Deep Down Inside Of Me ~Prodigy Story~

'Paranoid'

~Months Later~

Char,

"Well here, try this one" Prod tosses me one of his plain black t-shirts. 

I take off my shirt throwing it to his bed, "Do you have a white one?" 

"Yes, would you like a white one?"

"Wait let me try this one first"

Prod stood there watching me put on his shirt which was big of course, that was the purpose. 

"I hate big shirts" I whine adjusting it on my shoulders.

"Well you don't wanna hide it then. It's up to you, I don't care if you hide it or not"

"That's because you're not in school with me"

"I still wouldn't care. What will you do when it's too big to hide?"

I sigh and place my hands around my 3 month and a half pregnant belly. Honestly Im still in shock. I never meant for this to happen, at least not right now. 

"Do you think people will talk about me?"

"Do you care if people talk about you? Im sure you've seen at least one pregnant girl at your college"

"Actually.. I haven't"

"Damn what kinda college do you go to.." Prod puts the other shirt back into his drawer. "you'll be iight"

"Im not sure if I wanna show it yet"

"Your choice" He lays across his bed looking at me while I stared down.

"Im gonna hide it"

He just nods in reply...

I walk over to the bed and the plain was to get on top of him but since the baby was now showing I didn't wanna injure it in anyway, therefore I laid on my back beside him. 

"You could've laid on top of me ya know"

"Yea, I just don't wanna hurt the baby"

"Have you seen a doctor?"

I shake my head, "No, I don't go unless I need to. I hate hospitals"

"Do you think I'll be a good...dad?" 

"Maybe"

"Maybe? You're not encouraging me any"

"I think you will"

"Are you gonna move in with me?"

"..No"

"Why not?"

"We're not married"

"But we'll have a baby soon"

"And?"

"And it would be great if I could wake up with you beside me and my child be here also"

"I don't wanna move out of my house yet"

"Can I move in with you?" 

After I didn't answer, Prod sat up and looked at me curiously.

"Char what's wrong?"

"...Nothing. I just don't think Im ready to.. ya know, live together"

"Why?"

"It's just something Im not ready to do" I soon join him, sitting up and looking down

"Do you trust me?"

"This has nothing to do with trust, Im just not ready to do it"

"Well then the baby can live with me"