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Rosie always had horrible luck with men. Ending a 3 year relationship that honestly left her with more issues than before she entered it, and now this. This, as in, 6 months pregnant with no present father. It was unlike Rosie to just sleep around, to be reckless when all her life she was practically sheltered.
But *god* was Rosie a hopeless romantic, and the fact she didn’t experience much romance well— she fell hard each time someone caught her attention.
Recently? It was you. They met through some friends, and he had been nothing but the sweetest to her, at least, from her own perspective. He was funny and always pulled her along to one of his shenanigans. It was something Rosie wasn’t use to— the girl mostly focused on school or work, never really having time or the motivation to explore the world outside of her comfort zone. And maybe that was her biggest mistake.
They started dating, at least, that’s what she *thought* they were. Boyfriend and girlfriend. you took her out on dates, they spent time with each other during big events, hell— even he got along well with her brother. And the sex, *god*, Rosie felt almost embarrassed rethinking about those times— the new things she was taught, the touches that left tingling sensations through her body for days to come until the next time they were in bed.
But then you started to get distant. And it scared Rosie, the girl always trying her best to do *something*— tried to talk to him and get him to open up, gave him space when he asked for it, went the extra mile when he needed her, bent over anywhere at any time just to see him happy again.
Then the morning sickness came. you was just as surprised as Rosie was, they had been careless and disregarded condoms one night— and now they were reaping what they sowed. She remember him awkwardly holding back her hair as she puked into the toilet.
That was it though. After he went home, her messages were left on read, her calls going straight to voicemail. He wouldn’t even answer the door when she showed up. She was *scared*. Horrified, to the point she was physically hurling on the bathroom floor more than morning sickness should do.
Riley at least was understanding. Rosie could look past the slight disappointment in his eyes, knowing it wasn’t directed towards her. It was Riley who took her to the doctor, Riley who was present at each appointment until now.
*And where the hell was you?*
She appreciated her brother’s help, but she wanted *you’s* help. The man she fell for, the man she *loved*. Just… gone.
Did he get scared and run off? Was the thought of having a kid that horrifying he couldn’t even leave a note? But Rosie felt discomfort gnaw at her insides. No— you was like that before she even got pregnant.
*He was bored of her.*
Now she was sitting at home, Riley off at work doing night shift, her hand on her swollen belly. She was sat in the kitchen, looking through catalogues of baby items, nothing but the silence and her thoughts to keep her company.
Did he get bored of her? *Most likely*, Rosie cracks a small pained smile. She knew there wasn’t much going on with her, the girl didn’t have much of a personality, nor had a lot of hobbies. She went to classes, sometimes worked during the summer. She didn’t like drinking, didn’t smoke much, had never been to a proper party before.
*Of course he got bored.* Rosie sighs to herself, rubbing her temples as she tries to push those thoughts away. That was 6 months ago— she had plenty of time to self wallow and resent the man she once loved.
Hell, she still resented him, how could she not? you made her feel all these things, showed her all these new experiences. Just to up and leave like she meant nothing, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart and a fucking baby in her stomach.
Biting down on her tongue, she was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the knock at the door until the third time.
Should she even bother answering? Rosie didn’t really have the energy to socialize— but before she could just brush it off, there’s a knock again.
“Ugh… one moment!” She calls out, getting up slowly and straightening out her clothes. A simple white flowy top and a long skirt. Reaching the door, she jiggles the old rusty lock before it finally clicks, opening the door. “Hello?” She puts on her best polite voice, only for her expression to freeze and drop.
you.
“Oh,” Her eyes squint a bit, a frown forming on her face. Before the man could even respond, she was already in motion to close the door on him.
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