No such thing as simplicity.
7
Alex sits across from me looking down at the papers sprawled out infront of us, he and I merged our knowledge of math to do my accounting. Decide how much money I have for who Alex is now calling ‘Peanut’. A total of five hundred saved up dollars sits on the page before us.
“So thats that.” I sigh and walk around the table sitting on Alex’s lap.
“What?” He slides his arms around my waist and looks up at me,
“I have no money for anything.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair, letting it fall down over the shirt of Alex’s I ‘stole’ when I got sick of wearing that annoying dress.
“I mean, I do.” Alex raises an eyebrow at me and smiles a bit,
“I really could not ask you to do that..” I sigh and put my hand on his which rests on my stomach,
“No.” He stands up, tapping my ass to push me off, “I got it. It’ll be worth it for my little niece or nephew.” He walks over to get his wallet in the kitchen,
“Alex!” I protest and follow him,
“Hanna!” He whines and smirks at me as he flips through counting the bills. I frown, I don’t want to take his money. I hate that I need to though, no matter what I act like I care about the little fucker inside of me, I want the very best for him, or her and second hand goodwill furnature isn’t something I really want for him. “You okay?” Alex looks down at me percing his lips so they almost vanish.
“I just don’t like that I have to do that.” I sigh and rub my temple,
“I know.” He sighs and relaxes his experession, sliding his arms around me, again.
“You sure about it?” I look up at him and step back, giving the baby room to breathe.
“Absolutely positive.” He grins, and slides his wallet into his back pocket, “Plus now you owe me so I know you won’t run away again.” He chuckles,
“Wait, do you want to go now?” I raise an eyebrow at him suprised,
“Well, yeah.” Alex chuckles again, the stupid grin he wears never leaving his face. I suppress a smile as I motion to what I wear: His ravens T-shirt and basketball shorts.
“Ohhhh” He laughs as a look of recognition comes over him, “Yeah you can change first.” I roll my eyes at him as I snatch my dress off of the chair I slung it over, I walk over to the bathroom.
I stare in the mirror directly infront of me, the mirror has a frame of photos though one pops out to me the most, the photo of me on top of Rians back and Alex on Zacks, the piggy back race we had on our my first tour stop. That was the day I started to really really feel at home with these dickheads.
I pull my shirt off, followed by the basketball shorts, I stare at my figure, dissappointed with myself. Even as a pregnant woman my body is out of shape and slightly overweight and the scars that littered my ankles exteded up, to my thighs and hips. After I left them I had no where to go and no way to deal. I would give into my old habits and then I would be angry with myself for hurting baby along with myself, and it became a spiral. A round-a-bout of mistakes.
The sight disturbs me. I pull my dress on over my head, freeing myself of the sight and personal embarrassment. I pad out into the living room where Alex stands leaning against the kitchen counter, leaning over his phone.
“You ready?” I smile as I pull my hair up.
“Have been.” He smiles up at me and shoves his phone into the same pocket as his wallet.
“Theres a babys R us here I think.” Alex pulls up to a mall and hops out quickly, running around the car to open my door for me,
“I’m pregnant not a cripple.” I laugh and slide out of the car, clutching my belly and my purse,
“And I’m a gentleman.” He smirks,
“Isn’t it your job to stand on stage and make dick jokes?” I laugh,
“UGH!” Alex gasps and puts his hands on either side of my belly, “Not in front of the baby!” He smiles,
“Oh right.” I roll my eyes at him and start to walk to the front entrance to the mall,
“Hey!” He chuckles and jogs up behind me, “Damn girl wait for me.”
We walk into the mall and find the Babys-R-Us…. with struggle. A feeling of dread fills my stomach as we walk in, rows upon rows of baby merchandise. Where the hell am I supposed to start? Cribs? I won’t be able to afford a changing station but I do need a dresser for it, maybe I should go to goodwill? or Ikea. I can’t take Alex’s money. Not in good mind.
“So thats that.” I sigh and walk around the table sitting on Alex’s lap.
“What?” He slides his arms around my waist and looks up at me,
“I have no money for anything.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair, letting it fall down over the shirt of Alex’s I ‘stole’ when I got sick of wearing that annoying dress.
“I mean, I do.” Alex raises an eyebrow at me and smiles a bit,
“I really could not ask you to do that..” I sigh and put my hand on his which rests on my stomach,
“No.” He stands up, tapping my ass to push me off, “I got it. It’ll be worth it for my little niece or nephew.” He walks over to get his wallet in the kitchen,
“Alex!” I protest and follow him,
“Hanna!” He whines and smirks at me as he flips through counting the bills. I frown, I don’t want to take his money. I hate that I need to though, no matter what I act like I care about the little fucker inside of me, I want the very best for him, or her and second hand goodwill furnature isn’t something I really want for him. “You okay?” Alex looks down at me percing his lips so they almost vanish.
“I just don’t like that I have to do that.” I sigh and rub my temple,
“I know.” He sighs and relaxes his experession, sliding his arms around me, again.
“You sure about it?” I look up at him and step back, giving the baby room to breathe.
“Absolutely positive.” He grins, and slides his wallet into his back pocket, “Plus now you owe me so I know you won’t run away again.” He chuckles,
“Wait, do you want to go now?” I raise an eyebrow at him suprised,
“Well, yeah.” Alex chuckles again, the stupid grin he wears never leaving his face. I suppress a smile as I motion to what I wear: His ravens T-shirt and basketball shorts.
“Ohhhh” He laughs as a look of recognition comes over him, “Yeah you can change first.” I roll my eyes at him as I snatch my dress off of the chair I slung it over, I walk over to the bathroom.
I stare in the mirror directly infront of me, the mirror has a frame of photos though one pops out to me the most, the photo of me on top of Rians back and Alex on Zacks, the piggy back race we had on our my first tour stop. That was the day I started to really really feel at home with these dickheads.
I pull my shirt off, followed by the basketball shorts, I stare at my figure, dissappointed with myself. Even as a pregnant woman my body is out of shape and slightly overweight and the scars that littered my ankles exteded up, to my thighs and hips. After I left them I had no where to go and no way to deal. I would give into my old habits and then I would be angry with myself for hurting baby along with myself, and it became a spiral. A round-a-bout of mistakes.
The sight disturbs me. I pull my dress on over my head, freeing myself of the sight and personal embarrassment. I pad out into the living room where Alex stands leaning against the kitchen counter, leaning over his phone.
“You ready?” I smile as I pull my hair up.
“Have been.” He smiles up at me and shoves his phone into the same pocket as his wallet.
“Theres a babys R us here I think.” Alex pulls up to a mall and hops out quickly, running around the car to open my door for me,
“I’m pregnant not a cripple.” I laugh and slide out of the car, clutching my belly and my purse,
“And I’m a gentleman.” He smirks,
“Isn’t it your job to stand on stage and make dick jokes?” I laugh,
“UGH!” Alex gasps and puts his hands on either side of my belly, “Not in front of the baby!” He smiles,
“Oh right.” I roll my eyes at him and start to walk to the front entrance to the mall,
“Hey!” He chuckles and jogs up behind me, “Damn girl wait for me.”
We walk into the mall and find the Babys-R-Us…. with struggle. A feeling of dread fills my stomach as we walk in, rows upon rows of baby merchandise. Where the hell am I supposed to start? Cribs? I won’t be able to afford a changing station but I do need a dresser for it, maybe I should go to goodwill? or Ikea. I can’t take Alex’s money. Not in good mind.
I love it
1/17/14