Sarah (Urban) |Editing.

Chapter 15

Short Chapter Part 2.

Please don't try to come at me over a freaking book.

I'm trying to make my book unoriginal and if you not use to an unoriginal book, you don't have to read this one.

Sarah

Next Month (August 2015)

"Sarah, get up. Your appointment is in a hour," Vicky shouted.

I groaned and rolled around the bed. I looked down at my stomach.

Today makes me four months pregnant.

I honestly can't wait until my babygirl is born.

I haven't talked to Derrick since I got discharged from the hospital.

My leg and arm are heeled but I have a few pains, here and there.

I got into the shower and did my daily hygiene. After about fifteen minutes of showering, I got out.

I put on a pair of sweatpants, a black shirt and black sandals.

I went inside Vicky room to tell her I was leaving.

I walked downstairs and saw Sean in the kitchen. I told him I was leaving as well and left.

I got inside my old Honda and head to the clinic. I pulled up and sat in the waiting room.

I heard the doors open and I looked up to see Derrick.

"Fuck" I cursed under my breath.

He sat beside me and I smelled his cologne.

He smells so good, I thought to myself.

"Thanks," he said.

I said that outloud?

I nodded my head and waited on my obstetrician to come get me.

Derrick

I waited impatiently for Sarah's doctor to come.

A tall lady called Sarah's name and she got up. I got up behind her and followed her and the doctor.

"So Sarah, has the baby been moving?" She said Sarah as she got the clipboard out.

"Yes. During the night mostly." She said.

I took a seat in a chair. I feel unnecessary right now.

"Your vitamins?" The doctor asked.

"I've been taking them." Sarah said. The doctor nodded and told her to lay down.

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After the procedure, the doctor left and looked over at me.

"What would you want to name out daughter?" She asked me.

I rubbed my chin before speaking, "Not so fast, shorty. Right now, that's your daughter, not mine."

"Why you got to be so trifling?" She asked while pulling her shirt off.

"Why you didn't get an abortion?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I hope you fuckin' d-," the doctor walked in before she could finish talking.

"So Ms. Harris, this is your baby's ultrasound." She handed Sarah the pictures in an envelope.

"See you again next month," the doctor began walking towards the door until I called after her.

"Ms," I shouted. She stop walking and looked at me.