𝙸𝚏 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚗𝚎𝚠 (ʙᴡᴡᴍ)

Chapter 19

Giovanni POV

Everything is fucking wrong.

All I've done is cry, think, workout/practice, and eat. Then repeat.

No matter what, Emily is pregnant and I can't just undo that.

Sitting in my kitchen, on a stool, I'm eating cereal.

"What do you think we should name our baby?" An annoying voice ask—Emily.

Our baby...

"I don't know," I sigh. "Look.. can you just leave me alone... at least for now. Y- we could look for names later." I say, not even glancing at her.

I hear her scoff, then hear footsteps leading out the house with a door slamming after.

I finish my cereal, then make my way upstairs back into my room.

I do what I've been doing... thinking.

About Imani... about Emily, not even emily our so called baby that we have 'together'.

Her next appointment is tomorrow, Saturday, so hopefully I won't see her until I pick her up from her house. That's unless she comes here first.

But if that really was my baby... sad to say I would be a shamed. Not because of the baby, it isn't their fault that two teenagers couldn't be more responsible and less stupid. But really because of the person that had my child.

She disrespected my mom, my house, my family, me. And my Imani. She disrespected our relationship, what we have — had. 

I know I still take care of Emily and I'm spending my money on her, but there's still a chance that this baby could be mine. So I need to do anything to make sure everything will be ok. Thankfully my parents didn't disown me. They are little disappointed and I understand that. But they said, the dna test has all the answers. So I guess we have to wait for that.

Imani. Man, i love that girl with all my heart. But she doesn't trust me, if she thinks that this baby is mine. And she's moving, I don't know to where. It's like she's not letting this effect her at all. What we had didn't effect her at all. It's like she doesn't give a shit. Like she doesn't give a shit about what we had said...

I'll miss everything about her. Her smile. The way she bites her bottom lip when she's concentrating, all of her fucking piercings, buying things for her. Her voice... ugh, her fucking voice. She could speak once and have me on my knees begging and pleading for more. Her brown eyes, her dimples, her hair, her clothes, her smell, her kisses... just fucking everything and anything about her... "I love you gio." I would do anything just to hear those words come from her mouth again.

Feeling tears roll down my face at just the thought of her, knowing I can't have her anymore...

But it's not her fault. She moving, shes leaving and there nothing I can do about it... at least not right now.

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"Everything looks good. You and your baby are very healthy, which is great." Emily's doctor said.