(Song: The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift)

BELLE

I did not even know I was crying seeing Brandon care for the doll like it was a real baby. Our unborn baby would be lucky to have him as her father. Yes, I'm still hellbent on believing that I was carrying a girl. Telling him about my pregnancy would be after the show as I'd decided before now.

And what are we now? I asked myself. I was yet to come to terms of our relationship at this point. I wasn't mad at him anymore nevertheless ...