Chapter 30

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--Xavier's POV--

It's been 3 weeks since I told her I'm the father and she has been avoiding me as much as one can avoid a person they live with, go to school with, and ride in a car with. She won't talk to me, she doesn't get anywhere near if she can avoid it, she didn't even let me go to the appointment for the baby check up last week. I tried to offer her to go baby shopping, but again, turned me down. She has 13 more weeks, and we have nothing ready.

This is also her last week at school, so she's been gathering everything she needs to prepare to work from home for her education. She fought me the first week after I told her she was moving to independence studies the following week, so I let her make the decision on when she wanted to start. That was an easy one, since yes, Jessica and Francesca opened their bog mouths on Treya's pregnancy. With that news came the rumor that she was slut for not knowing who the father was, and a warning to all the men that she is out to name any poor sucker.

She's been asked on several occasions who it is, but surprisingly she hasn't said it was me. The first couple of weeks, I was a little upset that she didn't say it was me, but now I don't know how I feel about it. On another note, since the school now knows I have been helping her, more girls have been throwing themselves at me. They think it's sweet. So cute. Some even want to have babies with me. I honestly haven't cared, for some I let them hang on my arm to make them look good. Of course, they get mad or jealous when I shove them off for Treya.

The other downfall of everyone knowing, Treya is not hiding herself anymore. In fact, today she is wearing a tight maroon V-neck shirt with black leggings. It wouldn't be so bad, but since this pregnancy and living with me to have all the food she needs, certain areas have filled in and grown. Particularly her tits and ass. This has been her normal outfits, saying nothing else fits comfortably. So yes, the whole male population of this school also has noticed her enhanced body.

It's Friday, so today is her last day, and I believe the only thing she needs to grab before heading home, is the last of her books for the semester. While focusing on my phone, I get nudged in my arm from Dom. "Hey, it's that your brother's pussy teammate?" I look up to see Treya talking to one of my brother's football teammates. "Antoine something...Markuzi." I did not like his proximity to Treya. Leaning in a little too much. "He looks nervous talking to your girl. Haha, I wonder if it has anything to do with him having the balls to talk to her knowing she yours."

"Baby, why are you worried about her? She's only talking to someone. What do you mean she's his?" This chic that has been hanging on my and rubbing all over me while I ignored her, was questioning Dom. I stopped listening to..whatever her name was on my arm, and Dom bicker back and forth. My main focus was the scene happening at the other end of the hall. Whatever Antoine was saying to Treya was making her laugh and have her lean into him while brushing her hand on his arm. "Baby! Where are you going?"

I was marching towards Treya to make myself clear to Antoine that she is off limits. He catches me coming up from his side view, then followed me as I moved in behind Treya, sliding my hands over her belly. "What's going on over here?" Treya was still mad at me, so she was casually trying to wiggle out of my arms. "Antoine, you getting to know my baby mama here?" Treya stiffened in my arms instantly, while the look on Antoine's face looked like he saw a ghost.

"Baby Ma...Oh..So your t-the d-dad?" He kept blinking between Treya and me. She finally shoved me away. The squinted eyes told me she was hoping she could throw lazers at me and watch me explode. "I w-wasn't trying anyt-thing. We were going over a project we're doing together." I don't see how they could be doing a project together when she was leaving the school after today. I glanced to Treya, giving her a questioning look.

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