𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝘿𝙮𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙧

TWELVE

Laying on my bed I was scrolling through Instagram, the iMessage notification popped up with the contact saying maybe: Jack

"Why did you text yourself 'hey, it's jack' on my phone?" I mumbled to myself reading the text aloud.

I clicked on the notification and replied.

Because I wasn't sure if you were gonna text anytime soon with a gf.

I texted.

An instant reply from him startled me a bit.

Of course, I'd text. This grade means a lot to me.

I rolled my eyes, "now it does."

Okay. Well, the baby is fine.

He replied instantly again.

You mean, our baby.

I stared at the text a little longer than anticipated. Knowing that he called the baby ours felt a little weird, it gave me... butterflies?

"Fuck." I murmured slightly smiling, "why am I actually getting excited over this?" I talked to myself.

I didn't want to reply so I shut off my phone and threw it down on the pillow.

Letting out a sigh I couldn't help but think about Jack for most of the time I was up looking after the fake baby.

Don't fall for him, he has a girlfriend and he's happy.

I told myself that about a hundred times that night.