I need you

Chapter 23

Mari's POV :

It is now May. I'm now eight and a half months pregnant and I could pop any day now! It's kind of crazy!

A lot has happened since my exams. All of my friends have visited me at the same time. We spent a week together. I want to say "just like old times", but I wasn't pregnant and Moss wasn't part of our friend group back then. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

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Last month, I was thinking about the fact that Damian won't be there for the birth of our children. My mental health wasn't at its best and the pregnancy hormones weren't helping. I was in a very bad place and slipped up.

I cut myself for the first time in months.

I've been feeling better since, though I do try not to think about Damian too much.

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I miss him. A LOT. I really do.

I regularly catch myself daydreaming of him. Of all the good times we spent together. I decided to paint him one last time. It's still a work in progress though.

I'm not a 100% sure which names I'm going to go with yet. The kwamis have been giving me a lot of ideas. I'll decide when I first see them. I always ask myself what kind of names Damian would like. It has kind of become my number one criteria.

Papa has been hinting at different names. Not the kind of names I'm looking for.

My parents are more excited about the birth than I am. I have been looking up stories of births. It's scary how many things can go wrong. Tikki keeps reassuring me. Maman promises to be there every step of the way, but I'm still really stressed.

I'm bringing life into the world and the father doesn't even know! Why wouldn't I be?

I'm moving to Gotham in a few months and I hope to see my demon again. But then I remember that maybe he won't want to be in their lives. Maybe he has moved on. He probably has forgotten about me.

I hold the necklace he gave me in the palm of my hand. I haven't taken it off since the class left. I squeeze it whenever I miss him. So maybe five times a day...

I kiss it before letting go of it.

I hear someone knock on my trapdoor.

Mari : Come in!

Papa emerges with three plates of food, followed closely by maman carrying the glasses, the cutlery and a bottle of water. They set it down on a table they had set up so I don't have to leave my room to much.

Papa : Who's hungry?

Marinette's stomach grumbles.

Mari : Perfect timing, as always!

We start eating our food. They made my favorite.

Mari : It's sooooo good! Thank you!

I can feel a tear run down my cheek.

Maman : Oh Marinette...

She hugs me tightly.

Mari : I'm not sure why I'm crying. Fricking pregnancy hormones!

Maman giggles at that.

We spent the rest of the evening in my room. We played UMSIII and watched a movie. At some point, I must have fallen asleep, cause when I woke up, I was in my bed. I could barely see a thing. It took my eyes. A few minutes to adjust to the darkness. I can feel one of the babies shifting.