Walk

Twenty-Nine\\

Slim\\

7 Months Later

"Look at the baby!" Jenna cooed as we watched my future son or daughter on the screen. I had tears in my eyes, as I always did, and sniffled as my baby moved around in my belly.

"I'm your favorite auntie. My name is Jenna Cortez." Jenna ran her finger across the screen as she looked in awe at my child. "I'll beat a bitch or nigga's ass for you if they make you cry."

"Don't curse at my child!" I exclaimed.

"Why? I'm sure Jason's said worse." Jenna defended herself.

"No, he hasn't. I make sure of it." I coughed. "And I don't want my child coming out my vagina with his middle fingers up and yelling 'Fuck Bitches, Get Money'!"

The nurse laughed and took a wipe to clean my belly. She helped me sit up and pulled my shirt down.

"We'll see you next time?" She asked. I nodded and slid my Adidas slippers back on. Jenna took my hand and I held onto her as we walked out and down the flight of stairs.

"Careful, Mexican." Jenna mumbled.

"I'm white." I laughed.

"Careful gringa."

I climbed in the car and Jenna started it. It wasn't her car, but she claimed I was in no condition to drive myself when the baby was a sneeze away from being delivered on the gas petal while driving. I didn't want to argue with her. Daphne would've came with us, but Sean was sick with the flu and she didn't want to take any risks.

"Where's Jason?" Jenna asked as she pulled out the parking lot.

"He's working." I told her, turning the radio station so the hip hop songs were playing.

"I'm still shocked that he landed a job at Macy's. Does he look good in a suit and tie?"

"Yes he does. Makes my panties wet every time." I whistled at the thought. She laughed and made an illegal left turn.

"Bitch you trynna kill me?" I asked, holding onto the centre console and the door handle.

"Oh hush. I've been driving since I was twelve." Jenna said confidently.

"Go-cart racing doesn't count!"

Jenna smacked her teeth and kept driving. She slowed to a stop as we got to a red light and asked if I was going to go to work or take the day off since Stella was giving me daily choices.

"Yes, I'm going to work. I don't like staying home with nothing to do or anybody to talk to."

"That's a lie. You know how Stella is." Jenna said referring to Stella's words about when I go for checkups at the doctor.

She says that when I go, she suggests me to bring one of the co-workers with me so she can be sure I'm alright. She also said that if after the checkup, I'm too tired to work an eight hour shift, I can just go home and won't have to work for the day.

However, never have I decided to stay home rather than work. It was too boring and work was too entertaining for me to miss a day.

"So what's the plan? We can just go to the mall. Buy baby clothes and decorations for the [baby] shower."

"No, Jenna. I don't want a shower and I'm just going to go to work."

Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're bugging. If my boss gave me the option of doing this shit and still getting paid, I'd take the offer and not come back until it's pay day."

"Well I can't do that. It just doesn't feel right, and I'd rather walk short distances rather than all over a mall for a couple decorations and baby clothes for a shower I don't want."

"I wish I was pregnant."

"That's biologically impossible. Kris can't make you pregnant. Besides, I think it'd be better if it was the other way around. You fight too much to be pregnant."

"Well either way, I think I want to try this whole motherhood thing out. How hard can it be?"

"It's not hard, to me. It's just stressful."

"For why?" Jenna asked as she pulled into the diner parking lot.

"I'm scared. What if I'm everything my baby doesn't need? I don't want to fuck up and make my kid hate me for the rest of their life."

"Babe, you'll be a wonderful parent. Don't worry about all that." Jenna said. I thanked her and rubbed my belly. I couldn't wait for my child to come, but I felt like I had something to worry about.

"No problem, love." Jenna said, taking my hand in hers and planting a long, lingering kiss on my lips. And for some reason, I kissed her back, but I didn't feel anything. I just felt numb.

"Let's get working, huh?" I awkwardly suggested. Jenna nodded and climbed out the car before going around and helping me out. We walked inside and I grabbed my apron from the back and tied it around me with the help of Jenna.

Lately, the two of us had been extremely close. She was becoming so protective over me and always willing to fight someone, which has happened quite a few times, and was always by my side when I called. I liked how she was so willing to do this for me, but worried that she'd think I has feelings for her. I wasn't sure if she and Kris were having relationship problems, but Jenna was definitely not helping anybody by kissing me whenever she felt like it and being so touchy feely with me.

Don't get me wrong, I was flattered, but it wasn't what we should've been doing. We were friends and nothing else. I sure as Hell do hope she knew that. It'd be weird if she caught feelings for me and I didn't like her back in that sense. Jenna was one of my best friends and I didn't want to ruin that by being a tease and a turn on for her.

Besides, what's sexy about a hormonal pregnant woman who was about to burst any God given second? Exactly, nothing.