Two in the morning.
It was two in the freaking morning and here I am, still awake on Zion's bed as I was waiting for him to come home. I tried calling him many times but his number was unreachable and I don't have his friends numbers.
I was never a clingy person and just reasoned out that this is because of my pregnancy. I never have enough sleep so my plan was to stay up until he came home and not attend my classes tomorrow.
"Where could your father be, hmm, baby?" I talked to him as if he could already understand what I'm saying.
I sounded like an idiot waiting for my baby's answer, leading me to let out a loud sigh. I wonder if he even remembered that I am still waiting. Maybe he was too busy spending his time with Irish.
I don't know why that thought suddenly anger me. I let out a loud huff and went to the kitchen to grab some food. The foods that I've cooked earlier was still in the refrigerator, I cooked it for Zion.. he used to love it whenever I cook for him.