Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

How to Handle It

Ramona POV

Three weeks had gone by, and I hadn't heard one word from Marshall. I knew by now that he knew the absolute truth that I was, indeed, pregnant with his child. I was expecting a phone call or maybe even a visit, but nothing. That hurt worse than if I would have never gotten the chance to tell him at all. He seemed so concerned that day he came over and had me taking a DNA test within twenty-four hours of finding out. I thought about calling him sometimes, but this was embarrassing. I had gotten pregnant with some guy I barely even knew. If he wanted to be involved, he knew where to find me.

I was starting to get extremely worried because the sick feeling was still present at every minute of every day. I tried to be in denial and tell myself that I was feeling better, but I knew I wasn't. I faithfully took my prenatal vitamins and went to every appointment at the clinic. The nurse there told me that I could take a nice warm bath or shower to help with the body aches, but I was too ashamed to tell her I didn't even have a bathtub. I had a super small shower stall that produces a slight trickle of dirty water; it hasn't worked properly in almost a year.

To top it all off, I had to call off work the past two days because I could barely even stand up. Not all women, but a lot have a partner who loves and supports them. They have stability, comfort, family who care for them. I have none of those things. It was too late now, but maybe I should have listened to Marshall when he suggested termination. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to become a mother. This was a selfish decision.

Marshall POV

The test came back almost immediately with a probability of 99.7% I am the father of Ramona's child. I didn't tell anybody. The only other person who knows is Paul. She said she wanted nothing to do with me before she threw me out, and apparently, she was telling the truth. Ramona hadn't called or texted me and it had been almost a month. Sometimes at night, I would pick up my phone with the intention to call, but I never did.

Back when me and Ramona hooked up, I knew her as Liz and she had long, red hair. I didn't know anything about this woman Ramona, and I wouldn't mind if it stayed that way. All she had ever done is lie to me and steal from me. I could never trust her. Maybe I could sign over my rights to the baby. I'll give her money and shit, but if she gets with another guy, he can raise it. I'll just be the sperm donor.

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"Marshall watchu still doing here?" Porter broke my focus as he stood in the doorway of the studio.

I rubbed my tired, dry eyes. I'd been losing a lot of sleep lately.

"Just thinkin man."

Denaun closed the door then approached me, "You know you can talk to me, right?"

I kept a blank silent stare and played with my pen.

Porter flipped a chair around to sit on it backwards and continued, "You ain't been acting right lately Marshall and I'm not the only one noticing. When you first got clean you seemed happier, now it's like you're getting depressed again. What's going on?"

"Don't tell nobody about this dawg, and I mean nobody cuz I'm not sure what I'm gonna do yet." I took a deep breath before I said it. "I got some girl pregnant."

"Ok...and I take it this isn't a good thing?"

I shook my head, "I already got three kids, man, I don't wanna start over again at the very beginning. And I don't even know the girl. I hung out with her maybe three or four times. I can't have a baby with a girl like that."

"A girl like what?" He asked, but I didn't answer. "How pregnant did you say she is?"

"I think like nine or ten weeks now."

"Too late for an abortion."

"Right. And I wouldn't make her do that anyway. She's twenty-nine years old and I guess her biological clock is ticking and shit."

"Wait, what girl is this? Do I know her?"

"Nah, you never met her."

"Ten weeks? You weren't sober then, right?" Porter squinted trying to figure it out.

I looked Porter in the eye and shook my head.

"Hold up a fucking minute! This isn't that shiesty bitch is it? The one who stole your car! Or helped to steal your car or whatever the fuck happened. What was her name? Liz? Right?!"

"Her name's Ramona. Well, I mean, yeah it is Liz, but her real name's Ramona." I embarrassingly admitted.

"Whoah shit!" Porter cackled in a fit of laughter. "Good luck with that!"

"Don't laugh, man! The shit ain't funny!" I said sternly.

Porter got himself together and wiped the smile off his face, "I'm sorry Marshall, but this isn't your typical pregnancy story!"

"I know, I know. I feel like a fucking idiot. Just don't tell anyone, man. I don't know what I'm gonna do yet. Ya know, how to handle it."

"I would just write her a nice, big check, cut your losses and bounce! You already have kids with one crazy bitch, you don't need another!"

I exhaled while slowly massaging my temples, "Tell me something I don't know."