Chapter 1.5

Six months since that hot steamy night in the bathroom and I am left in a bit of a predicament. I am pregnant, I am having trouble with classes, and I cannot afford rent anymore on my own. I have to find a roommate, find a job that will hire a pregnant woman, and somehow pass my final quarter with pregnancy brain. I got myself in a real bad situation with that night of passion. Of course, had I listened to Cameron, I wouldn't be in this situation. He was right, I was the one who decided to stay in self-pity and drank myself into a worse situation.

Now I was really feeling the problem. I felt my little one kick hard. I was pregnant with a girl. I knew this much from my anatomy scan last week. As I wrote the last of my notes down, I heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, I set the pencil down and stood, stretching my aching back. I looked out the window and laughed. Speak of the devil.

"Cameron! You came!"

"Of course. Had to see my sorry excuse for a friend."

"Oh, so a pity visit?"

"Of course. Have you cried yourself into a stupor yet?"

"No, only filled half a bathtub this time!"

"Damn, so too early for floaties?"

"Never too early for floaties."

I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and invited him in. Our last term and we had been studying together. We didn't share a class this time, but he came by to help be a body double while I worked on school work. It often helped keep me from getting too stir crazy anymore.

"Get a roomie yet?"

"No...not yet."

"Mind if I apply?"

"But you're a 'booooy'"

"So...you're a 'giiiiirl'"

We laughed and I looked at my phone frowning at the price of groceries. This was going to be a tight month, prenatal vitamins alone took up most of my budget.

"I am serious Angel. I have a cot. I can sleep in the dining room until end of term. Then I can leave. It just three months. Four tops."

I pause and look at him and then at my phone. "Can we walk and talk? I need air."

We spent hours talking and just spending time together. I felt better after we agreed on it. We would split rent down the middle with everything. My rent was a little more than what he was currently paying, but with us splitting it, it came out to be much cheaper for both of us. He would do the shopping, cleaning, and cooking, so long as I made the lists, menu, and focused on the baby's health. He made sure I knew that was the priority in his mind.

He was doing this to help save money and to help me put the baby first. Not myself. He wanted her to be given the best start she could with the what I could give her. He had his brother bring the cot over and set up his laptop and everything in the main room. He was always in bed after I was and up before me. I was grateful in every way towards Cameron, and part of me, could not help but feel more towards him.