I would just like to say the funniest thing came out of my best friend mouth like 2 minutes ago.
"My boyfriends stupid, he doesn't think I like him."
It's currently 3:51 a.m. I have no life- wait what? Correction, WE have no life.
Her username is @BubblegumMuke if you want to follow her.
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"You're- you're lying! You're not pregnant, we haven't had sex in what? Three months? Have you been cheating on me? Oh god, I knew this day would come. Our relationship was to good to be true-"
"I'm three months pregnant." I interrupt.
"Wait," Confused, he raises an eyebrow. "You've been pregnant three months and you didn't think to tell me?"
"You haven't been home!" I defend and sit down, grasping my stomach. "You leave before I wake up and sometimes you don't get home until I'm asleep! And while we're on the topic, where have you been? If you weren't with Mae than where the hell do you go?"
He let's out a frustrated sigh and grips his hair again. He walks over to our dresser at a fast paste and opens the top drawer, pulling out a folder with multiple paper's hanging out. "I've been trying to- uh. I don't even know why I've been looking into this, but like I saw this thing on the TV for foster kids and I just kind of woke up one morning and drove to the foster society here in town-" I cut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his lips on to mine.
I pull away and watch as his eyes flutter open. "You want to host foster kids?" I ask, my heart fluttering at the fact that he generally wants kids, even if it were for short periods of time.
"Well, yeah. I heard the foster system is brutal. I hate seeing people suffer."
I smile raising an eyebrow. "And when were you going to tell me about this?"
"As soon as they say I'm allowed to take them home. I needed some backup thing in case you said no." And for the first time in the past hour he generally seems relaxed.
"I wouldn't have said no. I would have said be careful. Expessially now, considering we're having a baby. And Niall, we are having a baby.
