Not your typical baby mama

Amy woke up the next day, feeling tired. Her stomach grumbled. The girl had slept through the evening and now woke up so early in the morning. Her eyes fell on a brown envelope sticking out of her handbag resting on her nightstand. It contained her pregnancy results and her baby's picture.

Baby. How could she neglect her body? It wasn't just her now, she sighed and got up. She first showered and threw on comfortable clothes. As she walked out to the kitchen, she spotted her cactus that she had neglected the whole of yesterday. She made sure to water it before walking to the kitchen.

She opened the fridge to analyze what she had. It had been a while since she last made her own breakfast. Stella had been feeding her this whole time. The sound of her phone ringing snapped her out of her reverie.

"Hey Stella", she answered.

"Oh good. I was not sure if you're awake. I'm making breakfast, what would you like to eat?"

Her heart warmed from Stella's thoughtfulness. "You don't have to. I was just about to make some for myself."

"No, I don't want you falling sick. Don't touch anything. How do you feel about a California breakfast casserole?"

"Sounds good. Actually.... I can come over to help you."

"Do you not feel nauseous anymore?"

Amy fell silent, so it wasn't homesickness. However, besides the times Stella made all her meals, she had been able to cook a few light meals sometimes.

"I think I'm all better."

"Alright dear, I'll be waiting for you", Stella said before hunging up.

'I'll be waiting for you.....' Amy tilted her head to the side. Why did those words sound familiar? She gasped before quickly checking her emails. And there was a new email from Zach.

Ahismine@***.com: Are you okay? I'm worried.

Amy felt like her heart had been squeezed. She bit her lower lip while staring at the screen helplessly.

"What are the odds of you and your father making your presence known almost at the same time?" She murmured.

She stroked her belly and sighed. She was back to her old situation: fighting to not respond to him. She should keep her distance but she couldn't bring herself to. One thing she had decided was to protect her baby; she would not let them harm her baby; hers and Zach's baby.