Before The Heist

Chapter 1 - Ágata A.K.A Nairobi

10 years Before

I can't believe my eyes as I look down at the pregnancy test. There is no way. I cannot be a mother. I am not ready. I am a drug dealer who makes fake stuff for a living. This is no way for a child to live.

I place the test on the counter of the small apartment's bathroom and pull my knees to my chest resting my head on top of them as another wave of nausea hits. This is my life now.

How will I tell Rafael? He has been my partner for as long as I can remember but we were never anything official. I could really use a drink right now.

I slowly get up and sit in the living room as I decide what the hell I'm going to do. Am I really ready for this? I Dial Rafael's number on my phone.

"Aga, you okay? You usually don't call this late," he says. I look at the time and it's 1:00am. I must have stared at my bathroom wall for hours before I finally got the strength to get up.

"I'm alright, but we need to talk." I say my voice cracking slightly.

"Of course tell me what's going on." He say his strong voice comforting in that moment, but I can't tell him like this.

"In person," I reply once again feeling uneasy.

"Aga are you alright? Why do you sound so scared?" His voice now becoming worried.

"Don't worry Rafa I'm okay we just need to talk." I probably don't sound convincing enough but I can hear him sigh on the other end.

"Okay I will be over their in 15." He replies once again his voice is comforting.

"Thank you," I say before putting the phone down.

I look at my hands  as they shake waiting for Rafa to arrive. We have know each other since we were kids. We sold drugs together and we forged together he is my best friend but let's just say we were friends with benefits. I turn on the tv and get something to eat. As I watch the popcorn cook in the microwave I look over my old apartment. I have lived here since I was 14 a year after I first started to counterfeit

I never wanted to be a thief but when I was 13 my father died and my mother was left with pretty much nothing I needed to find a way to help us survive and that just happened to be illegal. Rafa and I worked together since that day as both our fathers died in the same accident and we both needed a way to survive.

The apartment is okay at best it has two rooms and a living room with a small kitchen and a bathroom, but it's not in the best shape. No condition for a small child.

I am about to sit down when I hear a knock on the door I take a deep breath and open the door. There he stands his brown hair messy from sleep and his blue eyes look down at me with such confusion. I immediately pull him inside and pull him into a hug. His big arms wrap around me and he rests his head on mine.

We stay like that for a few minutes before he gently moves my head up to his and kisses me. He takes my hand and pulls me over to the sofa. I sit is his lap and rest my head on his shoulder as I feel a few stray tears drip down my face.

A few moments later he shifts me so I am facing him and asks in a sweet tone, "Aga what is wrong? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?"

I shake my head and he wipes a tear off my cheek. "You know I can't stand to see you upset"

"Rafa I need to tell you something," I say as I try to prevent the tears from falling. Rafael looks at me and smiles his goofy smile. Making me smirk slightly at him.

"Anything Aga." He replies and I kiss him gently before saying anything. I close my eyes.

"I'm pregnant"

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First chapter down 😊 I'm very excited to see where this story leads me. I can't wait to see you all in the next one. Ciao Bella. 💕💕

-L
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