Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Thirty-Three
Pregnancy Brain
I blinked the sleep away from my eyes, a yawn leaving my lips. Stiles woke me up last night, trying to get me to join him in pranking Coach last night. Of course I said no, I needed my sleep more than anything right now.
No matter how much sleep I got, it was never enough. I felt like I was being drained of energy with the visions, the journals, school, and my babies. It was all too much. I let out a groan, wiping a hand over my eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them.
My phone dinged, lighting up on my bedside table. Clumsily, I reached for it, clicking it on. I smiled as I read over the text message.
From Scott: Good morning :)
I love his good morning texts, they always make my morning so much better.
To Scott: good morning XX
I tossed my phone back on the bed, standing up to get ready for school. Today was Halloween, yay. I was just bummed that I couldn't party like I usually did. Last year Danny and I went to this gay club, it was his first time going to one, so we went together. Going to the clubs was supposed to be tradition, but clearly fate had other plans for me.
Walking over to my closet, I groaned in discomfort. My back has been hurting lately and I think it's due to my bed being too soft. If it was up to me, I'd be staying at Scott's house every night, his bed is perfect.
Unfortunately, my dad is worried I'll get pregnant again or something. I mean, the worst has already happened, what more could go wrong?
Being nineteen weeks pregnant sucked. My belly was huge now, and I hated knowing that it would only get bigger. I also didn't fit in any of my old pants so I had to wear either leggings or the pants with bands at the top, they were ugly.
Since I didn't feel like dressing up today, I threw on one of Scott's grey hoodies that had a maroon beacon hills lacrosse logo on the front and his number on the back. I paired it with leggings and my tennis shoes.
I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and brushed my teeth, not bothering to do my makeup or anything.
My reflection stared back at me with tired eyes and I sighed. I hated feeling so tired. I tilted my head at my reflection, my gaze falling to my stomach.
Even through the baggy sweatshirt, which would usually be two sizes too big for me, you could see my belly. I turned to the side, lifting my shirt up.
