Pregnant by my Sister's Fiancé

✨Chapter Eleven✨

Crying is one of the worst things ever. Anyone will tell you so. It just hurts, a lot. So, Jenna doesn't understand why she is crying at two in the afternoon over Ashton.

It was over something stupid. Really stupid: his status said "morning everyone!" That was posted two minutes ago, 12 am his time.

Why was she crying over a stupid status? It wasn't even anything to cry about. Maybe she was home sick. Or, maybe it's the fact that she'll never see him again. She guessed it was the latter option.

"Knock knock!" Jenna heard a familiar voice at the door. "Pregnant lady open up!" It was the boy who delivered the pizza, Calum. "Hurry! Delilah hates waiting!"

Jenna groaned and went to the door. Upon opening it, she was met with a face of annoyance and one of happiness. Delilah had long, curly, brown hair, down to her mid-thigh, and her eyes were narrowed and glaring at Calum. She was around 5'3" and had curves beyond belief. Her stomach was very rounded, causing Jenna to smile. She was gonna look like that one day.

"Sorry. Come in." She opened the door for them to come in.

"Were you crying? Oh my God! Let's go get you cleaned up!" Delilah dragged Jenna to the bathroom. "Why were you crying, love?" She noticed that Delilah had a strong British accent. She already knew that but it seemed stronger in person.

"Uh, my baby's father posted a status that said 'morning everyone!' I kinda just cried for no reason." Jenna chuckled as she watch Delilah.

Delilah moved with such grace that it surprised her. She was always a klutz. She thought that Delilah would be excellent at ballet.

"Damn hormones. I swear, I'm all happy and want to make everyone cheerful, the next," she threw her arms in the air, paper towel in her hand, "ready to take on all of Russia, Europe, and the US! I hate damn hormones." She dabbed at Jenna's under eyelids. "I hate being pregnant. Why can't men have the babies? Just once!" She threw the paper towel away.

"Because God was a man. He created man kind." Jenna shrugged her shoulders at her own response.

Delilah laughed. It seemed legit enough to them both. She could tell she and Jenna would get along just fine.

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"My appointment is at eleven tomorrow!" Jenna yelled to Gloria, who was right in the kitchen.

Calum and Delilah had left about an hour ago, for Delilah's thirty week appointment.

"Dude, you're sitting on the couch. Why the fuck are you yelling?!" Gloria came into the living room and smacked Jenna with the wooden spoon she was holding. "And, I'm going with you."

"Glory, it's only my seven week checkup. Don't worry. You can miss it." Jenna stood up. She walked into the kitchen to grab a snack, even though dinner would be done in ten minutes. Lasagna! Yum.

"That's bull! If it was the dad, he who shall not be named, you would allow him!" Gloria pouted. She really wanted to go with her friend.

"Too bad. He would be there because he is the dad." Jenna paused and smiled. "I SHOULD BECOME A RAPPER!"

Gloria burst out laughing at Jenna's comment. Jenna would be a horrible rapper and both girls knew it. A girl can dream, though.

Gloria got the pan out of the oven. Forgetting it was glass, and not to put it on a cold surface, it blew up and shards of glass flew everywhere. Jenna was, thankfully, in the dinning room. She heard the noise and ran in to see Gloria covered in blood.

"Glory!" She ran to her room and got her boots on, running back to Gloria. "It's okay Glory, I'm going to call an ambulance. You'll be okay."

Jenna got her phone out of her pocket as she got dry paper towels and handed them to Gloria.

"What's your emergency?" A calm man's voice spoke.

"My friend. A glass pan blew and she's covered in glass. Blood is dropping from many places. Face, arms, thankfully none below her shoulders, besides the arms, like I said." Jenna realized she was rambling. "Can, can you send help?"

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"She's fine! Needed four stitches above her eyebrow and a few in her arm. Luckily, we got all the glass out as well." The doctor smiled at Jenna. "She will be ready to go home tomorrow. Have a nice night."

-A/N: Hola, mis amigos! Haha. Funny thing is, I take French. Speaking of which, I have a speaking test tomorrow! Eek!

Also, certain days next month I can't update because I have to take tests that will determine if I graduate high school in two years. They're called regents. Unless you love in New York, you don't have them. Wanna trade? Haha.

Side note, what happened to Gloria actually happened to my mum's neighbor down the road when she was little. My mum remembers having to ride her bike to go an help her and call the ambulance. She was ten I think, my mum.

Hope y'all enjoyed! :)

Love y'all!

xx-Tessa

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