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"When I call you, you supposed to answer your phone." I said getting in his car. "You ain't see me calling you." I looked at him.
"What? Your phone don't work or something." I said.
"Chantelle- Nah it's cool I ain't gone call your ass no more don't worry about it." I cut him off.
"Chantelle- It's okay I'm used to shit like that though, you know people don't fuck with you how you fuck with them cause I always answer when you call it's straight though." I went on and on.
"Chantelle...shut the fuck up." He looked at me and we both laughed.
"You can stop yelling at me." I pulled out my phone.
"Stop cutting me off then." He said.
"You still ain't say why you didn't pick up the phone." I mumbled.
"You called me as soon as I pulled up ain't no sense in answering I told you I was outside." He explained.
"Give me a kiss." I looked at him.
"No." I said.
"You mad?" He said turning right.
"Bitch." I mumbled.
"What." He looked at me.
"Corvette Corvette hop in a mf jet like that." I sung.
"Better be." He mumbled.
"Or what, what you gone do." I said.
"Keep playing and find out." He parked in the parking lot.
We walked into the doctors office and I signed myself and they went ahead and took us to a room and did the lil process taking blood and minutes went by.
"You're most definitely pregnant congratulations." The doctor smiled.
"Thank you." I smiled. "How far am I?" I asked.
"You're seven weeks pregnant." She said.
"How many months is that?" Nahmir said and I busted out laughing.
"Now I know damn well- What? we need to know this stuff shut up." He cut me off.
"It's fine." The doctor laughed. "You're towards your second month.
