Compton

Pregnant?

"...Lisha, you're what? Pregnant?" O'Shea asked with a shaken up voice.
"Yes, O'Shea I'm pregnant with your child."
She walked up to O'Shea and grabbed his hands and put it to her stomach. "Our child."

He retracted his arms from her stomach in disgust.

"I don't know, Lisha girl." Said Steven.
"Seems to me like you've just been eatin good. Heck, maybe even a little too good."

Tony and Steven began to cry tears of laughter.
"Yeah." Tony chimed in.
"Eatin' even more than me!"

Steven let out a loud Screaming noise and dropped to the floor holding his stomach laughing.

"It's not fucking funny!" Lisha cried.
She turned to face O'Shea who was super zoned out and pale.

"Oh, baby." Lisha said as she touched O'Shea's forehead.
"You're burning up. Let me get you into a nice warm shower and into a bed."
She looked over at Steven who was still rolling around on the floor, then to Tony who was on his hands and knees dying from laughter too.
She bit her bottom lip then looked back over to Steven.

"Steven. I'm putting O'Shea in your bed. We're spending the night and in your room, too. Cool? Thanks."
She took O'Shea by the arm and guided him to sliding glass door into the house.

They could both hear Steven calling them from the backyard.
"Now wait a minute, that's my room, Lisha. My room!"
Everything else O'Shea and Lisha heard was tuned out.

Lisha took care of O'Shea. Washed him up, and even tucked him into bed.
"Li...Lisha." O'Shea's voice was weak as he was reaching out to talk to her.

She turned around to face him. "Hmm?" She said with a weak smile.

"th...thank you."

"You're welcome.. Now, let me go get you some medication from wherever Steven keeps it." She turned to exit the door, but O'Shea grabbed her hand.

"But I'm still in love with Drè. You being pregnant isn't going to stop me from working things out with her."

Lisha's weak smile began to fade away. She was emotionless.
"I know, O'Shea. We'll see how that goes when you tell her the great news."

She leaned over O'Shea to kiss his forehead, and proceeded out the door.

A smile raged on her face, as she took her time trotting down the stairs; and into the kitchen.

She went straight for any kitchen cupboards in her sight until she saw the one with medication.

She was humming a lullaby until a presence was formed behind her.

"Slick, Lisha. Funny, actually. I find it amusing how you actually think you're going to get away with that."
It was Stevens voice.

Lisha turned around to face him. A knife in her hand as she leaned over the kitchen top to get a better look at him.

"And... if... perhaps I do?" Lisha said in a questioning voice.
"There would be nothing your little dick having ass could do about it but keep your mouth shut."

"Hmph." Steven said with her arms folded over his chest.
"First thing Bitch, don't get ahead of yourself. O'Shea's a big ass boy he doesn't need your ass to take care of him. Second thing, bitch. Get on the fuck out of my house being a rude ass house guest that I didn't even invite. And third, bitch. My dick ain't even small I don't know who the fuck you think you are making assumptions and shit."

Lisha eased off of the counter and her eyes fixated at the top of the staircase. A smile appeared, then she locked eyes with Stevens.
"I guess... I'll just... have to find out right now, won't I?"

WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD BE MORE SUITABLE FOR O'SHEA AT THIS POINT?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ALL THE CHARACTERS SO FAR?

SORRY GUYS, FINALS ARE OVER IN TWO DAYS THANK GOODNESS. STAR AND COMMENT, PLEASE.

~Yensie.