Chapter 116

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seven months pregnant..


I am so over being pregnant. I'm tired all the time, I'm an emotional mess, I have to pee every five minutes and my boobs have fucktupled in size. I hope the next couple of months fly by.

After I left the bathroom, I went downstairs. I waddled into the kitchen, where Blake was sitting at the island. He looked at me and started laughing silently.

"What is so funny?" I asked.

"You're a cute pregnant lady," he said pulling me toward him.

"I don't wanna be pregnant anymore," I mumbled into his neck.

"What do you mean?" he asked, running his hand up & down my back.

"I'm tired of being pregnant. I'm so uncomfortable and I just want her to be here already," I cried.

I heard him chuckle at my over emotional ass, "I know, baby. I want her to be here too."

I pull away from his embrace and he kissed my forehead.

"I gotta go pee," I said, turning to go back upstairs.

"Didn't you just come out of the bathroom?" he asked.

"Yeah, but your daughter seems to think my bladder is a bean bag."

I went upstairs, did my business, then went back downstairs. I lied on the couch with my phone & Blake's headphones. I put the headphones over my stomach and played "Ghost" by Tupac.

Blake walked in and sat next to me, setting my legs across his lap.

"What is she listening to?" he asked.

I gave him my phone, he hit the home button and he gave me "the look."

"Why is our unborn child listening to Tupac?" he asked.

"Because I want her to be tough," I said, "plus, I think she likes it because she keeps kicking me."

He just shook his head at me and chuckled as he continued to look through my music, "you have a unique taste in music."

"Don't judge me when you have like, fifteen billion Katy Perry songs on your iPod."

"I'd rather have Katy Perry than Justin Bieber."

"Um, do not try to play Bieber, alright? That's my nigga. I mean, yeah he can be a douchebag, but the kid makes good music."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

My phone started ringing, so Blake gave me my phone back. I didn't know the number so I just let it ring. The person called three more times, so I decided to answer.

me: hello?
???: hey Briana.

I looked at the screen and I didn't recognize the number.

me: uh, who's this?

???: Devin.

me: I thought I told you to never contact me again.

dev: I know, but I just wanna talk. can you meet me at the park?

me: I don't -

dev: please Bri?

me: [sighs] fine.

After I hung up, I put my phone in my pocket and sat up.

"That was Devin," I said slowly.

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