1 week later
                              Crystal's POV
                              Oh no not again, I ran into the bathroom open the toilet seat, and throw up. I sob while doing it because it hurt badly. This has been going on for a week now, and I don't think anything about it, I just think it's food poisoning but IDK. I was trying to be a little quiet trying not to wake Chris up.
                              Ahiella's POV
                              I wake up and hear all types of throwing up. I run to the sound and I look in Crystal's room and tip-toe into the bathroom making sure not to wake Chris up. I go in the bathroom to find Crystal throwing up like her life depended on it. 
                              Ahiella: What the hell happened? I say whispering.
                              Crystal: Nothing, idk I've been throwing up a lot lately.
                              Ahiella: Maybe we should take a drive to see Mama Joyce and your Mom.
                              Crystal: Why?
                              Ahiella: Just cmon, I'll get the throw-up bags and a mask.
                              Crystal: Ok.
                              I get up to get dressed and get bags. Once I'm done I see Crystal come downstairs.
                              Ahiella: Ready? I already called mama Joyce, and Mama T and they are going to meet and Mama Joyce's house.
                              Crystal: Ok, and Yeah let's go.
                              We leave and get in the car. I pass Crystal her throw-up bags and start driving
                              10 minutes later we are here
                              We get out of the car and knock on the door. Joyce opens it and we go in.
                              Taraji: Now is there any reason you two woke us up at 2:00 a.m?
                              Ahiella: Crystal has been throwing up a lot lately and she thinks it's food poisoning but we don't know.
                              Joyce: Well What did you have this past week to eat.
                              Crystal: Mostly pickles and Chocolate sauce with bacon bits.
                              Ahiella: Ew, wtf
                              Taraji: "Food poisoning? Nah Honey we're going to the doctor."
                              Crystal: Why?
                              Joyce: Cmon all 4 of us 
                              We leave and in 40 minutes we end up there. Taraji tells the front desk, and they take Crystal to a room. 
                              A doctor comes in and ask her to piss in a cup, so she did. 
                              *30 minutes later*
                              Ahiella: Where are the doctors?
                              Crystal: Idk.
                              Taraji: Where the fuck. 
                              After 5 seconds, the doctor comes in.
                              Joyce: Please tell us doc.
                              Doctor: Well for starters, who is the mother of Crystal Smith?
                              Taraji: Me
                              Doctor: Well Congrats because your Daughter is going to be having your grandchild.
                              Joyce: Wait bye who?
                              Ahiella: She lost her virginity last week with Chris, so only him.
                              Taraji&Joyce: YESSSS
                              Ahiella: Aren't you happy Crystal?
                              Crystal: Call Chris
Doctor: Um- 
                              Crystal: CALL CHRIS!
                              Ahiella: Doc give us a moment. and I'll call Chris.
                              Chris's POV
                              I am peacefully sleeping until I hear my phone ring. I groan in a way that I don't want to pick up. I don't pick up, and the person calls again. I don't pick it up. Until they call a third time. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT! I scream out loud. I answer the phone.
                              Chris: What, How may the fuck will I help you.
                              Ahiella: NIgga who the hell you think you talking to?
                              Chris: Oh, Sorry Ahiella, I did;t know it was u.
                              Ahiella: You better be. Anyway, come to the hospital.
                              Chris; Why?
                              Ahiella: JUST COME!
                              Chris: Ok I'm on my way.
                              I think it has something to do with Crystal because I saw she wasn't beside me. I brush my teeth and put on my clothes and rush it. In all of 10 minutes, I am there. I go ing and ask for Crystal smith. Then I enter a room.
                              *10 minutes later* *Chris enters the room*
                              Chris: Ma, What the hell happened?
                              Joyce: Well your wonderful Girlfriend is pregnant.
                              His eyes just widen.
                              Chris: Really?
                              Crystal: Yeah (Smiles)
Chris: (Smiles)
                              He walks over to Crystal and kisses her. 
                              Chris: Ima is a Dad.
                              Crystal: And I'm going to be a mother.
                              Chris: 1 Sad thing is we have to move out. and one good thing is I get to do something that has something to the letter M. 
                              Crystal: Which is what? She asked confused
                              Chris: Well you will just have to find out. (Pokes her nose)
                              Crystal: Tease. Wait Chris but your music.
                              Chris: That's not going to stop me, baby. I'll be alright don't worry about me.
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              What M?
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  