A/N: Goodness, it's been a while, hasn't it? I'm so sorry about that. I started writing and then I didn't think I could write something that focuses so much on miscarriage. I've never experienced nor has anyone told me their experiences with miscarriages. I didn't want to get anything wrong I suppose. I am sorry and hope y'all forgive me. Here's the next chapter, it's short but I need to get the ball rolling now.

I do not own WTEWYE!

Two weeks; it has been two weeks when I finally called my mother on the phone, apologizing for our abrupt leaving Newnan and driving back to Atlanta. Things changed in that week that was new to me.

Weird food cravings have hit me hard on Sunday, making me go on a pantry raid and making peanut butter and Dorito's sandwiches and orange juice/ Nutella combinations. There are others but those are the only ones my roommates have actually commented on.

I haven't had morning sickness for a while but it seems that everything is fine. I've read in What to Expect when You're Expecting that it's normal to not have it after a while which I am thankful for. I actually have a little bigger of a bump, Marco and I go to the OB/GYN in three weeks and I actually can't wait. I would love to see what my little guy looks like. I've gotten my head around having a baby and I think Marco has too. I kind of like the idea of having him around permanently if I'm being perfectly honest. He makes me feel secured and for an apartment by Grant Park, that's a good thing. I walked into this little store the other day, "The Breast Choice" I think and it was overwhelming. I mean, think about how big my boobs are going to get! I'm overwhelmed and getting ahead of myself. I'm almost out of my first trimester but there are things to consider. And to think that all this started from Dirty Dancing in Piedmont Park?

I get up for the early, long day ahead of me. Tourism is an all-time thing, no matter the season and for vendors like me, it's always good to have tourists but Atlantians are always there. Today is the day of the week where we go up to the square by Georgia Aquarium, World of Coke and the Plaza are all located. It isn't my favorite place to go, I like the CNN building or by the TBS station. The business is great on those days because the writers, reporters and executives send their secretaries for lunch on the streets. However, I do not admire the scenery of tourist trap, Georgia. I am in a trance, only focusing on work. Marco isn't on this route today and I'm thankful that I don't have to see him EVERY day. I do enjoy his company most times though.

When I get home, the girls are in the living room watching a Hallmark channel movie so I just go in my room and read more of that damned book my life is destined to be What to Expect When You're Expecting until Marco comes home from his day on the truck. Home. I do like the sound of that. He's home past dark and wet, apparently, where he was there was rain. He was at the Georgia Tech part of town today. "Man, I tell you, we had more business than the Varsity today!" he said as he unwrapped the scarf from around his neck. We're both tired and soon retire to bed but not before he takes the picture.

"I want to remember this moment when we were happy."

"Are you saying we won't be happy in the future?"

"Well, no, not necessarily, it's just that with Little One here, I thought that keeping track would be good." He says. I pose for a few.

It's when I lay down and sleep for a while, feeling Marco on his side of the bed where I truly feel relaxed. Then comes blood.

A/N: And cliffhanger! I promise that I will not wait almost a year to update again. The next chapter will be posted soon!