Meka had noticed it a few weeks earlier; slight weight gain, mood wings, nausea, and unfortunately sensitivity to strong odors and tastes. She hadn't been able to hide it from her classmates at the culinary school, they suggested she was pregnant before she even thought about it but from Sim, that was another thing. She didn't know how to approach it, didn't even know where to begin. She knew she had to tell him but he would probably have a nerd-o freak out and she just couldn't handle that. Her time was running out and she was starting to show; a little belly forming, she even had to take out her belly button ring. He didn't seem to notice anything was amiss though, even when she started wearing looser fitting clothes.
She appreciated when he attempted to cook for them, it was sweet but it set off her nausea like nothing else could. She felt bad about it and tried to make up for it by snuggling up to him after dinner.
She was quite content to spend another quiet night at home watching documentaries, almost falling asleep as he ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes flew open right away when he mentioned his mother. "Ugggh," she groaned. "Great, just what I need. She fuckin' hates me, she udoesn't think I'm good enough for you. Why does she bother with these torturous dinner invites?" she complained grumpily.
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