•LOGAN•
Fuck. What happened?!
I carry her to the couch and yell at Esme to call 911. I have no clue what to do.
911|Logan|Esme
911, what's your emergency?
She fainted! I-I-I, what do I do!
Sir, calm down how long as she been unconscious?
About a minute but she's pregnant!
What trimester is she in sir?
HURRY DAMN IT!
Her first!
Sir, is she breathing?
Yes!
She will be okay since it's early. Her blood pressure must have dropped a little but lay her on her side then if she hasn't awaken after five minutes call us back and a ambulance will be sent.
O-Okay. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
"PUT HER ON HER SIDE!"
"IM TRYING." I yell back.
I put her on her side and then I feel her hum.
"Mason? Mason? You awake?"
She looks at me then smiles. What in the hell...
"I want pickles and Nutella."
I help her sit up and stand and she walks to the the kitchen. Esme just stares. "Are you feeling okay Mase?" She asks.
"Duh."
She grabs the pickle from the jar and dips it in Nutella. I lean closer to Esme and whisper to her, "Remind me not to eat out of the Nutella." She nods.
"So what y'all staring at?"
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Pregnant with the enemies baby
RomanceHave you ever slept with the enemy? Ever been pregnant with their baby?
