Couldn't stop shaking...what Bashar going to think? I heard the front door open, I opening the bathroom door grabbing the pregnancy test hiding it behind my back.
"Wassup baby" he said about to grab me into a big, I mugged back smiling. "I got a surprise for you" I responded chuckling nervously a little.
He grinned putting his keys down and taking his money out his pockets. "What you got baby girl?" he asked leaning on the couch unzipping his jacket.
I pulled out the pregnancy test giving it to him. "I found out today cause I've been getting the symptoms lately and been thinking about baby names-".
"Tell me this shit wrong"
"Huh?"
"Tell me this shit wrong"
"What you mean?"
"You told me you was up on plan b shorty-"
"I was-I swear but hear me out-I've been thinking about-"
"Ain't shit to think about when you found out?"
"...today-are you ok-?"
"Good-it ain't to late-put some shoes on-"
"What you mean-?"
"You not keeping that baby shorty". My heart dropped for a second...is he serious. "No I want to keep the baby" I responded? stepping back. "Then go get pregnant by somebody else cause you not having my child. Go put some fucking shoes on"
"Baby I want to keep them-"
"Go put some shoes on!" he yelled startling me.
I stood still with my eyes beginning to get watery. "No...I want to keep them-". He grabbed my neck backing me on the wall.
"Go out yo fucking shoes for I smhack the fuck out yo ass"
"...no-"
"You want me to punch yo stomach shorty?". I mugged him back rubbing my eyes heading to the back room.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ
𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱 1:08 𝘱.𝘮 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 8, 2020 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥
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