We havent spoken all day and the silence is killing me.
Cant help thinking about my bump but I dont want to crack and call her first.
L, asks me why my face is tripping me and I tell her about the row, except I change the details so its some other random txt to some other randon burd. She takes connies side, I feel worse.
I get in from work and we have it out, everythings good. We kiss and make up. Happy again.
I feel baby kick today, which is re-assuring.
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