The first day I met Sam I told him I was pregnant.
I had never been so interested in someone I hadn’t felt any attraction to but Sam caught my ear the first day I had heard he was hired. I had heard he was gay and I hoped that he would be understand toward my sexuality as well, as I had met a few other people with an “abnormal” sexuality but many had seemed to be very fake and attention whore-ish. -.- (And yes, if I ever had this publish I would include the smiley.) I also knew he was around my age and very intelligent. God was this a relief, I already knew I wanted to be friends with him. He also played various instruments and had a well sought after voice and with perfect pitch, he could go far with his voice. I have always had such a love for people who preformed in which I could not musically. I had also never knew anyone who was color blind before I met Sam.
I hadn’t gotten to see Sam until after he started training and that first fucking day, I remember he had gotten his lunch, which I made because I’m always the dressing table bitch, and he had gone to the back to the break room to eat. I had gotta an alarming text from my ex-fiance, who I was roughly 3 months pregnant with his child and made an escape to the break room for a quick text back. I don’t think I was visibly upset to anyone else because no one had asked but Sam did, as if he absolutely knew something was wrong. I pretty much had no reason to trust him but I did. Sam is a pretty innocent, friendly and lovable person or I’m just gullible to him. So even tho I was hesitant and hadn’t even told my mother, I had told Sam I was pregnant. It was such a relief to be able to tell someone I felt I could trust and would not judge me. Only Satan knows why I trust Sam and thank god I did.
Must sleep, more hopefully tomorrow. ^^
