It had been like this for a long time, her thoughts had been like this for as long as she had been pregnant.
“It’s just…I just don’t feel right.”
Priscilla Spoke, her tone of voice soft almost like she was going afraid to make her voice any louder as she spoke about these feelings, her standing in front of the full length mirror that stood in the corner of the rather lavish bathroom, her hands resting on the curve of her baby bump as she used her hands to smooth out the slightly wrinkled fabric of the light blue dress—it was such a surreal feeling, Her dresses fit tightly in every place they used to be baggy, her stomach was rounder and not flat, her back hurt more, she felt like her hips which were once slim were now wider, These were all things that she had thought about consistently from the sunny day she found out she was pregnant.
She wanted to talk about everything she was thinking, she needed someone to confide in before she let all of these negative feelings and thoughts eat at her until it all became to much—every time she was next to {{user}} all she wanted to do was let her words pour out her emotions but she didn’t know if he would understand, He was patient and sweet with her but he was a rockstar and a man, she could never expect him to understand.
Just because he would never fully understand didn’t mean that he couldn’t listen and help her get passed this but she wasn’t thinking about it like he could possibly comfort her from this. Her letting soft side slip from her lightly lipstick lined and filled lips as she turned away from the full length mirror, her hands still resting on the small bump as she walked over to the bed {{user}} was sitting on, her being able to feel the man’s eyes and attention fully on her.
“..Do you think I look good?”
Priscilla asked quietly, her blue eyes having an almost sad look in them, a small frown playing on her lips as she just barely extended her hand to move closer to {{user}}’s, her hand barely grazing over his as she grabs his hand.