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so bad after all.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    Karen
     
    “I am eight months pregnant, my nose is huge, my ankles are huge, and my bladder belongs to somebody else.”
    My mother looked up from her reading and laughed. “I did that a couple of times. You will be alright in four weeks. Everything will go back to its normal size, except the bags under your eyes.”
    “I can’t believe they sent you work to do,” Shauna said, looking at the papers strewn across my shelf of a belly. “That is against the maternity laws.”
    “I went to them pregnant,” I had to remind Shauna. “They took me on anyway and these are more boring than taxing.”
    The sound of a car driving up outside made everyone silent. My mother had that mutinous expression on her face and Shauna was grinning in anticipation. George had promised to stop by today to check up on me and to bring me baby gifts from his family.
    Understandably, they were not too keen on befriending me, but they did acknowledge that I was carrying their family member. All my frustration from the past two months came back full force. I barely got to see the man I loved. He only called to check up on his baby. Today he was going to get the shock of his life, because he did not know that my mother had decided to come to Mandeville for the birth and he would actually be meeting her.
    “I’ll get it.” Shauna jumped up from the settee to answer the door. She had never seen George and was anticipating the meeting.
    “Wow,” Shauna said at the door. She held it open and stood in the same spot.
    “What is it?” I was craning my neck to see the door.
    “You are fine,” Shauna said breathlessly.
    George grinned.
    “Oh, puddle at your feet.” Shauna rolled her eyes. “No wonder the girl lost her head.”
    “You are Shauna,” George held out his free hand, he had a bag in the other.
    Shauna nodded. “You are George.”
    My mother cleared her throat from the living room and Shauna allowed George to come in.
    “Good evening.” He looked at me and I drew in my breath. Was it possible that I loved him a little more each time I saw him?
    “Hi,” I replied. I could not stop drinking him in.
    My mother cleared her throat again. George looked over at her, breaking his stare with mine or rather my mound of a belly.
    “Good evening Ma’am,” he said politely.
    "George, that is my mother, Ruth Paisley."
    “Hello, Mrs. Paisley.” George smiled and my mother held out a work-worn hand to him.
    “So we finally meet.” They shook hands, and he sat across from her putting the bag at his feet.
    “I come with gifts.” He turned to me, and my heart did that fluttery thing that it always did when he looked at me with his chocolate-brown eyes. “Since you did not want to know what sex the baby was I come bearing all different colours and things for male or female.”
    Shauna grinned and sat across from him. “Are you in agreement with the names Karen chose?” She asked George.
    George shrugged. “George Junior or Georgette. It’s fine with me.”
    “Will it cause a mix-up at your house though?” Shauna asked innocently. “You being George, when your wife calls you, your son will come or vice versa.”
    Ruth got up with her book, a pained look on her face. “I feel a headache coming on,” she said, heading for Karen’s room.
    Shauna grinned as she passed and looked back at George, who seemed unaffected by her question. “We could always call him Junior. Georgette would not be a problem.”
    Shauna got up lazily and headed for her room. “Let me leave you two ex -lovebirds to talk.”
    I was wondering how George’s wife felt about me. I never got the chance to ask George anything these days. He kept his conversation strictly about the baby. I wanted to know if she sent any of the clothes in the bag. If she did, I didn’t want them. All I wanted was George.
    I looked over at him. “Do you want something to drink?”
    “No,” he said, shaking his head.
    Do you love me? I