Officer Freeman

I picked her up and spun her in a circle. "We're having a baby," I repeat then kissed all over her face. She let out fits of giggles while wrapping her arms around my neck. I put her down and felt her stomach. "We're having a baby, T," I repeat once again while leaning down and peck her lips.

Malaysia came in and look at us weird. "Food is ready," Tiffany mumbles while leaning her head against my shoulder. "I'm going to be the godmother," Ashly chirped while picking up Tiffany.

"Ash, put me down!" She whine as I happily fixed our plates. She kissed my cheek then grabbed her plate and pulled us to the livingroom. She really don't like eating in here but seeing that her family is here, she made this an exception along with date nights.

She sat next to me then crisscrossed her legs. We both did a quick prayer while everyone else fixed their food. "This is so good," we both moan then look at each other. "Dork," I chuckle putting a fork full of her delicious pasta into my mouth. 

She leaned over and pecked my lips, softly sucking on my bottom lip. "You're welcome," she giggle as I blink and stare at her. 

Freaky.

I smirk and leaned towards her to kiss her but I took a steak off of her skewer. "Hakeem, we're going to fight," she huff pointing her fork to me. I quickly put a piece of my steak on her skewer then smile nervously. 

One thing for sure- Tiffany never plays about her food. "So," Malaysia hesitantly voice once everyone sat down. "I'm not talking to you, Lay Lay. This was wrong timing," Tiffany mumble making me wrap an arm around her and rub her side. 

I don't need her stressing when she's carrying our baby.

"It's fine, T. Calm down," I mumble placing my lips to her temple. "Please?" I ask desperately which made her turn her head towards me and sigh. We finished eating while everyone ate and watched TV. 

I wait until Tiffany finished before I got up and went to the kitchen. Our dishes were cleaned and I decided to put the leftovers away. "Quinton?" Tiffany mumble.

She wrapped her arms around me then let out a yawn. "You sleepy?" I ask earning a small nod. She pulled me to the livingroom then grabbed the familiar blue blanket. I let her sit next to me then lean most of her body against me. 

"Now what could have you tired?" Her mom giggle while me and Ashly glanced to each other, knowing the real reason. Tiffany sat up a little then held my hand.

Is she going to tell them? What if they don't approve because I'm an criminal?

"Well, uh," she started. My free hand rubbed her stomach in comfort, allowing her to take a deep breath and stand up. "I, well 'we' are expecting," she voiced while wrapping her arms around herself. 

They all stared at her confused which made her sigh in frustration. "I'm pregnant guys. There is a baby growing in my belly. Right here. See. I'm getting fat," she rant lifting her shirt while pointing to her stomach.

Me and Ashly snort at her assertion of telling them that she's pregnant. "Oh," her dad mumble as I stood up and smile at her. "Oh?" She mumble then bit the inside of her cheek. "Oh." She repeats then slid her hand into mine.

"I need a nap," she whispers then pull me to her room and closed the door. I sat on the bed, watching her move all over her large room. "Baby?" I called as she went in her bathroom and started running bath water. 

She came back into the room with only her underclothes on and a toothbrush in her mouth. "He says oh. Out of all things he says oh," she started and I just nod and let her begin her emotional rant.