Blended Love

Chapter 3: Meeting the McCormick's

A/N: I added Kat's face claim to the first chapter, if you want to check it out.

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Within a few weeks my whole life changes. I rent out the extra bedroom to my best friend, Alanna.

Her moving in brings a sort of light to my life that I had needed since leaving my job, Michael walking out on me and then finding out I was pregnant. And of course she helped with the rent that I was still responsible for paying, even though Michael had left me hanging.

"How you doing baby mama?" Alanna asks coming out of her room to find me laying on the couch under a blanket.

The nausea was getting the best of me. This baby made me sick to my core. It didn't like anything I liked to eat and it made me so tired. Honestly even if I had kept my job, they probably would've fired me anyways. I was so useless.

"Ughhhh," I groan at her looking at her like I could die any moment.

"Girl remind me to never get pregnant."

I half chuckle as she heads to the kitchen and brings me a water bottle and some watermelon chunks.

"Here. Sit up, and eat this."

I sat up to eat the watermelon. This was one of the few things the baby liked and let me keep down.

"Good job baby mama. You see you got this. You're doing so good already."

"Thanks Alanna. I don't know how I would be surviving without you."

"What are BFFs for," she says standing up and tidying up around me. The living room was a mess again, just like my life.

Tissues were all over the place from me blowing my nose.  Water bottles filled with spit because I absolutely hated how it tasted in my mouth. And many, many chocolate wrappers strewn around cause this baby really liked chocolate.

I start tearing up at my friend's love and support of me. "Thank you-"

"Ah ah ah. Don't start that crying shit again. I told you that that's my baby and ima do everything a daddy is supposed to do. Okay? This is nothing. This is the bare minimum stuff that you deserve. Okay? Because you're pregnant and literally building a whole human."

"Okay," I sob still.

She chuckles and throws a wrapper at me. "Hey!"

"Look you stopped crying though."

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The weeks start to fly by. I was finally in my second trimester when things started looking up for me. I had no real idea how I was going to take care of this baby, so I started looking for a job, and I found one working with kids.

I got hired at a little daycare/after school place. The place was outstanding. The parents who sent their kids to this place had to be filthy rich, or at least very well off.

My role was to be a floater. I'd help out in classes that needed an extra helping hand.

At 12 weeks being pregnant had gotten tolerable too. I was less nausea, most of the time, my belly was a little apparent, and keeping down food has gotten better. The baby was measuring fine and per the doctor had a really strong heartbeat.

Every day I grew more and more accepting of this baby and loved it like no other in this world. Michael was a complete douche, but this baby brought me joy.

My first day on the job was today. My shift was from 11 am to 5 pm. I would get the chance to hang with the day care kids and see the after schoolers. I was getting a crash course on kids from all ages.