Yeah, I knew that reprieve was too good to last. This was after a particularly long and strenuous day.
I was at her family’s place, but I’m not sure where exactly that was. It was me, her, and her parents. There was a lot of chit chat about their work. At one point her mom got a headache and went to bed, and I was left talking with her dad while she went out to work in the garden. We talked about his new plane, and how he enjoyed flying, and I thought to ask him if he was using it work work, but never did.
Finally went outside to talk more to BL, and found her out in the garden, working away. The conversation was awkard, although she was trying valiantly to make it less awkward. At one point I finally asked her how far along she was. 5 months, the told me. I didn’t really know what to say after that. I did notice she didn’t look quite right. It looked more like she’d stuffed a couch pillow up her shirt than she was pregnant. It wasn’t mine. I tried my best to fake a smile for her, but it still hurt.
She and I ended up talking to her dad about something, and some how we ended up in her parents bedroom, her dad carrying on a normal conversation with us, while her mom was in REM sleep. I remember thinking how odd of a situation that was.
I woke up to the alarm clock in the middle of a sentence I’m glad BL wasn’t able to finish. Something about her and her current guy.