The Perfect Mistake. [Urban.] [Teen Pregnancy]

WW3?

Kamaya's POV:
3 Weeks Later..

It was 2:56am and I was in my room looking in the mirror at my tummy. I really can't sleep and I still haven't found time to tell my mama. I'm just really scared.

I was putting my hand on my belly, doing different poses. The good thing about tomorrow is Dylan and I are going to go listen to the baby's heartbeat.

I sat back down on my bed and scrolled down my timeline on Twitter. Ever since I posted Dylan & I's pictures, it has gotten thousands of retweets.

I've gained tons of followers and when I check my Instagram. There's memes about us, saying stuff like "a real relationship gets through things" and all this other cliché shit. It's kind of cute because we're actually people's relationship goals.

I tossed my phone on my bed and snuggle under the covers attempting to sleep.

I start thinking, I just want to tell my mom before I start to really show. I get up and walk to the bathroom. It's too early in my pregnancy for me to be peeing all the time, I sighed.

As I'm walking down the hall, I see my moms bedroom light is on. I better tell her now or I'll probably never get the courage.

I creep down and peek thru the door. I see her changing out of her work clothes. I knock on the door softly and make my way in.

"Hi mommy. How was work?" I said taking a seat in her chair.

She looked up at me with a worried look "Uhh, good. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I feel like I hardly see you, that's all." I said.

"Ohh, I'm just working a lot now. Until the schedule gets rearranged, you probably won't see much of me." she spat walking to her bathroom door.

I picked at my shorts, "Okay. Well can we talk now or are you too tired?" I said sheepishly trying to back out of telling her.

"It's fine princess, what's on your mind?" she said, easing into bed.

I looked around her room and then at the floor.

"Princess?" she stated, again getting my attention.

"I'm pregnant." I stammered out.

Her face fell. She just stared at me for a full 15 seconds, I broke eye contact and looked at my feet. I heard her sniffling, I looked back up and she was crying.

"Oh no Maya! You had great things going for you." she shouted. "Well now it's over. You better get a job and get ready.", she yelled, shaking her head.

I held my head down. Feeling ashamed. I should've stayed at the clinic, I thought.

"I can barely raise you. Im struggling MAYA! DO YOU NOT SEE WHERE WE LIVE? You out being a little nasty, no good slut. I'm sorry but I can't support you and a baby. I don't know what to do." she snapped.

"Just go. Give me time!" , she said looking at me with disgust.

I burst into tears and ran to my room. I knew it was gonna be bad, but a slut? That's so harsh. I wasn't around sleeping with tons of boys like these other girls out here. I made one mistake. One slip up, out of all people she should understand mistakes.

I grabbed my phone and called Dylan. I had to get away for a few days, give her some time to calm down. It's too much.

"H-hello? You good?", he said groggily.

"No. Come get me. She's flipping the fuck out. It's too much!" I sobbed.

"What happened? Calm down I'm on my way.", he shouted.