Baby Mama (Tyler The Creator)

11 weeks

I lay in my bed starring up at the ceiling and
thinking about how much has changed these
last two months. After telling my mom the
news she had this look on her face and pure
disgust and disappointment. When I tried to
explain myself further she got up from her
chair and left. I chased after her and grabbed
her arm so she could stop and listen to me but
all that got me was a hard slap to my face. I
believe her final words to me were "I did not
raise a slut." Along with a few other choice
words ,that you would never imagine coming out of a priests wife's mouth, but After that I haven't heard from her since. The everyday phone calls have stopped,
I never get anymore various emoji filled texts
that i have grown to love, and she even
blocked me on Facebook. It broke something
deep inside me seeing my mother look at me in
such a disgusted way. It made my stomach churn just thinking about it and Ive been laying on my bed
sulking ever since. The fact that I haven't
heard from Tyler since he went on tour isn't
helping things either. After telling him I'm
pregnant he told me that in a few weeks he
was going on tour but he promised that he
would call me every night and text me
whenever he could, which he did, for the first
week before I lost all connection with him
completely. He's supposed to be coming home today so I'm excited about seeing him but I
also don't want to see him because I'm angry
about how much of a jerk he's being.
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11 pm at night

My eyes slowly began to flutter closed as I drifted
into a peaceful sleep until a loud knock sounded
from the front door. My eyes shot open and I laid
there a while trying to figure out my next move.
Should I answer the door? I mean it could me a
serial killer for all I know, so should I not open the
door? But What if it's Tyler. Curiosity got the best of
me so I rubbed my eyes and sat up, slipping on my
warm fuzzy slippers and padding to the front door.
I checked the time on the kitchen clock and gaped.
Who would knock on someone's door at 11 pm? This
is defiantly a serial killer, this is why that damn
curious cat is dead (from the expression 'Curiosity
killed the cat' 💀 I think I'm funny).
I heard another loud boom from the
front door, whoever is outside that door is one
impatient serial killer. I grabbed the biggest knife I
could find in the kitchen and hesitantly opened the
front door "Hello?" I called out before opening the
door completely. First I saw his dark skin, then his
red plaid pajama pants, followed up by a lime
green sweater with a flower in the middle. "Tyler!"
I squealed wrapping my arms around around his
neck. His arms slithered around my waist and
brought me closer to him "Hey baby girl." He
smiled. There was a familiar scent on him that I
couldn't quite pinpoint. I've smelled it before but I
don't know what from. When we pulled apart he
looked down at my bulging belly and smiled
brighter "And hello to you too." He said bending
down and kissing my belly "She started kicking." I
said as he looked up at me "She?" He asked
furrowing his eyebrows together "I don't know for
sure but by the baby patterns I really believe it's a
girl." I smile. He grins at my and plants a soft kiss
Ontop of my belly "I love her."

Authors note:
I know Tyler in this book is nothing like Tyler in real life but in this story I'm showing the more passionate and loving side of Tyler that we don't normally see. Anyway hope y'all enjoyed.