Brady logged out of his iPad because he found out I was reading all of his shit. He found out because I confronted him about the conversation he and Hunter had been having about me. After he initially told Hunter and they talked about it respectfully for a little bit (aside from Brady saying, “I think she’s lying”), Hunter said, “Good job locking that down forever, bro. She can’t leave you now, haha.”
To which Brady said, “She will still leave if she wants.”
And Hunter said, “And bankrupt you along the way.”
Excuse me? Fucking bankrupt him? What kind of gold digger do they think I am? And I’m not a “that” you can lock down. I continued reading.
“Exactly. I can’t believe I am in this situation. I’m pretty sure she planned this. She isn’t even upset,” Brady said.
Hunter sent a .gif of a baby crying. “I know it’s hard, but you have to learn the art of pulling out, bro.”
Brady didn’t reply to that.
A few days later, Hunter texted Brady saying, “Have you told [Brady’s mom’s name] yet?” Either I never noticed or they just started calling their parents by their first names.
“Not yet. I’m not in a hurry to tell her. This isn’t going to elevate her opinion of Reese, that’s for sure.”
When Brady got home from work, I immediately laid into him. I couldn’t help myself.
“I can’t believe you think I got pregnant on purpose and I’m going to bankrupt you. I mean, really? Do you think I need any-fucking-thing from you? I’ll gladly take my baby and never speak to you again,” I said.
Brady looked at me like he was confused before realizing that I’d been reading through his messages. “Reese, I respect your privacy and I’d appreciate if it was reciprocated.”
“And please tell me more about your mom’s opinion of me. I love how her opinion of me will change, not her own fucking son who got me pregnant!”
“She will be disappointed in both of us, Reese. I don’t care what she thinks though so it is fine.”
“Obviously you do otherwise you wouldn’t have brought it up!” I screamed.
Brady had the nerve to roll his eyes. “Stop shouting at me. Going through my private messages and speaking to me like this is disrespectful.”
Okay, true. But still. And the next morning when I checked, Brady had logged out of his iPad so I lost access to everything. Which I guess I deserve.
Other than that, Brady and I have not really spoken about my pregnancy at all. And he hasn’t even touched me. He’s been working super late, usually until 9 or 10pm. I thought he’d at least try to come early to his pregnant girlfriend. It’s okay though because I’ve been busy at work too.
There’s a girl I hate. Okay, I guess I don’t hate her, but she really annoys me. Everything at work is super manual – all of our reports are done in Excel and Google Sheets which I’m not used to and I’m trying to make more automated.
A woman who owns one of the reports, Connie, emailed me to let me know that I’d left some of the required fields blank on the report and I needed to fix it. She also copied Mike. I went back in and put in some estimated numbers and she replied all, “My calculations are coming up different. Will you check your numbers and re-enter them?”
Wait, why did she have time to check my work? We went back and forth for several emails, all with Mike attached. He messaged me to stop by his office and when I did, he fucking shouted at me, “Would you figure out this report with Connie? The back and forth is ridiculous and I’m sick of seeing it!”
I messaged Connie so we could talk about it offline, but she didn’t reply and she wasn’t at her little cubicle when I stopped by. But then when I re-sent the report she said, “This still isn’t correct. Will you double check?” I was ready to kill her and now she’s on my shit list for creating all the drama.
I forgot Brady and I invited people over for Cinco de Mayo until Lola texted me on Saturday asking if she needed to bring anything. So I spent all of Saturday grabbing stuff to make frozen margaritas and Mexican inspired appetizers. I was mostly excited to see Lola since it’d been a while since we hung out last.
It didn’t occur to me that people would want to know why I wasn’t drinking.
“Where’s your margarita?” Lola asked, gesturing to my glass of lemon water.
“Oh, I’m way too hungover from last night to drink,” I quickly said. I was not ready to break the news to Lola yet.
“Really? What’d you do?” It’s like she knew I was lying.
“I drank all day and then we went out. Just to the bar around the corner. So what’s going on with Kellen?”
That got her off my back. She told me about how Kellen is focusing on his music and they haven’t hung out much.
“It’s totally fine though because work is busy and I’m talking to someone else,” she explained.
“That’s fast! Who is it?”
“You can meet him soon. Let’s do Barry’s Bootcamp and day drink next weekend,” Lola suggested.
I nodded yes even though I wouldn’t be able to participate in the day drinking part.
Sydney showed up. She had her hair up in a high pony and wore tight workout clothes and no makeup. She followed Brady around the apartment all day, which I noticed because I was watching Brady the whole time. He didn’t hang out with me until he was good and drunk.
“Thanks for making all the food. Everyone keeps talking about how good it is,” Brady said, scooping up some of my not very authentic Mexican spinach dip.
My normal m.o. would be to say something snarky back, but I couldn’t even think of anything. “Of course.”
“Are you having a good time even though you can’t…drink?” He looked over his shoulder, knowing that we weren’t telling people about my being pregnant yet.
“I mean, I guess it’s fine. Luckily I like most people here.”
Sydney came and found me as I was putting out more chips.
“How have you been, Reese? Your hair is so long and shiny. What do you use in it? It looks amazing!” she said.
You know how people will give you a ton of compliments just to make conversation? That’s clearly what Sydney was doing. Especially since she has long and shiny hair as well. But hey, a compliment is a compliment.
“Thanks! I like to use hair masks. I use all different ones, but my favorite one is by Ouai. Do you want me to send you the link?” I said back.
She nodded excitedly.
A few hours later, it had started to get dark and our crowd dwindled to just Connor and Owen (Brady’s doctor friends) and of course, Sydney. I cleaned up all of the food and mess and then joined the group to see when they’d be leaving.
“She is not going to be president,” Brady said, shaking his head.
“I know she won’t be next year because she isn’t old enough, but she is our best chance for a female president since Hillary Clinton,” Sydney said.
“She’s a minority female socialist who is a former bartender. I’m sorry, but that is not who this country elects to be it’s president,” Brady explained.
“You sound like such a privileged and sexist white man. I didn’t realize you were like that,” she said.
So she was falling out of love with my boyfriend – a good sign that she will stop coming around.
“I’m not saying I agree with it at all. I’m just stating the facts,” Brady said.
Sydney huffed and crossed her arms.
“Does anyone want any food to go?” I cut in.
On Monday, Mike sent me out to check on a project. He was in a pissy mood and shouted, “Make sure those idiots know they are behind!”
I got to the site and the first person I saw was Brendan, wearing a tool belt and Workman boots. They were so far behind on the project that even Brendan was jumping in to help. Normally he just works on the business side. He looked so good in the tool belt.
“Hey, here to help?” he greeted me with a smile. He walked over to me so I wouldn’t have to walk around the construction area in my heels.
“Mmhm,” I smiled, surprisingly happy to see him since it had been a few weeks.
“How are you? How was Paris and stuff?” Brendan was standing way too close to me. I could smell his Le Labo Santal 33.
“Paris was absolutely amazing. I’ll have to show you pictures.”
“I would love that.”
We were flirting and I needed to get out of there. Especially because I didn’t know when I’d start spontaneously puking again.
“Mike sent me here to check the progress here. How’s everything going?” I asked.
Brendan looked around at the scene of construction/destruction behind him. “It’s coming along. There were some hiccups two weeks ago so we’re behind, but things are moving steadily now.”
“When do you think you’ll be finished?” I said and he looked back at me. “Mike wants to know.”
“We are probably still a few weeks away.”
“How about end of next week? Can it be done by then?”
Brendan rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his boots. “I’m not sure. I can’t call anymore of my guys over because they are working on another project. Can I give you an update toward the end of the week?”
I felt bad coming in demanding stuff from him when clearly he was trying hard for us.
“Of course. And thank you for digging in and getting your hands dirty. It’s rare to see a CEO do that.” I touched Brendan’s forearm for emphasis and he smiled at me. “Is the bathroom under construction also?”
I was happy that all of the sawing and construction noises drowned out the sounds of me throwing up. And now I’ve begun carrying oral care in my bag so when I do puke during the day I can clean myself up after.
Happy Mother’s Day, y’all!