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𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ
"Mom, I gotta talk to you." I say sitting on the couch as she sweeps her livingroom.
I'm 3 months now, I have to tell her eventually.
"What is it sweetie?" She turns her attention to me.
"Um, I'm-I'm you knowwww." I rub my neck.
"No, I don't know." She shakes her head.
"It starts with a p, ends with a t, and can rhyme with c." I hint.
"Potion? Perfectionist? Prophecy?" She mumbles to herself.
"Mom... I'm pregnant."
She drops the broom.
"Ou shit I'm finna go to jail!" She says as it touches her foot. She picks it back up and spits on it. I hate that dumbass superstition.
"Well?" I wait on her reaction.
"Are you happy?" She asks.
"I mean, yea." I shrug.
"What does that mean?" She squints.
"My baby's father doesn't want anything to do with the baby, like at all." I sigh.
"Well you don't need him honey we're good. You got me and yo sisters." She tries to console me.
"I'm already struggling, it's gonna be so hard taking care of a newborn when I can barely afford rent itself." I frown.
"I'll take on a second job and take a 2nd mortgage out on the house. You can move back home and I'll take care of everything, we're going to be just fine." She tells me.
All these damn hormones making me cry. I'm so grateful for her but I feel so bad. She gotta take out a 2nd mortgage to help me care for my baby.
If I didn't sleep around with Boogie unprotected I wouldn't have to put her in this position. She already raised her kids and now she gotta help raise mine.
"Don't cry baby, everything's gonna be alright. I got you." She gives me a hug.
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