"I THINK you should get back with the boy." My mother says, and i shoot her a look.
"Mommy you suppose to be on my side." I say in a whining manner as i ate the lil fruit bowl she made me. As of now im about 2 months pregnant. The morning sickness isn't as bad as it was before, but the hormones came and took its place. I literally cry over the littlest shit now and it's pissing me off cause I'm supposed to be a gangsta, yaknow?
"I was, and I still am. But judging off what you telling me, the boy seem like he really trying and he actually care. And, he could've just ran the fuck away as soon as a baby was such little as mentioned." She spoke cutting up some pineapple.
"So you better THANK GOD til thy kingdom come that it was him your intoxicated mind chose to fuck and not some random.. broke sorry man that don't got nan goin on fa himself." She added, drying off her hands. I honestly take in her words cause she was right, it really could've been worse, so so much worse.
"And he is a very nice boy, remember when he had gotten me that bag for mother's day. I still be wearing that shit to Sunday services, mhm yes i do." My mother nods and I laugh at her.
"And you know damn well you love that boy, you just dont wanna show it cause you too scared that sum may happen. But let me tell you sum baby, you cannot always live in fear." My mother lectures as she points at me "fear will be the thief of your joy. And that boy right there, along withthat baby that's growing every day in that stomach of yours, will be your joy. I rest my case." She said putting all of the fruits she been cutting into a container.
"You think I should get back with him forreal?" I ask, considering it.
"Girl did you not just hear shit that came outta my mouth?" She asked throwing a grape at my forehead "that big ass shit." She mumbles, speaking of my forehead.
"Mommy???" I say with my mouth open in shock "i'd expect that shit from daddy, not you." I roll my eyes.
"Oh so its okay when his good for nothin ass say rude shit to you but when i do it its wrong? I PUSHED that big ass forehead out, hell." She rants as she stores the rest of the fruits into the fridge.
"Whens the last time you talked to his hoe ass anyway?" My mother asks me and i shrug.
"I think last month? He supposed to be coming down here soon though. I wanna tell him Im pregnant when he get here though cause Ion feel right tellin him over the phone." I explain and she nods.
