Isabella was pushing it on this whole picking an apartment thing. It was getting too close to her due date. She knew she couldn't bring a baby home to this little bitty flat. It was hardly big enough for her and Wyatt when he was around, especially not with her as big as a house. But the honest truth was that Izzy was procrastinating. She didn't want to make this decision herself. Maybe it was the hormones, but she didn't want to move by herself. She didn't want to be a single mother. It was upsetting, she was just better at hiding things than most people.
Spread out on the couch were piles and piles of pamphlets for flats around the area. Propped up on her stomach was a tub of Ben & Jerry's. Izzy was spread out in her pjs flipping through different ones, not really deciding on anything, just looking. She huffed, digging out a spoonful of ice cream. This whole thing was a load of rot!