BBG • Anthony Davis• (ON HOLD)

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I counted out loud, looking at all the bags I've had packed and yet to pack. Standing in the middle of the room, I looked at the bags on the floor that held everything I owned. Turning my head, I see the now empty closet with mere hangers left making it look barren and unused.

I would have never thought that my life would come to this point. Being promoted, having to move across America, being pregnant at 22 and the father of my child left like I had the plague.

Anthony hasn't been home for 2 days now, I tried calling his personal phone and even the Pelicans facility but it either went to voicemail or he would reject the call.

The moment he left through the door, I fell to the floor and balled my eyes out. I remember sitting on the cold tiled floor for hours with nothing but my hiccups and sniffling. I didn't know what I was expecting anyways, he's 22 and at the peak of his career; a baby would only weigh him down with responsibilities and commitments he isn't ready to take on.

But who said I am either? I'm only 22 working a seven day, 12 hour job. How can I take care of a child when I myself was a child? I didn't know the first thing about parenting, feeding, changing diapers. Hell, even giving birth. What kind of mother would I be to my child? Can I even step up to the role?

Sighing, I unconsciously placed my hand on my growing belly. While I was thinking, I didn't notice I was rubbing it.

Looking down at my belly, I kept thinking about the little baby that will very be present in my life in a couple of months. I smiled unconsciously when I thought about the baby's face, who'll he or she take after. I imagine playing dress up and going shopping if it was a girl and playing basketball and attending games I it were a boy.

It also crossed my mind how Anthony would teach him basketball in our front yard, teach him how to ride a bike or give him dating advices when he's older. But the smile I had on my face quickly faded and the ache to my heart returned, Anthony didn't want anything to do with me nor his unborn child. My kid would grow up without knowing their father and how amazing he is.

"I promise mommy's gonna take care of you. Daddy loves you too even if he doesn't say it." I whispered to my stomach.

Releasing a staggered breath, I moved towards all the bags I've placed at the bottom of the bed. Leaning down, I quickly zipped up the final bag and checked if everything was there.

Content with everything, I started carrying two bags at a time down towards the bottom of the stairs. After making two more trips up the stairs, I was ready to load everything in the car.

Shoving everything inside the trunk, I slammed the door shut. Walking up the steps and making my way inside the house once more, I looked at everything intently, as if memorizing every detail of the house. This has been my home for nearly two months, it may not have been long but it was still home.

Getting the letter I've written, I reread over it one last time.

Hey Ant-man,

You know how much I find corny all the letters that start with Dear.... So I ain't writing that. This was a difficult letter for me to write knowing the fact that this is a form of goodbye. I remember thinking that the last letter I would write were my wedding invitations, but boy was I wrong. I could never thank you enough for being the biggest support system known to man, thank you for asking me if I had dumplings the first time we ever met, thank you for not crushing me when I punched you in the eye.

I could thank you for so much things, but I don't it would fit in here. So, I just wanted to say, Thank you. Thank you for being Anthony Marshon Davis Jr., being you was enough to get me through the days were I didn't feel like getting up anymore, were I wanted to just end it all.

The child that I'm carrying is half of you, so I know that they will be just as supporting and loving as their father. I know that you may think that you don't want this child, but I think different. You want him or her but is just scared of the responsibility it brings. I can't blame you because I feel the same way, sadly I couldn't just walk away because the kid's literally in me lol.

Although you won't be a part of their lives, I would still tell them how amazing and loving their father was. Don't worry, I'll tell them each day and each night before they go to bed that their daddy loves them. Because I know you do, Ant. You love them no matter how hard you deny it.

I may not be the best woman out there, but I'll strive to be the best mom I can for our child.

Although I'm sad that it hand to end this way, I'm also happy that I was able to experience what true love was even for a short period of time. You made me happy and you still do.

Promise me that even though I'm not around, you'll make sure to take care of yourself. Maybe in the future you'll see your child but until then we'll have to watch you through our tv screens.

I love you to Pluto and back (no matter that it isn't a planet anymore)

Always and Forever, your BBG.

Ron 

Exhaling loudly, I left the note on the hallway table along with the house keys. Giving the house one final glance, I left and locked the door behind me.

I took my time in walking down the steps for one final time, surveying every detail the front garden and the yard had. Nearing the last step, I turned around and looked at what has been my home for nearly 2 months.

Giving myself a boost of confidence, I got in my car and drove off.

Here's to new beginnings.

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 HAHAHA YOU'LL HATE ME FOR THIS BUT

THE ENDDDDDDD. Maybe. Sorta. I think.

I know this update sucked ass but my grandma just died and I'm seriously just disoriented right now. I'm sorry, I really am.

Sorry for the late upload, had midterms this week and I had alot of things going on with my family and friends. But anyways, comment, vote and add to your libraries if you haven't xoxxo