SAMCRO IMAGINE BOOK (complete)

"I'm pregnant, not terminally ill."

I rubbed my forehead listening to my baby daddy rant on and on about safety, and other ordeals that I should be more cautious with.

"I'm pregnant, not terminally ill." I say dropping my hand

"I know you are. I made you pregnant" he says

"then don't treat give me things I need to do and not do as if I was sickly or something." I say

"I'm just being cautious" he says

"I get that you're wanting to be that I really do. but your acting like I've got nine months to live and not be pregnant" I say

"then how do you suppose you'd go bout this pregnancy?" he asked

"eat right, extersise, don't stress or risk misscarrying. not over do things" I say

"basically what I was telling you in a round about way" he says

"okay" I say

"so your due in nine months?" he asked

"no in six" I replied before I started rubbing my belly.

"oh... right duh" he says 

I smiled 

"we good now?" I asked

"yeah" he says 

"wanna come grab a bite to eat with me?" I asked

"sure... um we taking your car right?" he asked

"yeah cause I cant ride a Harley while pregnant its not good" I say

"I knew that" he says

I knew he was nervous and all Heck I am too. but I want to treat this like it was a life sentence and when my pregnancy was up my life would be over.