** 📍: ʜᴏᴜꜱᴛᴏɴ, ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ - 6:30 PM. The mansion was warmly lit, music and the smell of fried chicken, and baked macaroni in the oven filled the kitchen Guest swayed in front of the stove, humming to My Boo by usher. She stood over the counter, her loosend jet black wand curls bouncing. She smiled. She’d decided to cook dinner for Milo so he could come home from football practice happy. She swayed, moving pans and plating things- when she felt a strong kick. She doubled over- dropping the fork that was luckily the only thing in her hand. She exhaled. staring down at her stomach, below the hem of her pink crop top. She blinked. Still not showing. She pulled up her gray sweatpants. The kitchen felt a little smaller. It had been three months, since she saw the positive on the test- and shed still been living like it was fine. Because other than the flutters.. it felt normal. The impending fact that she had someone else to account for- when she was just now getting the hang of taking care of herself, was daunting.