Marcela's Love

Chapter 16

••••• 3 MONTHS LATER •••••
••••• MARCELA POV •••••

- I'm 7 months now & recently found out that I'm having a boy! I'm so excited, but I'm waiting until visitation in two days to tell Rah. I've gotten used to being alone now so I got another job to help occupy some of my time & I'm planning on moving sometime soon. Rah & I talk almost everyday & I'm wearing the promise ring he left for me. I'm kind of nervous about raising a little boy on my own because they need their fathers. Especially at such a young age & he won't even be 15 until he'll get to see his father outside of a visitation room. I try to keep those thoughts out of my head because they bring me to tears. In the middle of my thought process, my phone started ringing & I can't find it...
I shuffled through the pillows on my bed & tossed the blanket until I heard it hit the floor. I quickly picked it up, but it had just stopped ringing. I looked at the screen & let out a breath of relief that it was only Aunt Lo. I pressed the button to call her back.

"Hello? Hey Marcela baby." She answered.
"Hey Aunt Lo. How are you?"
"I'm fine baby, how are you & my great nephew doing? Have you told Rah yet?"
"We're fine & no ma'am, not yet. I'm waiting until I visit him on Tuesday."
"Well okay. I was just checking on you. I'll be over tomorrow to help you set up the nursery."
"Thank you, I'll see you then."

His aunt has been very supportive & very helpful so I'm thankful & so has Amber. It's funny to think about how we fought the first day we met. So much has happened within the past year & I'm happy things are finally calming down. My only wish is that my best friend & boyfriend were out to live it with me. Here I go with the tears again, I wiped my face & decided to get dressed to go out somewhere. I put on a shirt that now barely covers my stomach & decided to go in Rah's clothes to find one of his nice designer t-shirts. I put that on with a light jacket, a pair of jeans & some boots. Then I was on my way. As soon as I got in the car, my phone was ringing again & this time I knew who it was.

"Hey bae!" I answered excitedly.
"Damn ma, you missed a nigga that much? I talked to you yesterday." He chuckled.
"I always miss you. One call is never enough."
"Yeah, same here. What you doing? How's my baby?"
"I'm about to go get some food right now because he keeps kicking me."
"He?"
Oh shit. "Huh?"
"Marcela, you just said HE keeps kicking you. I'm finna have a son?"
"Yeah, it's a boy Rah. I was tryna wait to tell you when I seen you but I'm not good at keeping secrets. Never have been."
He laughed at that. "I'm really happy that it's a boy tho. But how have you been? Like you Marcela, not the baby."
"I've been okay. Between work & trying to get the nursery together. I'm really horny tho."
"I know you are baby. I'm sorry you have to go through this."
"No... I'm the one that's sorry. "
"Well listen, I love you. I gotta go ma."
"I love you too."

That's usually how our convos go. Each one of us is sorry for the part we played to get us in the predicament we're currently in.