean, it still works" He said, eyeing me over and I huffed.
"Do you have sweatpants so I can at least cover my ass? This is ridiculous" I grumbled, turning to the side, seeing the stretched out shirt.
"Hey, come here" He grabbed my hand, pulling me into him. "You look cute. I get it's annoying, and frustrating, but I think you look adorable"
"You just like that my thong is exposed in this ensemble"
"It's a perk, but I spend more time looking at your pretty smile than your ass" He smirked and I glared.
"Yeah, sure. Can I have sweatpants please?" I asked and he nodded.
He walked back in with dark gray sweatpants, handing them to me.
"Oh god what if they don't fit" I groaned, afraid to put them on. "What if they're like jeans, and I move and they rip? Oh my god, take them back!" I threw them at him and he just started laughing at me.
"Leighton, just put them on" He opened them up and crouched down. "C'mon, one leg first"
"Not shit sherlock! What did you think I was gonna do? Fucken jump into them?"
"C'mon!" He laughed and I braced my hand on his shoulder, stepping into the sweatpants.
"There you go baby, look, you can even tie them. You look perfect" He smiled at me in the mirror, tying the drawstrings.
"My stomach still sticks out" I grumbled, tracing the bottom of my stomach with my finger tips.
"That's a mood" He laughed and I smacked his arm.
"Silas! I'm only gonna get bigger!"
"At least I know you won't steal my hoodies" he cocked an eyebrow and I punched the side of his arm "Ow!" He laughed, holding his arm.
"If it really bugs you, you could just take the top off?" He suggested and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I don't have anything on underneath"
"Leigh, I don't care what you do, I just want you to be comfortable. I'm sorry, but I don't have any bras for you to barrow" He teased and I rolled my eyes, smiling.
"If I take my shirt off, do you promise not to look?" I asked and he chuckled. "Baby, I'm a guy. I can't help but to look. I promise you're stunning, and I won't do anything inappropriate to you, but I can't promise to not look"
"What, just so I can turn around and see you topless? You're not hiding anything Leigh"
"Oh my god! I hate you. Fine" I grumbled, pulling his shirt over my head, and when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me. "HEY! It's rude to stare! I know, my nipples look weird" I frowned, looking down.
"What?" He laughed and I pouted.
"They're bigger. Like my nipples grew. I talked to Dr. Hughes about it, and apparently your nipples become larger and more pronounced as your boobs grow, getting ready for milk and the baby. And like the middle can darken. Ugh my boobs are gonna be so ugly!"
"I don't notice anything weird Leigh, you're perfect"
"I'm far from perfect!" I laughed, cupping my boobs and wincing. "Yeah, you're sticking to first base. These bitches still fucking hurt"
"I'm excited to see it. You've spent a long time on it" Colby said as we climbed my parents' stairs.
"God, I can't get any bigger or I'm going to need one of those stair chairs the old people use" I panted, stopping halfway up the steps.
"Our new house has an elevator" He laughed and I breathed heavily before meeting him at the top.
"Good for you. My apartment does too. Anyway, lets go look at it"
I opened the art room door, and I saw my dad was sitting at the desk, sketching.
When he heard the door squeak, he looked up at us before looking back down at what he was doing.
"Sorry to bother you. Just wanted to show him the art piece" I told him and he nodded, getting back into the zone of his sketching.
I walked over to the piece, turning the easel around so he could see it.
"YOOOO! THIS LOOKS SICK!" He yelled, my dad chuckling.
"You like it?" I asked and he quickly shook his head.
"This is insane! You out did yourself! Oh my god! It's going to look sick in our living room!"
"Like it? I love it Leighton! I might make you do all the artwork in our house" He laughed, getting closer to the piece.
"God no, this thing took me months. You'd have a bare house for a long time" I laughed.
"Do you care if we keep it here till we move in?" Colby asked and I turned to look at my dad, asking him.
"That's fine, Leigh, can you hand me the charcoal?" My dad asked and I nodded, grabbing the bin.
Colby and I ended up going to Chick-fil-a and we sat down at a table outside and I decided now was a good time to do what Kat suggested, and ask Colby what was going on.
"So.. erm.. I've been meaning to talk to you"
"Uh.. is everything okay? Between us, I mean. You've been.. distant.. again?" I asked and he sat up straighter in his chair.
"I just... what happened back on the fourth?"
"Well uh.. like.. you were.. mad? And you said that I was moving out, and uh... when I asked you what you meant.. you uh.. kinda ignored me?"
Colby sighed, dipping a french fry into ketchup, almost seeming like he was trying to figure out how he was going to answer this.
"Please don't lie to me" I begged and he threw his head back, turning it from side to side before looking at me.
"I guess I'm just disappointed"
Colby groaned, looking off to the side before back at me, slouching back in his chair again.
"I guess I just... I thought we were becoming friends? Like.. we were starting to hang out together.. and get along and now you're leaving. I guess I just feel like it was for nothing. Like we went through all of this.. for nothing"
"How was it for nothing?"
"It just feels like everyone was on our necks about getting along, and now we finally are, and you're leaving. Like.. the things I've learned to love doing with you.. won't happen anymore. I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself, I don't know"
"Just because I'm moving into my own place, doesn't mean we still can't do stupid stuff. I get it. I felt the same. It does suck knowing I can't text you at 2am and ask you to get cheesy fries with me.. but that doesn't mean we'll never get cheesy fries together again."
"Why did you want to move out anyway?"
"But you have independence?"
"How? What is independence to you?"
"But you are on your own. So what, does that make Sam and I codependent because we live together? Like.. we still do our own thing? You don't have to be alone to be independent Leighton" Colby tried to make a point and I groaned.
"You're sounding like Aaliyah!"
"Aaliyah is a smart girl" Colby chuckled and I rolled my eyes, chucking a french fry at him.
"Why do you want to be on your own?" He asked and I sighed, my stupid little brain giving me stupid little flashbacks of my stupid life.
"Now don't lie to me Leighton" He mocked and I glared.
"Shut up. I want to be on my own because I never have before. I've never been on my own. I've always been with my parents, or Gabe or Aaliyah's and I spent some time at Stephens.. I just.. I want to be alone. I need to be alone"
"How does being alone prove your independence?"
"It's just.. I've always depended on someone y'know? Like.. when I was kicked out.. I had someone to go to. I know that sounds dumb, but like.. there always is a safety net, and don't get me wrong.. it's nice.. it's just.. I have a lot to prove. And like, even my dad is the second signer on my lease in case I can't pay rent. Like I said, safety net"
"What's wrong with having a safety net?"
"I will never not be looked at as the girl with a drug addiction. You know what tomorrow is, right?" I asked and he looked down at his phone.
"Uh... the 13th?" He asked and I nodded.
"Tomorrow means a lot to me. It's the day I'm starting over, and I'm going to prove to everyone that I can do this. I need to do this"
"What's tomorrow?" He asked and I sighed, knowing I shouldn't have brought it up.
"I don't want to talk about it"
"You can't just start and not finish"
"YOU DO THAT ALL THE TIME! We WERE talking about you!"
"Okay, but what's tomorrow? Your birthday was a month ago? It's not your due date... is it your anniversary with Gabe?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Tomorrow is a year ago that I vowed to start over"
"On July 13th 2019, Aaliyah picked me up from prison, and brought me to her house.. and I started my recovery journey"
"Wait, you went to jail? We both went to jail in 2019? Hold on-"
"Cole Brock, did you just make this about you?"
"No! I just... it's weird we both went to jail in 2019, anyway, continue" He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.
"I went for drug possession. Look, I don't really want to talk about this, okay? That's just what tomorrow is, and that is part of the reason I want to be on my own. There is a lot to prove, and Aaliyah told me I should look into getting it expunged"
"Like wiping it from my record"
I nodded, grabbing one of my chicken nuggets.
"It just can't be for something serious y'know.. like a serial killer or podophiles. I don't know. It would make it easier to apply for jobs and such. It was such a dumb crime too! Ugh, still annoyed about it"
"I mean, Sam and I were busted for trespassing on a construction site near a school, so we are both dumb criminals" he laughed and I rolled my eyes, smiling.
"Can I say something controversial?"
"McDonalds chicken nuggets are better" I took another bite of the chicken nugget and Colby laughed.
"So, going back to you being upset that I'm moving out, why don't we try to hang out more often? You could always join my family and I? Or my friends? We could go see Nova at Cynthia's? We could do our late night diner things too. I don't move out till the beginning of August. We have time. Just tell me when you want to"
"What if before you gave birth, you moved back?" Colby suggested and I gave him a weird look.
"That defeats the purpose of me moving out" I laughed and Colby shook his head.
"Hear me out. You're on your own, you feel that independent life, you move back"
"Isn't that literally two steps forward, three steps back?" I asked and Colby narrowed his eyes at me.
"Why you want to move out"
"Other than being independent?" I asked and he nodded. "Well... I, uh.. erm.. well" I stuttered and he gave me a look. "I don't want to be inconvenient"
"What do you mean you don't want to be inconvenient? You're being more inconvenient by moving out, than moving with us"
"Shut up, and that's not it. You guys didn't ask for a pregnant lady, and then her baby to move in. I just don't want to take over your space with baby stuff. You guys didn't ask for the late night crying, and the baby bouncer being in your way. And don't tell me "we wouldn't mind" because you don't know that. You haven't lived with it. You guys like to live in big houses with family and friends, and throw big parties and get drunk till 5am. That's not going to be my lifestyle. I will be up till 5am crying alongside my newborn. We live two different lives, and I think it will be a good thing that I'm in a separate place"
"Can't you get a noise complaint about a crying infant?" Colby asked and I glared at him.
"Don't start giving me anxiety about my new place!"
"Well like, we could get noise complainants for parties. Why we learned we do best in a big house"
"No shit, you guys throw insane parties"
"Thank you" He grinned and I rolled my eyes.
"That wasn't a compliment"
"You know... if you didn't move out, you wouldn't get a noise complaint. We could even put you on the other side of the house"
"Why are you manifesting me getting a noise complaint about my crying newborn?"
"Colby Brock, stop it. You're not going to change my mind all because you think it's a grand idea to have me and my newborn crying in your house at 3am"
"You know, most of the time Sam and I are gone filming" He pointed out and I shook my head in disbelief.
"Stop. I don't care. I'm moving into my own place. Deal with it. If your big concern is us not hanging out, we can still hang out. You hang out with Brennen all the time, and he doesn't live with you. Plus, you can fuck whomever you'd like, and won't have to hear me tease you about it" I smirked and Colby smirked back.
We finished eating and found ourselves walking through Target.
"When we get home, can you help me?" I asked him, Colby grabbing a basket.
"I normally wouldn't ask you this... but with my labor and delivery stretches? I'd normally ask Gabe, but he's hanging out with his best friend on my free day"
"What do these stretches entail?"
"You said we're friends right!"
"Do friends help their friends do labor and delivery stretches?"
"Do male friends help their female friends-"
"Oh, you're going to be sexist now?"
"If you don't want to, just say no!"
"FINE" Colby grumbled and I grinned.
"We're opening what?" Colby asked, making me laugh.
"My hips and strengthening my pelvic floor"
"My pelvic floor?" I asked and he nodded. "You know how girls sneeze and they'll pee? It helps with that. After the hospital they make you do Kegels"
"You're basically flexing your vagina muscles to strengthen your pelvic floor so you don't pee yourself"
I hit play on the video, groaning at the fact that it was 24 minutes long.
"Breathe in and out" The video said and Colby and I did that. "Sway your hips from side to side" I copied the video and Colby laughed at me.
"I will not allow you to film this if you're going to make fun of me the whole time!"
"I'm sorry! Okay, side to side. Just like Ariana Grande said"
"Oh, I regret asking you to help me" I grumbled, moving my hips slowly side to side.
"Now we're going to do half circles" The lady said and Colby watched the video, both of us trying to copy her.
"Damn, after this video I'll be ready to perform at the strip club" He joked, shaking his ass.
"You're literally just shaking your ass in a circle! MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!" He yelled, shaking his ass at me and I laughed a little, shaking my head.
"Now half circles forward" She instructed and Colby laughed at me, causing me to flip him off.
"It's not my fault you look stupid"
"WHEN THIS BABY POPS OUT OF MY VAGINA, WHOSE GONNA LOOK STUPID THEN, HUH?!"
"WHAT, TELL ME WHAT BABY MAMA"
"EW! Don't say that to me ever again" I gagged and he cackled.
"That's what you are!" He defended and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not your baby momma, now can we focus on the video please"
Colby and I finished the hip circles, and now we were standing in a weird squat.
"So this is basically twerking, just from side to side?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"No. You know what, do whatever you want" I muttered, doing the awkward motion with the video, my ass sticking out as I moved my hips side to side.
"Damn Leigh! Get it!" He yelled at me and I bit my lip, trying not to slug him.
"I feel sorry for whoever the fuck you impregnant" I muttered.
"God she said to go lower, Imma fall on my ass. If I fall, you have to help me up Colby"
"You've been mean to me all day, no thank you" He told me and I looked up at him, glaring.
"You're one word away from getting punched. Watch it Brock"
I continued with the pelvic floor muscles, ignoring Colby as he also tried to do them, not really getting it.
I watched the next position and I shook my head.
"There is no way in hell I'm doing that"
"I will split my vagina in two, no"
"Let's at least try?" He asked and I glared.
"What, are you gonna fucking try?"
"I can if it will make you do it"
"So you're basically going into a lunge, but our hands are on our thigh and we point out our toes" I muttered, wobbling a little as I lowered my hips into the right position.
"If I fall, so help me God"
"You're going to be fine" Colby reassured, but we both knew he was lying.
Our knees rested on the mat, our hands out in front of us as we slowly rotated our hips to the side.
"How does it feel to do these stretches whilst pregnant? Because I'm not pregnant, and this feels weird"
"Um, I can feel the stretching in my hips and like the back of my thigh. Can you?" I asked and he nodded.
"Ugh I gotta touch my hand to my opposite foot. I'm not flexible, I'm not gonna make it" I panted, watching the instructor.
The second I touched my toes, the instructor moved on and I groaned, wanting to give up.
"There is no way in hell I'm doing this in my third trimester" I grumbled, Colby chuckling.
"Look at me Ma, I'm doing it! NO HANDS!" He yelled, copying the instructor as he held his hands up in the air.
"You're such a dick. I'm glad you're enjoying this" I panted, opening my hips to the 90 degree hand, my right hip feeling like it was going to leave my fucking body as I did this lunge.
"Imagine if you just pee yourself" He laughed and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
The second she said we were gonna sit, I thanked the lord until she said we were stretching again, and I wanted to murder her.
"I'M GONNA DIE!" I yelled, leaning forward to stretch out my back muscles.
"I'M CARRYING A BABY COLE! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS DRAMATIC! OH GOD!" I groaned, leaning forward, feeling all the weight of my baby pull me to the floor.
"These stretches kill. I'm never getting up off the floor" I grumbled, copying the video. "I'm pissed that you're doing this well. What the fuck" I grumbled, watching him copy her exactly.
"THIS BITCH IS TRYNA MAKE MY LEG FALL OFF!" I yelled, breathing heavily as I rotated my hip muscle back and forth.
"How is her leg so straight? Dude, I'm not gonna be able to do this" I groaned, pushing my leg in the air, copying the video.
"You look great Leigh!" Colby cheered and I flipped him off, knowing I look fucking stupid right now.
"I'm going to kill you. Next time you're pushing out this baby. Why the fuck are you nailing these? What the hell"
"I'm just a better pregnant woman than you are"
"YOU WANNA GO?! I'LL FUCKING GO! YOU'RE NOT EVEN FUCKING PREGNANT!" I yelled, pushing my leg out to kick him in his thigh.
"That's cheating!" He exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.
"I DON'T KNOW BUT YOU ARE! FUCK THIS HURTS!" I groaned, feeling the stretching in my upper thigh.
"SHE WANTS ME TO GRAB MY FOOT COLBY! MY FOOT! I CAN'T EVEN- OH MY GOD!" I groaned, trying to reach my foot and failing.
"Do you want help?" he asked and I glared.
"Do I want help" I scoffed, still trying to reach my foot.
"Go away Mr. I'm always fucking perfect"
"Here, can I push your leg forward a little so you can grab it?" He asked and I sighed, nodding.
He pushed on my lower upper thigh, my fingertips barely grasping the bottom of my foot as I breathed heavily.
"I deserve ice cream after this, dear lord" I panted, trying desperately to grab my foot.
"Nah fuck her and fuck this" I growled, watching her lower her knee into her shoulder.
"You can do it Leigh!" He cheered, helping me a little bit.
"Fuck me" I growled, feeling the sting in my thigh and groin.
Colby helped me lay on my back, pushing my knees towards my shoulders as I tried to hold onto my feet.
"I feel fucking stupid" I grumbled and he laughed.
"You look fucking stupid"
"I know. Do you want me to push harder?" He asked and I threw my head back, my forehead starting to get sweaty.
"You do that, I will break your fucking legs"
He helped me a little bit with the butterfly stretch, myself breathing like I just ran 10 miles in a wetsuit.
"Hey Leigh... I'd just like to inform you that you're only 11 minutes into the video out of 24 minutes" He said and I kicked him, hard.
"Ow!" He yelled and I rolled my eyes, standing on my knees.
We copied the same stretch from earlier, just on the other side, and I swear I was gonna collapse.
"I regret getting pregnant. This fucking sucks, ow! Fuck me!" I groaned, feeling a tiny pinch in my back.
"Would you like help? He asked, and instead of fighting him, I just nodded.
"I hate this" I whined, practically doing the splits, but with my legs bent.
"You said this was supposed to help you?" He questioned and I nodded.
"It's supposed to help make labor easier but fucking hell I hate it right now" I felt small tears fall down my face as I stretched, Colby's face filling with concern.
"Are you hurt? We can stop-"
"No! I'm frustrated! I'm- fuck!" I cried, bracing myself on the mat, my arms wobbling.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's okay! You're doing a good job!" He reassured me and I shook my head.
"I got fucking noodle arms!" I cried and he chuckled.
"You have 4 minutes left. Come on, up you go" He lifted me up off the mat, back onto my knees.
"Here, I'll hold you so you don't collapse, just try and spread your legs in the weird squat thing" He said and I sighed, more tears falling down my face as I got angry with myself.
"Fuck! I should be able to do this!" I whined, leaning forward over my leg.
"Okay, wait, stop" He said quickly, causing me to look at him.
"What's wrong? The lady in the video isn't sobbing?" He questioned and I glared.
"MAYBE BECAUSE SHE DOES THIS ALL THE DAMN TIME!"
"But why are you crying? Are you in pain? If you're in pain, you should stop"
"I'm crying because I'm mad!"
"BECAUSE SHE'S MAKING IT LOOK FUCKING EASY AND I'M STRUGGLING!"
"Leighton. You said it yourself. She's done this before. She already has kids. It's not her first time. This is your first pregnancy. Things are going to be harder. You're not the carbon copy of her. It's okay to struggle. Slow down, take a deep breath and try again" He encouraged me and I sighed, wiping at my face.
Colby handed me my water bottle and some of my crackers before I slowly eased back into the stretch.
"It's not a race, Leighton. It's okay to go at a slower pace"
"Would you like me to join you again, or do you want me to just help? He asked and I ignored him, focusing on trying not to breathe like an insane person.
We went back to the butterfly stretch, but this time my legs had to be straight, and pushed backwards.
"Do you want to try on your own, or do you want help?" He asked and I felt more tears fall down my face as I got frustrated again.
"I can't- ugh! Help, please" I frowned, trying to grasp my feet, but I couldn't reach them.
"My toes are not touching the ground I can tell you that" I muttered, Colby moving to sit behind me.
"Do you want me to hold your ankles?" He asked and I nodded.
"Lightly push down" I reminded him, knowing that I am not at all flexible and I will simply parish away if I pretended to be.
"I hate the burning sensation in my thighs" I grumbled, feeling Colby lightly push my legs back a little more each time.
We moved to the last stretch, and Colby handed me a pillow so my belly wasn't resting on the mat, myself spreading my hips and leaning forward.
"This is your last one Leigh, you can do it" He encouraged and my arms were literally shaking as I leaned on my elbows, my forehead resting on the mat.
All I could hear was my heavy breathing as I felt the muscles pull in my lower back.
"Please help me up" I sighed, slowly getting up.
I sat on my butt, reaching my hands out towards Colby, but instead, he went behind me and reached under my arms, pulling me up.
The second I was standing, I felt all the tingles, stinging and aches in the places we stretched.
"Can I ask for another small favor?"
"Can you sit outside the bathroom door whilst I shower? My legs feel like jello"
"Yeah, let me grab my phone"
Colby walked behind me on the stairs so I didn't tumble, patiently waiting as I walked up the stairs at snail speed.
I was walking towards the bathroom after grabbing a pair of cotton shorts and a baggy shirt, smiling at myself as Colby sat against the wall, scrolling on his phone.
I closed the bathroom door, leaving it unlocked just in case, turning on the shower and stripping from my sweaty clothes.
I found myself looking at my baby bump in the mirror, seeing the differences in my body now, verses when I first found out.
I noticed some tiny little stretch markers on my stomach, and my boobs, knowing they're just going to get bigger.
I also knew that you could put lotions on them to try and help, but I always heard that most of them didn't do jack shit for you and that they were a waste of money.
The second I was under the warm shower head, I felt my back muscles slowly relax, my shoulders dropping a little bit as I reached for my shampoo.
The second I lifted my arms to wash it out, I winced.
I slowly tried to do it, but the moment I realized I would have to repeat the process with conditioner, I just cried.
God knows how long I cried in the shower, feeling sorry for myself, but I eventually sucked it up and pushed through the body aches to finish my shower.
I stepped out of the shower, my legs wobbling a little bit, causing me to brace myself against the counter.
I felt my head lean back, my hips pressed into the cupboard as I took a deep breath, feeling the tears brim at my waterline.
I felt like a baby. Like I was failing.
I was tired of crying all of the time, but it was hard to know that no one understood what I was going through.
I guess I was crying pretty loudly, because Colby knocked on the door, asking if I was okay.
"Um.. yeah" I spoke slowly, feeling some aches near my ribs.
I slowly got dressed and opened the door, smiling at the fact that Colby was still sitting there, right outside my bathroom door.
"Can I ask one last favor and then you can run away?" I asked him, startling him.
"Uh, yeah. What do you need?"
"Can you help me brush my hair before my arm breaks off?"
Colby nodded, standing up and putting his phone in his pocket.
"Erm... well, take the brush, I can brush the roots and then um.. you know how to make a ponytail right?"
"You just like.. scoop.. right?" He asked and I laughed.
"I mean, I guess. Just gather the hair. I say this, 'cause if you hold the hair, I'll show you, it won't pull"
I brushed what I could, and then I created a ponytail, having Colby take grasp of my hair.
"Carefully brush it. If you feel it start to tug, stop and gently go through it. Having your hair pulled is not fun, and can cause a headache"
"How do I start?" He asked and I smiled, watching him try to assess the task at hand.
"You can either start from the bottom, so when you're brushing at the top it doesn't snag, or, you can start at the top and gently work your way down"
I watched him in the mirror, and he decided to start from the bottom and work up.
I've never seen him try to be so gentle with anything in his life.
"Tell me why my arms feel like Roman Noodles when all of the workout was my legs"
"It was all of those feet grabs" He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"It was all of that trying not to choke you for mocking me"
"You seem like the type to be kinky"
"If the shoe fits" is all he said and my jaw dropped.
I kept my mouth shut, letting the silence fill the room as he finished the task.
"Okay, drop my hair, and brush through it all. Careful of snagging" I reminded him, watching my hair fall from his hand.
"I'm so glad I don't have this much hair" He muttered, making me laugh.
"I was always told to cut my hair once the baby is born, because the baby will grab, and yank" I smiled, unsure how I felt about losing my long hair.
"Are you attached to your hair?" He asked and I shook my head.
"I'm not attached, no. But I do like the way I look with it, and I haven't had short in since I was a kid, so I don't know how I feel about it"
"I think you could rock short hair"
"Yeah? Just fully shave it off? Ya know, my friend Aimee did that"
"It would definitely be a look"
Written on: April 19th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd 2022
