So the doctor came back with the results.
"Mr. Young you are............Not the father."
Me and Roc screamed I stood on the chair and started twerking. "Hell yea nigga!!"
"W-well who is it?"
"Joesph Martin. Sorry ma'am." We walked out.
She was too stunned to move.
"How shall we celebrate?" Roc was giving me a piggy back.
"Mmm, you know what sounds good?"
"Haha, no, Some hot cheetos, pickles, cheese and peanut butter. With milk. Mmmmmm."
"Your lactose and tolerant to dairy."
"I know but I just craavvee for it so bad."
When we got home I went to the kitchen. Roc was using the bathroom. I rushed to the trash can and threw up.
"Babe, do we need to get you checked out?"
"Nah," I wipped my mouth and stuck hot cheetos in my pickle and drizzled can cheese on it and put a spoon full of peanut butter on it and ate it. "Mmmmm, paradise. Want some?"
"Eh, no. Do we have some left over pregnancy test in the cabinet?"
"I think why?"
"I think your pregnant."
"Me, pregnant?" I chuckled.
"Think about it. The cravings, sudden throwing up. We having another little one running around."
"Welp lets see." I ate the last of my pickle supreme and went to the bathroom. I peed on the stick and me and Roc waited.
"Imma be so excited if we have another baby!" Roc said
"Double the trouble!" I said
"Surprisingly she's not that bad." Roc said
"Yet." We chuckled.
"If so she's gonna be bad like you." Roc said
"who said its gonna be a girl?"
"If its a boy he gone be a pervert like you."
"You love this pervert."
I kissed him. "You know I do." I grabbed his collar bringing him to my level and I kissed him passionately. He grabbed my butt. We had a tongue war. Ainr we just a freaky ass couple? Haha. The pregnancy test beeped.
"Positive!!" We jumped for joy.
When I woke up all I saw was the twins in bed. Wheres Ashley? I went to grab my phone and I noticed a note.
Babe went to handle some business. Tired of this basic chicks ruining everyones lives. Like im so tired. She went way to far. -Sincerely a good girl gone bad.♥
What to do, what to do! Can't leave the twins. Call some one Prince.
I called Ray.
"Ray?" He sounded hurt.
"Is you coo?"
"Nah RJ hit my dick with hit toy hammer."
"Ouch sorry dude, nevermind. Feel better."