}please excuse any mistakes. not proofread
•Devonte Green•
📍Los Angeles, California📍
»Hollywood Health Center«
{2 weeks later}
"I think you pregnant, at first when i thought about it, I was scared—we was on the way to the boat ride in Tulum and i was panicking, but now I'm like it's whatever." i rambled, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand. "What about you?"
"I want you to shut up," she rubbed my stomach.
"I should be rubbing yo stomach," I tried to rub her stomach, but she popped my hand.
"You must not wanna be pregnant? Lemme rub yo stomach, mami," i tried to again, same result.
"My momma got split open from ha coochie to ha bootyhole having me." she blurted.
"Thats why you not excited?" I asked.
"Yea, ion wanna feel that typa pain, but the other stuff might be fun," she replied.
2 knocks could be heard from the door, making both of us snap our head to the doctor who was entering.
"Hi, ok so it confirms that you are.... 3 weeks pregnant, congratulations," she smiled.
My jaw dropped, and eyes widened before looking at Sabria, seeing her smiling.
The lady chuckled, before speaking, "Ok, so there are options to either keep the child or-" I cut her off.
"We keeping it," I blurted, before looking at Sabria. "Right?"
She nodded, "But you just cut her off, Te."
"Im sorry," I apologized, biting my nails.
"Since you're keeping the child, I can schedule your first appointment where we'll take a physical exam, and discuss more about the pregnancy," she explained.
"Alright, so you can actually schedule your next appointment at the front desk, Im sorry," she wrote something down.
We both stood up, "Thank you."
"No problem, sweetheart, you both have a blessed day."
"You too," Sabria replied.
Once we left out the room, I grabbed Sabria's neck and kissed her deeply, "Im finna be a fucking dad, mami."
She laughed, licking her lips, "And im finna be a mommy."
I smiled, pecking her lips 2 more times, before we made it to the front desk. We scheduled the next appointment, before leaving the building and heading to Sabria's mom's house. We told her the next day, after I told Sabria about the possibility.
"Im finna call my daddy," i told her, getting my phone out.
I put the phone speaker up to my ear, "Hello?"
"Yea," his voice boomed, making me instantly take it from my ear.
"What you doing, da?" I asked him, driving out of the lot.
"Feeding the dogs, prolly finna go to the shop," he said.
"Oh, i just came back from the doctors, and shit," i smiled.
"Yo ass must got some? Dirty ass nigga," he cracked up.
"Hell nah, nigga!" I furrowed my eyebrows, making Sabria laugh too.
