Finally I opened the car door getting out. I went back into the house to find Morgan on the kitchen floor scrubbing up the lemonade.
I sighed as she continued to scrub at it as if her life depended on it.
"This stain, it won't come up" she cried.
"Morgan, get up from there." I stressed out.
"No. You ruined the carpets." She told me. "I loved these carpets so much." She cried out.
When she first came here she told me she hated these ugly carpets and that I didn't have taste. Then she teased me about having carpets in my kitchen in the first place.
I took a deep breath before sitting down on the floor next to her and began to scrub as well.
"I'm sorry." I told her.
She remained quiet as she continued to scrub something that clearly wasn't coming up.
"Morgan." I breathed out. "Talk to me, say something." I plead. "Anything."
"The carpets are so ruined, we won't find more like these." She continued on about the carpets.
See this is exactly why I snapped on her earlier.
But that won't happen again, because now my head is clear. I can think straight.
"Morgan." I tried again. "I need you to tell me something... Tell me what's wrong" I said as I took the towel from her hand.
She finally looked up at me, tears streaming down her face causing my heart to ache.
"I'm scared." She finally admitted. "Really, really scared." She cried out.
I took her into my arms holding her.
"I can't have this baby." She said again.
I rubbed her back cherishing the words she was finally sharing with me. "And why not?" I continued to question her.
"I'm only 19." She choked out. "Im not fit to care for anyone." She pointed out.
"Me either." I admitted.
"That's the point." She exclaimed.
"We will figure it out." I assured her.
She shook her head. "No. We won't. You blew up on me today because of this baby, just imagine when it comes. Babies ruin everything." She said.
I closed my eyes to calm myself down. She was speaking about our baby in such a foul way.
"I don't mean that." She cried out almost as if she was reading my mind. "God. This can't be real." She stressed out. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." She snapped pulling away from me.
"We have too." I told her.
"No, if we talk about it that makes this real and I don't want it to be real Chresanto. It can't be real." She stressed out.
I sighed looking at this broken girl before me.
"But it is real. There is a human inside of you now, no matter if you like it or not. This is happening" I assured her. "It's our baby, and we have to love it." I told her.
She cried harder holding onto her belly.
"I'm going to try to take care of a baby but then who is going to take care of me?" She questioned.
"Me." I told her. "I'm going to take care of you baby." I assured her. "Okay?" I asked her.
She nodded as her tears continued to pour down. "Okay." She agreed in between sobs. "Okay." She repeated again.
"Okay." I said again as I took her back into my arms. "Everything is going to work out." I said lowly. I didn't know if I was trying to convince Morgan or more so myself.
~*~
I opened my eyes only to squint them back shut as an achy feeling rushed through my body.I had fallen asleep on this hard ass kitchen floor.
"Shit." I cursed as I stood up.
I looked over seeing Morgan leaned against the bottom of the refrigerator with the ultrasound pictures in her hand.
She looked up at me as her eyes grew glossy. "Our baby." She choked out. "So small." She chuckled as she placed her hand back onto her belly. "'My baby." She whispered.
I smiled looking down at her. She had finally experienced what I felt when I first saw the baby.
She had fallen in love.
***
Me and Morgan laid in bed her feet propped up onto my lap as we stuffed our faces with ice cream. "I bet her dad did it." She stated before stuffing another spoon full of ice cream in her mouth.I scoffed. "Her own father? What makes you think that" I questioned.
"He just seems way too suspect." She pointed out not taking her eyes from the tv.
I chuckled staring at her.
My baby was finally back acting normal again.
Thank god.
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She Moans Chresanto.
Teen FictionMoney over bitches? That was the motto. Chresanto August lived a lifestyle of every man's dream. A different girl for every day of the week and money to top it all off. He loved his life and didn't plan to ever change it.That was until an unexpected...