Shopping (Naomira)

Aimee had just got done eating some huge meal at some little small shop when she decided she'd shop and walk some of it off. Nowadays, it seemed like all she did was eat and sleep, and if she wasn't doing either of those, she was yelling at Dylan or crying for no apparent reason. With adult life, comes money and privileges, she had very few bills to pay and she didn't have anyone to provide for. As she entered a shop, a clothe's shop from the looks of it, she allowed her feet to carry her.

She ended up in the baby aisle, picking out little dresses and pants suits, cooing over the adorableness of them both. Her abdomen protruded ever so slightly. She knew it was because she was so stick thin, but it made her look like she was farther alone. Every morning, she'd wake up and look at her stomach in the mirror groaning just a little. however, now that she was looking at the teeny clothes she'd be able to fit little Squirt into in a couple of months, her heart fluttered and she grew excited.

She grabbed a basket and filled it up with a bunch of cute unisex clothes before searching through cribs, strollers and other accessories. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She's have her own little mini-her or maybe he or she would look like Dylan. She smiled at the thought and rubbed her little belly. As she turned the corner to go back to the clothes to gather some more, she almost ran into someone. "Oh! I'm so sorry." she exclaimed backing up rather quick.

She was fine, Squirt was fine, Squirt was actually better than fine because he, she, it was cushioned in fat and liquids that protected it from almost all dangers countable. "I'm okay," she assured the lady before returning the question. A part of her mind still thinking about all the baby clothes she'd chosen. She figured the first year or so the child wouldn't cost too much money and even if it did, her and Dylan both had good jobs, however, what happened when she had it? Would they allow Dylan to cover her classes or would they allow the child to classes with her? It's not like the thing would cry, in all honesty, it'd probably sleep and she'd have a chance between classes to feed it really quick.

The thought of being the mother of a tiny being still scared the crap out of her. She suddenly felt uncomfortable with being here in this store, with the little basket of baby clothes and this lady standing in front of her. What if she'd see this woman again? What if she knew who she was and spread the fact that she's pregnant to everyone. Aimee, suddenly had to urge to cry, but she fought back her tears and her arms covered her stomach. To the stranger, it'd just look like a sign of protection, but to her, it was a sign of her clinging onto the thing that ruined her life the most.

"Uhm, my name's Aimee and because you know that, I'm no longer a stranger." she smiled a little smile so the lady knew she wasn't being sarcastic or anything but genuine. It hadn't been her wish to come off the way she probably did. She probably came off as careless and then overprotective, but she was neither of those. Her mind flashed to Dylan. She needed to be with him right now, but he was at work and would be for quite a few more hours. She needed a friend to take her shopping and to confide in. She had Dylan and he was a lot of help, sure, but he wasn't always there and he wasn't female.