absurd . | royce love story |™

17.

- | 11:35 | - sunday, december seventeenth . j.p.

" mama it can't even speak yet ." i laughed at my mother

" hijo esto es emocionante ." she said rubbing my belly

" i can tell your excited, but don't get your hopes up i could miscarriage ." i said my smile slowly disappearing

" god knows what he's doing, it isn't a mistake ." she said patting my shoulder

she could be true, but im trying my hardest not to get attached .

simply cause any slightest rise in my blood pressure, stress, etc. he/she could be gone before i snap my fingers .

i couldn't live with myself, if anything was to happen to my unborn .

when i make it pass my 3rd trimester, i'll be fine .

i know a girl who lost her child when she was eight months, i refuse to let that happen .

i lifted my phone off the coffee table seeing, it lit up .

from : kiyabearrr🐻💕💍

babes im coming get you for lunch be dress .☺️❤️

to : kiyabearrr🐻💕💍

we're we going ?😐

from : kiyabearrr🐻💕💍

surely not starbucks, yo ass stay there just don't question me m'f .😭👐

i rolled my eyes standing up and walking into my room, closing my door behind me .

i slipped off my tee, i walked pass my mirror .

turning sideways, i looked at my portuding belly .

it wasn't that big, i was only 4 weeks almost 5 .

nearing my second trimester, i hated eating then throwing it up the next morning .

i now hate the smell of peanut butter, when i would constantly eat it if mama didn't cook, now the smell of it makes me gag .

i also stopped eating pickles, but now picked up the habit of eating watermelon and tajin constantly .

grabbing my cut up nirvana shirt i slipped it over my head, pairing it with leather jeans i placed on my studded belt, choosing my rosary bead and black ray bans .

i stepped into my hi-top vans, and running my hand through my hair .

from : kiyabearrr🐻💕💍

outside .🍃 come on big momma .👶

i laughed a little before heading downstairs, i pecked my mothers cheek before leaving out .

strapping on my seatbelt, kiya placed her hand on my belly .

" hey nanny baby, how's my little man doing ?" she giggled removing her hand

" dang forget the person who's carrying it, and it's not a boy ."

" whatever, and yes it is ."

" it's a girl, her name is going to be kamry ." i said stretching if out

" it's a boy, his name is going to be zaydien ." she smirked looking at the road