Brittany's POV:
I woke up, and it was like 9:30 pm, so I got up, and put on some jogging pants, and a T-shirt with my low top white socks. I walked out the room to see Deanna cooking, so I walked in the kitchen to see what it was. She was cooking some fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, macaroni and cheese, with green beans. She had a big jug of sweet tea on the table.
Me: It smells good chicka.
Deanna: I'm making 4 pieces of chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, gravy, and green beans, with tea, and I have a buttermilk pie in the oven.
Me: Wow!
Deanna: Do you mind setting up the table?
Me: I'll do it.
I put the plates on the table, with the silverware, and the napkins, and cups.
Deanna: Now, you need to wake them up, while I fix these plates, and cups.
Me: Ight.
I walked in Sherries room, and she was sleep, so I woke her up.
Sherrie: What's going on?
Me: Dinner is ready come eat.
Sherrie: I'm up, don't eat up that food!
Me: Girl come on, you and that baby greedy!
I walked out her room, and walked in my room I climbed on top of Deonta, and started kissing his neck, and he kissed me compassionately.
Me: Bbbbaaaabbbyy, dinner is ready.
Deonta: But I want you for dinner.
Me: Maybe later, but Deanna cooked a big meal, so let's eat.
Deonta: You said, Deanna?
Me: Yeah, why?
Deonta: Now I really want you for dinner.
Me: Boy my boo can cook why you talking!
Deonta: Ight, I'm coming let me put on my clothes.
Me: OK, I'm go be out here eating.
Deonta: Greedy ahh!
I gave him the finger, and walked out. Sherrie, and Deanna was sitting at the table talking, and laughing. I sat beside the empty seat, and started talking to them.
Deanna: Sherrie, who you go be with girl.
Sherrie: Well, somebody who is willing to love me, and my baby, and when I go back to school I was going to ask you guys can you watch her after school, and after high school I'm not going to college I'm going to get a minimum wage job, yep.
Me: Well, that's a good plan, and your having a girl?
Sherrie: I found out last week!
Deanna: Girl, you go have to let me comb her hair I hope you know that right.
Sherrie: You can while I'm at school.
Me: well that's ni-
Deonta: Deanna you betta not be cooking no poison cause we in dis house.
Deanna: Sit yo round headed as* down!
We all started laughing, and he sat beside me, and we prayed, and begin eating. While I was eating a felt a sudden pain in my stomach, I ran to the bathroom, and started vomiting, and somebody was holding my hair back. I sat up, and it was Deonta he handed me a towel, so I wiped my face, and sat on the toilet.
Deonta: You OK, baby?
Me: Yeah, I'm good.
Deanna walked in looking sad.
Deanna: The chicken must not have been cooked long enough, I'm so sorry I won't cook again.
Me: No, its not that, your food was delicious, something just wasn't agreeing in my stomach that's it.
Deanna: Well, I'll be in the kitchen, call me if you need me.
Me: Thanks chicka.
I walked out the bathroom, and we put our plates in the oven, and it was all good......................................
*1 month later*
Sherries POV:
Right now I'm at the doctors office with the long lost Israel, and the baby is due anytime this month, and he has a room prepared for me. We walked out, and got in his car, and headed to my house.
Israel: Bae, I'm sorry I haven't been seeing about you, I just been caught up in the game you know, but I'm go be a great father best believe that, and I know your gonna be a great mother.
Me: Thanks, I guess.
Israel: Um, I wanted to ask you to move in with me.
Me: Israel, not until your out of the game, and I'm 17 having a baby and I graduate this year, so maybe after graduation, but as for now its a no, I don't want my baby around those people you have at your house everyday!
Israel: Look, don't raise your voice at me I just asked a simple question, and I don't have nobody at my house but those little buddies, WE, WE use to shoot up with, so get that right!
Me: I'm trying to get clean, so stop talking bout that sh*t Israel! I said I'm not staying at your dam* house, and I expect you to accept my answer, and let it be do-
SLAP!
He slapped me, a pregnant as* woman!
Me: Let me out this car!
Israel: I'm sor-
Me: NOW!!!!
He stopped the car, and I got my ultra sound, and purse, and started walking, and called Deonta, since Brittany has been sick for a while, but I think its something else.
*Our Conversation*
Me: hello, Deonta?
Deonta: Oh, hey.
Me: I'm sorry, but Israel slapped me, we had a heated argument, and now I'm walking, I'm in front of Toms barber shop on 45th street.
Deonta: I'll tell Deanna to pick you up.
Me: I was hoping you could take me.
Deonta: Umm, why?
Sherrie: Nevermind, I was just scared of Israel.
Deonta: You good, Deanna gotta pistol in her dash, so you good cuz.
Sherrie: Cuz?
Deonta: Yeah, one day I'm go make your cousin wifey, and if she yo cousin marriage go make you my cousin.
Sherrie: I wish I had that, I thought me, and Israel could be that, but the game got him, I hope you get out the game quick, or you and her go be in some trouble.
Deonta: I know what you talking bout, but let me call Deonna, so you can get away from around there.
Sherrie: Alright, bye.
*End of Conversation*
I sat on the block, and like 15 minutes later Deanna pulled up. I walked to the passenger side, and got in, and we pulled off.
Deanna: What happened?
Me: Me, and Israel got into a heated conversation, and he slapped me and I got out the car, and started walking, and called Deonta, and he called you.
Deanna: Oh, but you OK chicka?
Sherrie: Yeah, I'll be alright.
We pulled up to the apartment, and went to the Britt's room.
Brittany: Hey, Sherrie, hey Deanna.
Both: Hey!
Deanna: You gaining some pounds baby.
Brittany: That really makes me feel better.
Deanna: I'm sorry chicka I was just speaking the truth.
Sherrie: Well, your doctor appointment is tomorrow, so you can figure out what's wrong.
Brittany: Thank god, because I need something for this pain in my stomach, and continuously vomiting, I feel soo bad, and I'm having a craving for lots of food, that's why I'm probably gaining pounds.
Deanna: Well, let me empty your trash can I'll be right back.
Brittany POV:
Deanna, and Sherrie walked out the room, and I went back to sleep thinking about tomorrow.
I woke up, and it was 6:30 am, and the the appointment was at 7:15am, and Deonta was picking me up at 7:00am, so I got up, and went to the bathroom, and started me a bubble bath. I took a long, warm bubble bath, and wrapped a towel around me. I put on my underwear, and bra set, and when I picked out my pants Deanna walked in.
Deanna: You ready to find out some news chicka?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
I pulled up my skinny jeans, and my pants wouldn't buckle.
Deanna: Dang chicka!
Me: I know, sh*t I'm really jumping to conclusions right now!
Deanna: What?
Me: I-I might be pregnant.
Deanna: Are you sure?
Me: I really am 96% sure.
Deanna: Well, you will have to tell me when you get back, but if you are congradulations chicka!
Me: Thanks, IF I am.
I took off those jeans, and put on my silver, and pink sundress with my silver sandals, and my hair in a high bun. I put on my silver ring with my silver bracelet, and my sunglasses. I grabbed my purse, keys, and phone, and I grabbed a Twinkie, and walked out the front door. I walked downstairs, and saw Deonta in his car. I got in the passenger seat, gave him a kiss, and we pulled off. We finally pulled up at the doctors office, and we got out, and walked in hand in hand.
We walked to the doctors office, and I sat on the bed.
Doctor: Good morning!
Brittany: Good morning.
Doctor: Well, I'm going to need a sample of your urine, so you can drink this bottle of water, and when you feel like you have to go pee in this cup, and ring this buzzer, and I'll come get it.
Brittany: OK, doc thanks.
I drunk all my water, and I finally had to pee I grabbed my cup, and went to the bathroom. I peed in the cup, and rung the buzzer, and he came in shortly after that.
Doctor: OK, it should take at least 20 minutes, so if you want to leave, and come back, or just can sit here, and wait your decision.
Deonta: We'll wait.
Doctor: OK, I'll be back with your results shortly.
*20 minutes later*
Doctor: Your results are in, and we have good news.
Deonta: What is it!
Doctor: Congradulations, Brittany your a mother!
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