Pregnant For My Bully

Amelia Forbes

“Ammie!” I heard Dani yell from outside my door. My first thought was that something bad had happened to the baby.

I raced to the door and from the look on her face I realized she’d been calling me for a while.

“Were your headphones in?” She asked.

I shook my head.

It was raining heavily. I couldn’t hear her over the pattering sound on my roof. “What happened?” I asked. My initial fear coming to memory.

She only grabbed my arm gently and led me to the window.

I peered down, trying to see through the swishing rain, and gasped when I saw Jason, still standing at the door step.

My eyes roamed to the wall clock. It was 9pm. And it had been raining since 6.

What was wrong with him? I wondered, infuriated.

Dani nodded as if she could hear my thoughts. “I don’t know. He’s been standing there since morning.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It was silent for some time and then she said. “I don’t think we should let him in. It’s his choice to stay there so let him.”

I nodded, wondering why he was being so darn stubborn. Why couldn’t he just leave and end the drama. In anger, I pulled the blinds and proceeded to Nana’s room to check up on the baby.

A few hours later, I’d fed the baby, put her to sleep, and given Nana her medicine.

Dani and I sat in the living room, sipping hot chocolate and watching a movie.

Suddenly we heard someone sneeze.

Dani froze, grabbing a glass vase as protection.

I frowned. “That didn’t come from inside the house.”

“Wait, what if..”

We exchanged looks.

I gasped. “It can’t be,” I checked the time. “It’s 2am in the morning.”

At once we raced to the window and my eyes widened when we saw a drenched Jason still standing determinedly at the doorstep.

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My throat felt like the desert as I slowly opened my eyes. I shivered as the cold air hit my skin and I remembered that I’d come down with a cold.

The last thing I remember from last night was Amelia and Dani helping me into the house and wrapping some hot towels around me to warm me up.

Afterwards Amelia had offered me a mug of hot cocoa while her friend stood to the side, clearly disapproving of the whole thing.

Needless to say, I had felt better thanks to Amelia. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself as I knew that she had helped me out of pure empathy. But all the same, I was grateful.

I stumbled to my feet, grabbing the tumbler of water I sighted on the dining table. My throat was grateful for the moisture and and so I downed some more.

I didn’t know the time but I could tell that it was early. And I knew I had to leave before everyone else woke up. But I was still determined to see the baby. I’d come back later today, I decided. And I was ready to spend the entire day at the doorstep until she let me see the baby.

Grabbing my things, I began to make my way toward the front door when I heard the soft cry of a baby.

It stopped me in my tracks. I shut my eyes tightly.

I wasn’t supposed to see the baby without Amelia’s permission. But the crying grew louder and I couldn’t stop myself. Slowly, I walked to the direction of the cry.

I couldn’t help but smile when I peeked through a half opened door and saw the baby awake in her cot.

Unable to resist, I picked her up and began to hum a lullaby.