⚠️Megan G!P⚠️
"There's just something about you that keeps me floating.
You see what's inside. Broken, restored it.
It's unconditional, these days you know?"
-Brandy
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Two weeks later. Beyoncé:
We just learned we're having a little girl and Megan is so excited.
It was actually really cute seeing her face light up at the doctor's office.
She's genuinely happy to be having a baby with me.
And I can't lie, I'm not as disappointed as I thought I would be to coparent with her.
The way my friends acted I thought she was going to say fuck them kids.
Instead, she's been nothing but sweet and excited.
"My daughter not gone want for nothing. I'm finna ball out." She says stuffing fries in her mouth as we eat at the diner she brought me to.
"I can already tell you're about to spoil her." I chuckle biting into my burger.
"You fuckin right." She smiles brightly. "I'm getting her furniture for my house soon. I can get the same for your place if you want."
She passes me her phone, showing me a cute five piece nursery set.
But the price is crazy.
Like twice what I planned to spend on nursery furniture.
"Megan, this is almost $900."
"Yeah, I know." She shrugs taking a bite of her burger.
"You can get 2 $900 furniture sets?"
"Yep."
What 19 year old has that kind of money?
"Are you a drug dealer?" I ask her.
She laughs.
"I'm not gone say I've never dealt drugs. But that's not where my money comes from." She says. "My parents died and both of them had pretty big insurance policies. I'm good on money."
She seems overall unaffected telling me that but her eyes tell a different story.
Beneath her happy, bubbly personality, she's hurting and that hurts me.
I know what it's like to not have parents at 19.
It's hell.
"I'm sorry about your parents." I say earnestly.
"It's okay. I'm getting used to being alone." She tells me.
My heart breaks.
I don't know her well but I know she doesn't deserve to feel alone.
"You're not alone anymore. You have a daughter coming." I remind her.
She smiles looking down at the sonogram photo.
"Thank you for letting me be a part of her life, Beyoncé." She says softly.
"Of course." I respond.
Honestly, I contemplated telling her for 3 and a half months.
