It had been nearly three months since her husband had passed away. Waving good bye to the last of her students, she sat there in silence inside her piano studio. The apartment was so quiet now that the life had gone out of it. Yena had no desire now to ever perform on stage again now that her husband had passed away, and neither would she have the time with the new baby coming. A part of her didn't even know if she wanted to keep the baby anymore. The child might be better off with two parents raising her on a higher income than she was getting. Her main source of income had been through performances, but they took out so much of her time, she wouldn't have been focused on raising a child. "You're such a pain." She murmured as she glanced at her swollen stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to move back in with her parents for a time being. With some difficulty, Yena struggled out of her chair glancing at the picture resting on the book shelf. It had been when she had been about five months pregnant, it was also one of the last pictures they took before her husband had passed away. Shutting the door firmly behind her, Yena promised herself she wouldn't cry. On the kitchen counter unopened envelopes sat there, bearing news of unpaid taxes. Honestly, she had no idea how to pay taxes or how to do anything with finances. Yena had never had too. Her husband had always been the one to pay without fail.
Walking into the bathroom, she got changed, memories of him engulfing her being at even the smallest sights. When he had first passed on, she had lost all desire to live, and if it weren't for the baby, she didn't think she would have kept going. Changing out of her dark clothing, Yena paired a simple pink sweater with a heavy wool skirt. With her belly so swollen, jeans often felt restricting and the cloth of her skirt could keep her warm through the snow and winter. Analyzing her appearance in the mirror, Yena realized she looked like a ghost of her past self. Her skin looked wane, dark bags drooped underneath her eyes and her eyes stared back hollowly, like too clouded pools and she had lost weight despite her enormous middle. Christmas was coming soon. This would be the first time she would spend the Christmas by herself since Yena had gotten married.
With a shake of her head, she banished those thoughts from her brain and grabbed her coat and purse, making sure all the stoves had been turned off. Taking a seat on the couch, Yena struggled to put on her snow boots. Normally, she would have had her hubby do it, but there was no one there for her now. Holding her breath and tucking her stomach in a little bit, she managed to get the zippers up. Inside, she could feel the baby kicking around, at first the flutters had terrified her, but overtime, Yena had gotten used to them. Locking the door securely behind her, she got into the car while holding onto her back. The baby's weight had increased adding on to the pressure and strain the lower half of her back felt. The drive back to her parents house was short, and the whole time there, memories flooded her. It had been a while. Passing a familiar house, Yena smiled. It had been Andrew's house. The pair had been friends since their childhood, but after college, they had lost in touch. "I wonder how he's doing..." She murmured to herself before getting out of the car and slowly making her way to her parents house.
Yena was greeted with a warm gust of air and her mother. "Yena! You've gotten so big since I last saw you! Come on in! Dinner's just started! You haven't eaten have you? You should take care of yourself more." Her mother's cheer was infectious as Yena was ushered into the kitchen for dinner. "We've got guests!" Her mother eagerly told her daughter as she lead her to the dining room.
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