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I'm standing in front of the mirror in Elom and I's shared bedroom, looking at the pregnancy test in my hand. I squeal when it sinks in that I'm going to be a mother, "frick" I whisper, raising my shirt and looking at my stomach in the mirror.

I hear the front door shut, "PRINCESS, I'M HOME" Elom's voice rings through the house. His footsteps keep getting closer to the room, my eyes widen at the test in my hand. I hop around trying to find a place to hide it, the door knob turns so I make a last minute decision to hide it in my pants.

The door opens and I'm faced with Elom. "Hi" I smile and he looks at me weirdly "what's going on?" he asks slowly. I raise an eyebrow "what do you mean?"

"You got this creepy smile on your face" Elom laughs and I roll my eyes, walking over to where he's leaning on the door. I wrap my arms around his neck "you tryna tell me you didn't miss me?"

He wraps an arm around my waist lazily "of course I missed my queen" I hum in response, moving his dreads from his eyes. Elom brings up a hand to cup my cheek before leaning in to capture my lips with his, he slides his tongue in my mouth as we fight for dominance but as always he ends up winning.

When we pull away, he groans "I'm so tired." I push his dreads away from his face, "I told you not to go to the studio this morning" I remind him. "I know, but I'm almost done with all the tracks for the album" I take his hand and pull him to our bed, "lay here for however long you need and I'll make you something to eat."

Elom grabs my hand before I leave the room, "lay with me? I just wanna hold you." He sees me looking unsure about the idea, "we can order something if you want me to eat that bad." I narrow my eyes at him "the food won't be going to my belly, loser" he pulls me to the bed, wrapping an arm around me as I rest my head on his chest.

We end up falling asleep pretty quickly after that and by the time we wake up it's 7am. Elom came home at 11pm and that was when we decided to nap together.

I'm removing everything from the pockets of my shorts when I remove the pregnancy test that I forgot was in my back pocket. If I don't tell him now when will I?

Elom is sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. I go to stand in front of him "Elom, we need to talk." He raises an eyebrow at my serious tone before patting his lap, when I sit on his lap, he wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"What's up princess?" I pull out the pregnancy test from the pocket of my hoodie but I hesitate, I unwrap his arms that are around me and stand up.

"Okay, what's going on?" he gets up, I take a deep breath "before you came home yesterday, I went out and gotapregnancytestandfoundouti'mpregnant." I rush out and he looks confused "what did you just say?"

I'm pregnant, Elom."

There's silence and I stay still watching his reaction, his eyes roll back and he falls to the couch as I watch in shock. "He actually fainted" I let out a small laugh, I told him I'm pregnant and he fainted. The small laugh turns into full blown laughter, I mean I can't wait to tell the guys that Elom fainted when he found out I'm pregnant.

I grab the glass of water that's sitting on the center table, I know some people would pour little drops but I chose to pour everything on him. He wakes up startled, looking around, "what the frick?" I can't help but start laughing again, his eyes land on me as I'm sprawled on the floor laughing.

"Ha ha" he lets out dryly. "Wait, what happened?" he asks confused. I stop laughing "you fainted when I told you I'm pregnant." Elom's eyes widen "that wasn't a dream? You're actually pregnant?" I nod at him, waiting for a reaction. He stands up and walks to me, "are you mad?" I ask quietly, looking into his eyes.

He cups my cheek, "why would I be mad? WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY" he yells, grinning. "MY BABY MAMA" I raise an eyebrow at the statement "Baby mama sounds like some random girl you got pregnant. I'm your wife." I hit the side of his head, "same shit, ma" Elom says before he lifts me up, running around while I scream at him to let me down.

*6 MONTHS*

I rub my stomach, trying to calm the baby down. He keeps kicking and It's 4am, I've been up since 3am because of the kicks. I let out a small groan when he kicks again, I cover my mouth because ever since I got pregnant, Elom sleeps lightly to make sure whatever happens, he'd always be ready.

And that means if I make any noise, he'll wake up and stay awake until he's sure I'm fine. Unfortunately, I can't stay quiet when he kicks me really hard and I let out a loud groan before muttering when I see Elom shift.

"Mamas? Are you good?" his voice sounds so raspy and sleepy, I instantly feel bad that I woke him up. "I'm fine, El. You can get back to sleep" I squeeze out, but clearly the child inside me is against my plan and kicks again.

Elom sits up when he hears my tiny groan of pain, "What's going on princess?" he asks. "Baby's kicking. But, I'm fine" I try to smile but that fails, he sighs "why'd you tell me you were fine when you're clearly not? You know I don't like it when you lie to me about how you're feeling."

"I'm fine" I insist but Elom sees right through it and raises an eyebrow, "now I know something's really up, I can tell you're lying."

I sigh in defeat, knowing he's caught me "alright fine, I can't get back to sleep because he keeps kicking and it hurts, Elom. You play basketball not football so, why is he playing football in my tummy?" I pout.

Elom chuckles and opens his arms, I sit between his legs and let him hold me. But, the baby kicks again and I shift in discomfort, "aight, mamas tell me what to do" he says, feeling my uneasiness.

"I read somewhere that warm baths help" I suggest, not even being serious but Elom gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. Very soon, he comes back and helps me stand up "I was playing around, it's 4am El," I tell him as he holds onto my hand, leading me to the bathroom carefully, "Just let me take care of you, yeah?" He responds.

I get into the bathtub after sliding my clothes off, the warm water soothing me immediately. Elom sits on the floor beside the tub and by the time I look up at the clock, it's 5:44am.

I turn to Elom and find him dozing off beside me. I nudge him a little "you can go to bed, El. I'll be fine here," he shakes his head. "You need me and I'm not leaving you alone, it's our baby" he leans over to press a kiss to my forehead, reaching for his hand, he intertwines our fingers, dropping a light kiss on the back of my hand.