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twenty three

Jo

Five months.

I can't believe it's already been five months. It feels like only yesterday I finished with the procedure with Dr. Brennan, and now my baby bump is becoming a lot more noticeable.

"I like to think that your baby will come out like you and not like Harry," Beanie cooed as she spoke to my stomach, something she loved to do for some odd. "Isn't that right, little Jo?"

"Be quiet, Beanie, he might hear you," I scolded her, cautiously looking out the kitchen doorway to where Harry was sitting on the couch, completely transfixed on watching some weird show on Lifetime network.

Ever since that day at my sister's I just kind of... felt bad for him.

There's no better way to describe it -- it was like I would have this constant pain in my chest the closer I came to the baby's due date.

What if my sister's right? What if he doesn't even care? He probably doesn't anyway.

"Yeah but I hope the baby turns out like me so it can continue to bother you even after I'm gone," I heard Harry snicker, and I guess he wasn't so focused on his show but was rather listening to our conversation.

And I swear I knew that my sister was right.

Harry doesn't care; He never has, and he never will.

He should have said something sooner so I would have known for sure a long, long time ago. It's hard to detach yourself from someone who you've grown used to having around.

"Beanie, do you mind watching my food on the stove? I need to go to the bathroom." I quickly stood up from my seat, not waiting for her to answer as I scurried up the stairs, entering the nursery.

The room was hardly put together, something we -- I mean, I -- would have to do soon. As I shut the door behind myself, I made my way in to the closet, pulling out one of the boxes I haven't opened since I arrived in the house.

I broke the seal, the familiar smell wafting out of the box as I reached inside. The first thing my hand grasped was an old picture frame, a sense of nostalgia washing over me as I looked at the glossy cover.

A bride and a groom --

"That's a nice picture."