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August Jax Robinson

It's positive

It's positive

August laid across her bed with her pillow placed over the back of her head. She could hear the sound of Gunner in his bed, the slight sighs and smacking of his lips meant he was a sleep. Which was a good thing for her, the day had turned out like she feared and she was in that way again… She wasn't sure if she should be happy or up set. Right now she was lost; Will didn't seem to want to guide her in any direction either. He kept giving her that well look, which didn't help… at all! Part of her knew she should be happy, that life should be perfect for her, but for some reason it felt like life was happening and she was watching it go by without being able to control it or change how things worked out. She could feel the tears bubbling up again, and closed her eye tightly. When Will returned or if he did and saw her face all pink from crying he would get weird again. Even though she was protected by her pillow she needed to control the tears right now and figure things out… right? Or at least organize her thoughts. The worst part of the whole mess was that she *had to* tell people! It's not like she could hide this for long, then people would know that they were doing it… which was stupid because they are married and that is what married people do. But you don't take an ad out in the paper and announce it, but getting pregnant is kinda like doing that. Soon everyone will read the headline and know.

 

August grabbed her pillow and held it down tighter. Hoping the lack of oxygen would make her pass out, but knew it wouldn't happen… it was just a pillow, not a plastic bag. She rolled over and tossed the pillow a side and pouted, then side the last thing she ever thought would come from her mouth, "I want my mom."

 

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