trueloveskid | (no subject)

Her days have started to look mostly the same. She's still on the morning shift at the diner (which is fine, she likes being home with Neal in the evening), but she doesn't even really need to set an alarm anymore. It never fails, 6am rolls around and she's running for the bathroom. It doesn't matter what she ate the night before; every morning, like clockwork, she's making friends with the toilet.

She's so tired all the time too, and she can't even have coffee to wake up. Her one consolation right now is that she can eat whatever she wants.

The first thing she does when she gets home after work is go to take a shower. There are so many food smells clinging to her clothes, and to her skin, and she needs to be rid of them. She puts on something more comfortable – stretchy pants and one of Neal's t-shirts – and plops on the couch to wait for him to get home. Her belly is starting to grow larger and she's going to need to go shopping for some maternity clothes soon. How are they going to afford that?

She closes her eyes while waiting for him to get home. She's not even halfway through yet. It's going to be a long six more months.

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Neal had already begun to figure out the details concerning money while Emma fought with her body's natural reactions to pregnancy. He began saving a little bit of his funds in a separate account just for the kid and began to eat a little bit less at lunch to save the few dollars that he could each day.

He kept a bottle of water in the bathroom for Emma and he tried to keep it cold for when she was having bouts of sickness. He'd read that there was medicine she could get but they didn't have the money for it.

Coming home he pops his headphones out of his ears and slides everything but his keys into the pockets of his coat. As the door pushed open he greeted Emma with a smile. Even if she wasn't happy to see him, he'd always be happy to see her. He hung up his jacket and set down his bag and keys before taking a seat next to her on the couch. His palm instinctively goes to her stomach as if protectively covering it.

"Hey, how was your day? You feeling okay?" He was tired, there were now noticeable bags under his eyes but Neal didn't really care. Emma was more important than losing a little bit of sleep.