6

11 0 0
                                    

(Faith & Charity In MM)

Hope P.O.V

" my feet are killing me" charity complained in the car.

" you know you're pregnant but u be doing the most at the park" I teased her.

" I couldn't drink so I had to enjoy to the max" she laughed back.

Just then a squirrel ran into the road making me hit down the brakes hard.
" oh my god! Are you okay char?? Is the baby OK?" I panicked.
" yeah I'm fine you didn't even hit anything" she said laughing at me.
Some black suv stopped in the road I guess to come check on us.
" hey you guys okay?" The dark muscular guy said.
" yeah we're fi--"
" charity? " he said pulling off his shades.
" hey boss ; its charity!" He said directed to the suv.
Just then this fine piece of specimen came out the car. He was hot asf and I looked at charity wide eyed.
" hey if it isn't ms Jamaica." He said licking his pink lips.
" hi Calvin" she smiled at him.
" hi char" he returned the look.
They continued to talk over me until I cleared my throat cause it's like they forgot I wasnt even there.
" my bad this my girl hope, hope Calvin" she said .
" nice meeting you; he said with his flash white teeth,"
" so can I get your number now charity?" Calvin said looking at her.
" not a chance ; bye lovey" she said queuing for me to leave.
" bye Calvin" I smiled at him and drove off.
When we got to Charity's house I noticed that she had to get up and punch in her code at her garage. Her gated community was really tight on security.
" where's your dad?" I asked as she leery my vehicle in.
" Jamaica with my mom; I'm telling then im pregnant tonight" she said locking her door.
" it's cool I'll stay over" I smiled heading for the shower.
After we showered I cooked up some spaghetti dinner and started to Skype with dre on the couch while charity sat at the table waiting for her mom to answer her video call.
" hey its Tyty ! Wah gwan gyal?" Her father said to her and I could see Mrs. Jones grabbing a chair to sit to talk to her.
" I have something I want to say to you guys," charity said sadly. I stood up at the sound of someone buzzing in on the gate.
" Jones residence; a Faith and Joy are here ; allow in?" The data guy said.
I pressed the green button and sat back down on the couch not getting to comfortable cause I have to open the door for these fools.
When I got back I could hear charity's parents arguing .
" she should be able to raise d child where she feel like Mary nuh budda pressure her into coming to live in Jamaica" her father bellowed.
" what bout d baby fadda he gone marry you charity ? You only 20, you cyah be married" her mother sobbed into the phone. I looked at charity at the verge of crying so I decided to step in.

" hey goodnight Mr. And Mrs. Jones; " I smiled and they continued with their quarrels like I wasn't even there.
" ehmm- I know it's your daughter and you only want what's best for her but she doesn't even have a supportive father and the last thing you guys can do is show that you're happy and be there for her during this time; have courage that'll she be an excellent mom and raise this child to the best of her ability." I smiled and they seemed to listen to what I said.

" okay charity don't cry we're here for you and we're not disappointed we love you so take care of your self eat healthy drink plenty of water and call everyday" her father said getting comfortable with the situation.

" and don't forget to rub your belly and talk to the baby it keeps it happy" her mother smiled back " see you in a couple of months but call us on this ting every night no excuses!" She said stretching.  They hangged up the phone and Charity went to wash her face.

The spaghetti started to over spill and rushed to the kitchen. I heard someone knock at the door; I assumed was Faith and joy so I asked charity to get it.

After cleaning up and setting up 4 plates I any back to the living room and noticed the door wide open and no one was inside. I stepped outside and saw joy throwing up in the bushes with faith holding her hair back and charity on the step talking to Calvin.

The Lit EntourageWhere stories live. Discover now