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(Craig)

It was now a whole year later. Me and Jacque have officially been together for a year and two months now. Demetrius and Jay have been working on something for a couple of months now. D eventually gave Jay a chance and it's been so good so far. RL has since moved out of town to Indianna with his new girlfriend. We don't see or hear from him much anymore. It's been a year since August's passing and he would have been 24 this year. I really miss him a lot.

I have not had any run-ins with Loni at all. I last saw her in court a few months back. I must say it felt so good to have her get convicted. I couldn't help but thank Jordyn so much for what she did. Now that I know the full story, that explained her behavior but it's still not right in no way, shape or form.

Jacque and I have decided to move in with each other in my new house. It feels good to have another person to live with, rather than being alone all the time. But I must say, she has been sick alot and complains about her clothes not fitting and having to buy more. I though it may be because she may be eating the wrong things and gaining weight and on the other hand, it may be pregnancy. I don't wanna be rude and ask her if she's pregnant because I know how woman can get. You assume their pregnant and they gone take it as you sayong their fat. But, I've seen this play out before and I'm sure she may be having my baby. She's also been really moody, her boobs have gotten a bit bigger, she's been going to the bathroom more, she's always tired and sleeps a lot. And it's been a while since we've done anything. If it's true that she is pregnant, then I am one nervous man! This would be my first baby ever and I would be lost! I saw her getting up slowly out of bed and she took a deep breath.

"Hey, baby, you alright? You've been sleep a lot lately," I asked.

"Yeah...I'm okay. Just been stressed with working, that's all,"

"I can help you with your stress if you wan me too. I want you to be happy,"

"I'm happy Craig, I just need to get some sleep. I have to go to the bathroom," She said, slowly getting up.

"Does your back hurt?"

"Actually it does,"

"You want a massage?"

"Maybe later," she said, entering tha bathroom and slamming the door.

Not even a couple minutes have passed and she's already throwing up. I'm just gonna go and ask her. I went to the bathroom and sat beside her on the floor. She wasn't done puking so I just rubbed her back. She was breathing hard and just laid on my lap.

"Uh...I didn't wanna ask you and make you feel bad but uhm, are you pregnant, Q?" I asked.

She didn't answer and just kept quiet.

"Jacque? I need to know baby. You've been sick, tired all the time, you can't fit your clothes no more, you're moody, you throw up a lot, and you go to the bathroom a lot. I'm seeing all these changes, boo. It's okay you can tell me.

"...I'm scared, Craig. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to be a mom," she admitted.

"How come you didn't tell me when you first found out?"

"I was scared of your reaction. I didn't know if you were gonna leave me after all this time we've been together. I was just afraid,"

"I'm not gonna leave you. We can figure this out. I'm scared too. Scared and nervous as fuck actually. But, hey, we got this. I'll be by your side the whole way through," I said, rubbing her shoulders. "How far are you?"

"Eleven and a half weeks..."

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"I did once I found out. I was with D and I was telling her how I've been feeling. She gave me a test and it was positive. D and I went to the doctor for extra confirmation and she confirmed that I was eight weeks already. I didn't know what to say. My body is going through so many changes right now and I can't control it. I'm scared of the big day when I have to push the baby out. I'm scared of motherhood. I'm scared of all the responsibilities, Craig!" She said, crying.

"Baby, baby, baby, listen. I am here for you. I am here with you. We are gonna figure this out together, okay? We can do this. I am not going to leave you. We'll be okay,"

"You're serious?" She said, sitting up.

"Yes I am. You're not alone. I didn't do all that work to be with you for nothing. We've been through a lot! When I first saw you, I wanted you from the start. It took a while but I won you over. You are my charm, my woman, my love, my everything! I want this. I want to start this new journey with you. I'm not all the way ready but I have no choice but to be. You are not alone. I love you," I said, kissing her hands.

"I love you too,"

"Don't be afraid to tell me anything, okay. I'm your man, Q. That's waht I'm here for,"

"I know. I'm sorry,"

"No, it's okay. Come on, let's go and lay down. You want anything?"

"No, I have all my water in my lil mini fridge. I'm okay,"

"Alright. Come on in bed get some rest. I thought you was for real sick at first like you had an illness but turns out we are about to be parents. I am really excited to begin this adventure with you," I said, helping her in bed.

"I hope it's a girl," She said.

"Me too. We need more girls in this family,"I said, getting in the bed. "What you wanna name her?"

"For a girl, Juhneva. It's its a boy, then probably Ohaji,"

"You got that from Moesha. Do you even know what that mean?" I said, laughing.

"It means "attractive". Now I know why he chose that name. I thought it was a fake African name,"

"I did too,"

"I just like that name though. No matter how our child turns out, I'm gonna love them regardless,"

"Me too,"

"I love you," she said.

"I love you more and more," I said, kissing her cheek.

We both fell asleep in each other's arms. Turns out I am gonna be a dad and it's perfectly fine. I'm having a baby with the love of my life and I'm excited for this new chapter. I'm so thanful my dad and mom had demonstrated what real love is because if went differently, then I would not be so happy about this at all. But I fell in love and is satisfied with the results. I cannot wait to see what the next chapter holds. But that's only because it's not written yet. To the person writing my story, just don't fuck my life up again. Thanks!

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