Wish Upon A Star

Staring out the window, I take another sip of my juice, leaning back against the couch. I rest the long glass cup on my baby bump, my other hand resting on my bump, and tuning out the sound of the movie Frozen playing behind me. As well as Lily, singing along with every word. Despite coming to the age of five, she still has a squeaky, high-pitch voice. She's still my baby. She'll remain, my baby, even once this one is born.

Four months along, halfway. Halfway along and I've managed to make Damon so mad that he left. Without a word. He's been gone three days now. According to Aaron, it's normal for him to be gone, for even weeks at a time. I was worried before he said that and since we talked about it, it's been a lot worse. I can't sleep, I can barely eat. I can't stop thinking about him.