So basically this is for fun, I update when I can and when I want too. This is an any shade and size black y/n, lightskin , dark skin , brown skin. If you have short or long hair that doesn't matter either. ALSO THIS WILL INCLUDE MANGA SPOILERS. Meg...
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When she found out she was pregnant again she was confused , angry though mostly confused. How did she get pregnant? When did she get pregnant?
Months later when she gave birth, she ran a DNA test to find out who was the father.
None other than f/n. She should've known, she fell right into the h/c man's trap.
Going to the males house with the little child, she just gave birth 4 days ago. With a note that stated "She's your problem now"
The man was furious, when he saw the baby just there when he came back from work. Taking the baby into his house and gently placing her on the couch, he dialed his mothers number.
No answer. Calling his ex-fling, also known as Jimma. She answered right away, oh so desperately asking "You on tonight?"
The amount of culpability this man felt for asking someone to help take care of a new born baby, he wasn't even sure was his.
He hastily wanted to get her over here, he needed her help. He turned to the baby that was about to fall off the couch and said " I need your help, just come over."
To Jimma it sounded like he just wanted help for his little problem in his pants.
But he really needed her help. She replied with a hm, and hung up. Was she coming? He's not sure. But he went over to help the falling baby.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang, he got up with he baby in his hands and answered the door. Who was there?
None other than the women he fucked last night, Jimma. She was taken back by the new born in his hands.
Her eyes widen in shock, and said "wh-who's baby is that?" He had forgotten about the baby for a few seconds and replied with a "hm? What baby-"
Thinking this man was crazy she yelled "THE ONE IN YOUR HANDS F/N."
Oh? There was a baby in his hand? THERE WAS A BABY IN HIS HANDS. "Oh shit" he dropped the baby.
The baby cries began to pour out when her little fragile head touched his wooden floor. "Damnit." He muttered under his breath.
"Pick the damn baby up, this dress is meant for sex not babysitting."
That's right she had in sex clothes. She didn't think he wanted help with a baby. Hell she didn't even know he had one.
"I'm sorry. I just needed help. Your the first person I called."
He was indeed doing a thing people call lying. To make her think he thought about her first.
When in reality he doesn't give two shits about her.
Taken back by his remark, she talks with a hint of happiness " i-i was the first person you called? Wow I feel special."
Taking the baby from his hands she smiles at the her.
And says "This is going to be fun!" Minutes of trying to think of a name Jimma yells out one "CECILIA" Just what type of name is that? "NO IT SHOULD BE JAZMIN"
"HOW ABOUT MONICA" she yelled. I guess that could work. "I kinda like it." He said with a tone of proudness. "Her middle name could be Y/n"
Years later, your 4 Jimma & f/n are fighting you're under a bed. Why? Because when their mad they get angry. And what do people do when they have anger?
They hit. That's right they hit you. Not often, but enough for you to hide under a bed. This specific day m/n was coming to get her child back.
For years of not being there.
Your father yelled for you to come in the living room of your little house. Big enough for the three of you. Walking to the living room you get knocked down.
Your dad hits you right when m/n walks in. No, she don't have a key. But the door was unlocked because Jimma just left.
She got sick and tired of f/n hitting her and being rude to her and left.
Angry filled m/n, why was her child getting hit? You know that was a dumbass question she just dropped her off 4 days after birth.
She punched f/n, now their was his blood dripping from her fist.
The scared little girl you were, crawling back in fear. Hitting the tv stand.
M/n stoped, see her scared little 6 year old. She stopped and stared at her. Hearing the cries of the h/c female.
She went over to the girl and picked her up. F/n just on the floor, unconscious. Might be dead. He should be dead.
Leaving out the house with the h/c girl in her arms and stated "let's go."
Gone. They were gone, they were in m/n house. Coming in her house she see's her son and husband on the couch.
The female was sleeping in her arms after that long car ride to her house. She yelled "I'm home." Her son came running to her.
"Hey mom, I see you have a child there.." her 15 year old old uttered.
She looked up from the female and place her keys on the Tv stand. "Yeah Satoru, I found her getting hit by her parents so I brought her home. Is there a problem with helping?"
She was lying. This girl had her exact nose and her eyebrows. But he didn't state the obvious. "No, no. I was just wondering."
Walking up the stairs to an spare guest room. Leaving the sleeping child to be.
