im currently six months pregnant. i told vinnie 5 months ago when i was only a month. we broke up. he doesn't know if he wants to be involved, but he calls me every once in a while to check up on me and my little girl. we don't really talk much, we just call for about a minute and that's it.
he didn't really freak out when i handed him the test. he was frozen for a sec before he snapped into reality. we both took blame for not being careful enough. but im 20 and he's 21, you would think we'd be smart. but he was my first everything. we were together for 3 years.
now, it was 2am and i needed him. my baby was making me need him if that makes sense. i just wanted to feel his touch, hear his heartbeat. i picked up my phone as i had tears down my face. it ringed twice.
"hello?"
"hi vinnie." i sniffled.
"y/n? are you okay?"
i shook my head, leaving it silent. "no. i need you." i cried. "okay, okay, im on my way." he said, and hung up the phone. soon, he was knocking on the door. i got up, and opened the front door. i looked tired, and it was obvious i was crying. i opened my arms, and he wrapped his around me. the minute i felt his fingers around me, i stopped crying and i felt home. i sighed in relief.
"did you want me, or did she want me?" he chuckled, pulling away. "both." i mumbled, pulling him back into a hug. we haven't hugged in so long. "um.." i sniffled, pulling away. "do you mind.. staying the night?" i questioned softly. "of course. whatever you want." he smiled. "don't say that." i chuckled. we made it to my room, and i laid on my pregnancy pillow. he leaned against the headboard looking down at me. "why?" he laughed.
"because you know what i want." i mumbled, staring up at him. he sighed. "i mean, we could've at least tried to make it work." i said. probably shouldn't have said that. "i dont want a baby right now." he spoke calmly. i sighed. "i dont want a baby right now either, but im already pregnant, and i love this baby." i was scared to hear the answer to the question i was about to ask. "do you love your daughter?"
"of course i do." he answered with no hesitation. "then why aren't you ever really here?" "did you invite me over just to fight with you?" he yelled, making me slightly jump. "no.." i mumbled, turning over and pulling the covers over my body. i just stared at the wall. "i just wish you'd be more involved." i mumbled so low he could hear. he sighed. "i am involved." he stated. "when?"
he looked down. "when i told you i was pregnant, you broke up with me. i had to move out on my own, with no help, while pregnant. for the gender reveal, you showed up but you didn't stay very long. you didn't even want to be there!" i yelled. "because y/n! having a baby is a big responsibility! im 21 years old, we're still so young! we have so much to live for." he explained. "well, i guess you do since you dont care."
i said. "not my fault you got pregnant." he said. "you're the one with the sperm!" i yelled. "so all this is my fault? it's my fault that i got pregnant? you do realize it takes two to make a baby right? or are you just that stupid?" i stated. i was getting pissed off. "it's not just my fault." i said, getting up, and slamming my bedroom door. he followed me right after.
"y/n.. i didnt mean it okay? im sorry."
"no you're not, you've always thought that haven't you? i cant believe i even invited you over! ugh you crawl under my skin so bad." i let my anger get the best of me. "you know what.." he started, but didn't say it. "say it. dont be a pussy now." i said. i didnt mean it, i was mad. "i want nothing to do with this baby!" he yelled. my heart dropped. this wasn't the vinnie i know. he didn't mean that, i know he didn't. his eyes filled with regret.
i walked over to him, grabbing his face. his eyes watered and so did mine. "look at me. i know you dont mean that." he looked at me with soft eyes. "i know how much you love this baby. you can deny it all you want. i know you. i know my vinnie. okay?" i sniffled. "no one is ever ready to have a baby, but us? i think we can be. we dont have to be dating, but i would like for us to atleast be living together. for her sake." i finally let it out. his lip quivered softly. he wrapped his arms around my waist. "im sorry.." he cried. we held each other the whole night.
*5 months later*
we ended up moving in together. we're still not dating, but he's stuck by my side. he sleeps in the guest bedroom sometimes. but he mainly sleeps with me we just have a pillow in between us.
"can you watch her while i shower?" i asked, holding her on my hip. "yeah of course." she was only two months old, so she was still so tiny. "thank you." i smiled, handing her to him. they were so close. there were times where she didn't wanna be held by me. i started the shower, and realized i forgot my clothes. i opened the door, and saw a beautiful sight. he had her on the bed, lying her on back as he played with her. making her laugh. his love grew for her so much the minute she was born and he held her.
i always knew he would love her. i closed the door, and stepped in the shower. when i was finished, i wrapped myself in a towel, and went to get my close when i saw vinnie walking around the room, cradling her in his arms, feeding her with the milk i pumped earlier. i smiled, grabbing my clothes. he looked over at me and smiled.
*20 minutes later*
i came out, and saw she was put to sleep in the bassinet, and vinnie asleep on the bed, with the pillow in between. i laid down, facing vinnie. he was always a beautiful sleeper. his eyes slowly opened and i quickly closed mine. "I know you were staring at me." he said in his sleepy voice. i laughed. "so what?" I joked. i turned over, and pulled the covers over me. i felt a pair of hands on my waist, and a warm body against my back. "goodnight." he whispered, holding me close to him. i smiled. "goodnight v." i replied. he kissed my head.
i felt safe. i felt like a family. i felt it in my gut, we were gonna make it.
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