JUST ANOTHER ONESHOT BOOK

20(MPREG)

BISHOP

CHICAGO

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- Bishops due date is approximately August 31st. -
See how things work out, I didn't plan for the baby to be a Virgo but look at that.
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Three  months after the last oneshot.

Bishop was sitting on the couch yawning, he had switched to do school online this semester. Not by choice either. But Chicago didn't want Bishop stressing himself out. As if school wasn't stressful anywhere, as if his boyfriend is out until 3 am isn't  stressful- as if him carrying life itself isn't stressful. School was the least stressful thing in his life right now.

It was midnight, Bishop was up working on a project he still had a week to do but that wasn't the point. If his boyfriend was home maybe he'd be in bed but that was another conversation to be had later. He was now five months pregnant.  Almost six. He was twenty weeks to be exact. The whole trimester pregnancy thing confused him. All he knows it started to feel the baby move, which was cute at first- now it doesn't stop moving .  Only when Chicago was rubbing his stomach or  talking. Which was annoying because Chicago  wasn't one to talk much, he didn't want  to sing- ever, and he was still in the streets so he wasn't home until late.  Another reason why Bishop was up right now, his child was kicking the shit out of him, his back hurt- he always had to pee- he got big as hell over night and he missed his man.  Pregnancy wasn't kind on him.

   To add on to everything else  Bishop was starving, he had food aversion so bad he could only eat certain things, than if he ate it so much he would suddenly hate it and then it took forever to find another food he wanted to eat. Right now it was a quarter pounder with cheese from McDonald's, a medium fry and a Oreo McFlurry.  The Oreo McFlurry especially- so you see everyone's panic when the ice cream machine is broken. Quincy had made 4 workers quit from threatening them to fix it because he needed that McFlurry.

  Quincy had proven himself to be the best candidate to be the godfather. 

He looked at the time and whined rubbing his stomach, "relax yo- imma call him right now" Bishop spoke to his child as he picked up his phone and hovered over Chicagos number. As soon as he hit the green button he put it on speaker and held it closer to his stomach hoping this would work.

  "Why you up baby?" Chicago answered quick. It was only midnight and he left out at eleven that meant if he was doing anything serious- he wouldn't be home until three.

  "Because your fucking child-

"Chill" Chicago only responded making Bishop roll his eyes.

"I'm hungry- and I'm tired, and my body hurts.. and your child is making it worse"  Bishop started to complain and he heard Chicago sigh.

"I can probably drop you off some food before I do what I need to do- you gonna come outside to get it?"

"If I have too- I mean carrying your child is a lot of work and all, but u think I can manage going out front of the house"  Bishop mumbled and Chicago just let out a small laugh.

  "Aigh- imma call when I'm out front- and please come out like you got sense" he warned Bishop.  But in Bishops defense everything was growing while pregnant, he couldn't help if his ass was too. Chicago was just easily jealous.

  "When are you coming home to— I don't know sleep?"

"Shit- if you get off my line sooner than you think" Chicago joked but Bishop didn't find it funny. Instead he hung up and threw his phone.