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

Hockey Pucks

Kamaya

1 Week Later

It was Tuesday, and I was outside for gym in my last bell of the day with Quees, walking the track. Thanksgiving break was starting after today and I finally had real thanksgiving plans. Dylan thought it would be a good idea for me, my mom, my aunt and my cousin Alexis to all come over his house for thanksgiving. I agreed to that.

"I'm tired of walking, my fat feet hurt." I whined.

"Guh we barely walked around one time, you can do it." Quees encouraged me.

"Imma fuck up some pecan pie." I said, thinking about thanksgiving.

"Boa who you kidding? Ion even remember the last time I had some." he said.

"Imma need a whole pie to myself." I said, sitting on the bench.

He sat next to me, "Whoever made those little cookies at yo baby shower. Mmm. Thank em for me." he said, closing his eyes.

"Were they that good? I wish I could try em." I said.

"They was on point." he said, rubbing it in.

I glared at him, "shutup nigga. I didn't get none."

"Oh my fault, I think ya cousin made em tho." he said, tying his shoe.

"She better make some for thanksgiving." I said.

"Save me some." he said, eagerly.

"If I don't eat them all." I laughed, getting up because Coach Freeman blew his whistling, signaling for us to come in.

"You better not, fat ass." Quees joked, walking on the side of me holding my hand.

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Since Cyn left for Cali a few weeks ago, my cousin Alexis had been staying with me because I didn't wanna be alone. We sat on the couch, discussing our past childhood thanksgivings.

"Quees told me you made some bomb cookies at my baby shower?" I brought up.

"Yeah, imma make some for thanksgiving." she said, cracking her knuckles.

"He made it seem like they were the greatest thing on Earth." I told her.

"Do yall talk or something?" she asked. I was a little taken back by her random question.

"No. But he feeling me, I'm kinda feeling him." I responded.

"But you still love Dylan and he still wants you?" she asked.

"Exactly. I don't want to be with anyone right now, I wanna be all about Infinity." I said, picking up my water bottle.

"But if you wanted to be taken, who would you pick?" she asked.

"Honestly... Quees. I know I'll never trust Dylan like that again so us ever being involved romantically is dead." I spat.

"I understand. Can I use your car? I need to go to the store to get ingredients for my famous cookies?" she pleaded.

"Sure. The keys are on the side table in my room." I said, propping my feet up on this small throw pillow.

"Thank you little cousin." she said, getting up and heading to the door.

"No problem. Can you get Oreos, a bag of tyson's chicken strips and peanut butter." I said.

"Okay fat feet." she said, shutting the door.

I got up to soak my feet in an Epsom salt bath. I can't even fit my shoes anymore, I'm so over being pregnant. I want my baby.

I let them soak for about 15 minutes and then I carefully swung my feet from the tub to the soft plush towel on the tile floor. I dried them off and then I went into my bedroom to put coconut oil on them and then I put on my giant wool socks.