Forced To Have The Bad Boys Baby (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

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"Get that one!" I say excitedly, pointing at a blue box. Samuel stares at it, scrunching his face up.

"That one looks weird," he grimaces, looking at me. I hum, nodding. "You're right...How about we get the black one, blue one, and pink and white one?" I ask, grabbing them anyways. A girl can never be so sure. I've got to take a lot of tests.

He smiles, finally agreeing with me. "Good because I am tired," I state dramatically, making him laugh. We've been in this isle for almost a half hour now, arguing about which boxes to pick.

I missed my period last week and I haven't been feeling well for the past two weeks, so I decided to get a test. I'm going to surprise Dmitri. He's been a bit stressed considering we're on thin waters.

Since I am an amazing person, I made Dmitri and his brother make up 2 weeks ago. I tried to get Samuel to live with us but he sadly declined. Guess he's staying at his own place and doesn't want to hear our, "lovemaking." Blah, blah, blah.

He's really funny to be honest. If he wasn't younger than me and if I didn't see him as a good friend, I would've probably dated him. It's nasty to think about now.

Dmitri and I have been going good. We've been trying for a baby for 3 weeks. If I'm not pregnant by this week, then I have to go to stupid jail. I really hope this comes out positive.

My wide eyes land on a big jar of Nutella. I run up to it with only one intention. "My love, it's been too long," I whisper, yanking it off of the shelf. I then turn to Samuel with a grin.

"Samuel Santos? You know I love you right? You would be the best if you bought me this," I say, smiling sweetly. He rolls his eyes and tells me to put it on the counter. "Thank you!!" I squeal, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.

Thirty minutes later, I'm sitting on a toilet, waiting for every test to show me the results. I'm scared.

"What does it say!?" Samuel yells from outside of the bathroom. I close my eyes, breathing in and out.

Now that it's actually happening, I don't think I'm ready to be a mom. I can't even take care of myself for Christ's sake. I don't know if I even want a child right now. Not like it matters...

Sucking in a sharp, heavy breath, I look at the tests sprawled across the counter.

Positive.

My fingers curl around one. I open the door, showing it to Samuel. He looks at me happily, smile disappearing once noticing I'm not as happy as him. I'm frowning and trying to keep my eyes away from the life changing test.

"What's wrong?" He asks quietly.  "I don't know if I'm ready to be a mother. I'm only 18 for crying out loud...I can't even take care of myself. Some days I find it too hard to get out of bed, Some days I find myself not eating anything and just drinking because I can't control my emotions. I can't have this baby now. I just can't..."

Tears prick my eyes. I wipe them away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him. I probably sound stupid.

"Sarahi, you are going to be an amazing mother. Better than all the mothers in the world, even mine. My mother never really cared about Dmitri and I...but you will love this child till the end of the world, or until you die of course," he says, cracking a small joke that makes me laugh lightly. He brushes away the lone tear on my cheek, sighing. "Don't convince yourself you're not ready because you are. You can do this."

I sniffle, nodding. I can do this. It's just a baby...a force you to wake up at three in the morning because they want to cry baby...

Yeah, I can try...

"So how do you plan on telling Dmitri?" Samuel asks. My brows knit together, eyes squinting. "Honestly, I have no clue. I want to surprise him in a cute way though."

We head over to the laptop Dmitri randomly bought me. He searches up, "cute ways to tell your boyfriend you're pregnant," making me laugh because first, he's not my boyfriend and second, who the hell said by getting fat?

Thankfully, there's one idea that catches my eye.

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"Babe? I'm home," Dmitri yells, slamming the door shut. Jeez. How does he always manage to be so loud?

I skip down the stairs only to see him with his hands rubbing his face. His blue orbs drift up to mine, a tiredness in them.

"Are you alright?" I ask curiously, tilting my head. He nods solemnly. "Yeah...just stressed. What if you don't get pregnant, Sarahi?" I copy his frown, adding a little razzle dazzle to my surprise.

"I don't know. What I do know, is that we shouldn't quit. Let's go," I tease, grabbing his hand. He smiles playfully, wiggles his eyebrows and picks me up. Oh this idiot!

Dmitri grins, throwing me on the bed lightly. He throws off his shirt before hovering over me. Our eyes meet automatically. I smile at his warm orbs.

"Ready?" He murmurs, tugging on my shirt. I put my arms up so he can slip it off. He freezes up quickly.

"You're pregnant?" He whispers, looking at the writing on my stomach. I shiver as his long fingers caress my skin.

I decided to go with writing on my stomach. I drew a bar that is 5% filled, as stated at the bottom, and put, "baby loading," on top of it.

"Yeah," I admit. "We're having a baby."

His lips curve up. He peppers my stomach with small kisses before coming to my face and kissing me hard. I moan quietly, liking the feeling.

Gently, we pull away. He falls on the bed beside me. Silence hits the air. It's a comfortable one. I like it.

"I love you," he whispers to himself, thinking I couldn't hear since he's turned away from me.

What?

Do I love him?