We Grew Up [Unedited]

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

~Charlie

[November 16, 2013]

My hands flew to my stomach as I moaned and doubled over in pain. The child is trying to bruise my insides I swear!

We had been in school for about 4 months and it was almost mid-November. I was due January 2 and I honestly could not wait to pop this thing out. My back hurts, my everything is swollen, I have to piss 100 times a day, I eat almost everything in sight, plus I, myself, am getting tired of my mood swings. *sigh* The joys of being 8 months pregnant -.-

“Ms. Brown, are you alright?” the teacher asked.

“I fine,” I answered quietly, still recovering from the pain.

As soon as the bell rang, I waddled as fast as I could out of the door. I was so hungry, I felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. But of course I ate enough to feed 10 times the population of Africa.

“Hey, slow down little duck.” someone called from behind me. When I turned around, I was face to face with Prod, Ahleesha, and Jacob.

“I’m not a duck.”

“You sure waddle like one.” Jacob joked. my lips formed a pout as my arms crossed my chest as best they could, considering the giant milk sacs.

“Aww,” Prod cooed. “Yall leave my baby alone!.” he scolded after kissing my lips ever-so tenderly.

Yes. In case you haven’t figured it out, Prod and I are now official. No more, as you call it, ‘Friends With Benefits’.

“Oh whatever!!” Leesha joked. We made up a while ago after the incident where I kicked her out. But, unfortunately, her and Jacob are still together.

[Lunch Room]

After Getting our food, we sat at our usual table for this year. We don’t sit in the courtyard anymore. It’s too far of a walk. I sat on the bench connected to the table, then turned to the side, sitting cross-criss while facing Prod. He sat the same way as me, except his legs were on either side of the bench instead of crossed.

“Whaa?” I asked Prod who was staring at me while I ate. It was getting a little creepy.

“You are so beautiful!” Against my will, my brown cheeks warmed at the compliment. His lips meant with mine seconds later and I grabbed Prod’s hand as I felt the baby gently kicking.

“We gonna have a little soccer player the way this one is kicking.”

“Oh! Let me feel!” Leesha exclaim as she got up from her seat. She placed her hands on my stomach but by the time she was settled the Kicking had stopped. “Aw”

“Here, let me help.” Prod leaned in once again meeting his lips with my own.

“Oh yeah,” Leesha nodded her head approvingly. “Definitely a soccer player.”

About twenty minutes later, the baby kicked again, this time much harder. I yelped in pain, grabbing my stomach and Prod’s shoulder in the process.

“What wrong?” he panicked. “Is the baby coming?”

“N-”

“Oh my gosh! I’ve gotta call ever-”

“Prod!” I hit him. “The baby aint coming fool.”

“Oh.” I saw him relax. “What’s wrong then?”

“The b-” I was interrupted by another painful kick. “The baby must be angry. It just kicked the shit out of my bladder.”