Pregnant With the Player's Baby

Chapter 16

Lea's P.O.V.

Month 5

"I'm starting with the woman in mirror. I'm asking her to change her ways." I sing into my fist and shake my ass.

I look very closely at my stomach in my extra large mirror, striking a sassy pose. I take in my messy black hair and Tom & Jerry pajama bottoms. One hand is on my hip the other limp at my side. My weight on one leg. Sadly my stomach makes me look- not sassy at all.

I slouch unattractively and begin to tear up. Stupid hormones.

"Lea, what's wrong?" Jesse sits up from my queen sized bed looking genuinely confused.

I look at her with my storm gray eyes. She flinches in recognition.

"No, you are GOING to school missy!" She proceeds to fold her arms and roll her neck as if she were my dear mother.

"I don't wanna." I whine. "Isn't that ratchet girl still after me? You wouldn't want her to hurt me and my poor baby would you?"

"No. I want you to get your ejumacation though."

"It's education." I deadpan. Are you seriously serious? "Oh my god, you're so ghetto." I turn to the mirror adjusting my hair.

"Yeah, yeah. Whateva. Just get ready." She sassily smacked on her gum.

"Fine." I give in, oddly turning back to posing.

"So- I figured everything out Ms. Lea Wilson." Jessy squints her eyes. I turn around confused.

"Huh? Figure what out? I have no idea what you're talking about." I almost laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, boo. I have no idea."

"Remember we went to shop around?" She sits up raising a sleek black brow.

"Jessica. We went shopping how many times?" I ask obviously.

"It was recently! Do you remember now?"

"Yeah! What did you figure out Detective Simone?"

"Everything!" She points to me accusingly.

"Like?" I push.

"The plan you cooked up with my boyfriend!"

"Oh! That plan! Well, you see-- We kinda-- We had to-- I don't know!" I say cracking up internally. I pause. "Wait. You guys are back together?"

"Yep."

"Again?"

"Yeah, long story. I'll tell you about it later." She says dismissively. "Anyway we ended up jumping around on-"

I just lost it there. I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore. I just let it all out. For some reason when I laugh I start screaming, and then scream-laughing.

"That is so not funny! How could you just leave me there with that shit-head?" She oh-so shockingly states and throws up her hands in disbelief.

"Girl, you need to stop running away from your problems." I say as a matter of fact. "You taught me this, but look at what you are doing right now."

"Maybe you're right."

"I'm always right. See? Nobody ever listens to the pregnant girl!"

"Once again, whatever." She falls flat on my bed.

"Get up!" I whine.

"I can't! Why is your bed so fluffy?"

I think about it for a moment.