New York City, New York
Kastynn
Two months later...
The tears welled in my eyes as leaned my head back onto the couch, rubbing my now large stomach around in circles. Baby Kyron has been kicking me for the past hour, and to say it hurts like hell would be a completely absurd understatement.
A month ago I started in getting back my groove in school work, but Kyron has managed to keep me up late as hell with his busy body and not allow his mother to sleep.
Ti'Ron is at work, and of course Kiki is at school right now. Bey has just gone on tour, taking Blue with her, and Jay... well, he's nowhere to be found, not like I care anyway. My parents are here, Chezz is on the way, and of course Tesia and Tisha will be here the weekend I give birth.
It's been two full months of straight hell. I've been going back and forth to the bathroom like a pee-maniac, my bowels have not been normal, I want to eat an entire building right now, and of course shank Ti'Ron in all at the same time.
But thank God in another week I get to see my baby, my first born, my son for the first time ever. Although, two weeks ago I did get to see his pretty little gorgeous face through the four-D ultrasound pictures that Ti'Ron had wanted to pay for.
They were expensive coming straight out of pocket, but Ti'Ron kept telling me 'but it was all worth it, babe' and of course I know so.
He's been such an amazing man, and I know he's going to be a great father once Kyron gets here. We haven't decided on a middle name just yet; however, I think I feel what his natural occurring idea may actually be.
I have no problem letting him partake in naming his first child-- our first child. Just as long as it is nothing weird, unknown, and a name you can't even go look up in the dictionary.
"Honey, I'm making you some food right now because the look on your face that you're hungry is a complete dead giveaway." Mom says, ending her sentence with a chuckle.
"Yes, you see how impatient she is right now?" My dad asks my mom, rubbing both my cheeks with his bare hands.
"Yes, I do. Which is why I'm going to fix her a meal that'll satisfy her." My mom answers to my father, spinning herself around and heading back into the kitchen.
I hear my dad groan and he takes a seat next to me on the couch, grabbing the TV remote and turning it on. "So how's it been sweetheart? Stressful?"
I look over at my dad with batted eyes, rubbing my stomach around in more circles to soothe my stomach's jittery behavior.
"Yes." I sigh in frustration. "But Ti'Ron has been helpful for the most part. Keeping the stress away and keeping me off my feet. Especially monitoring everything I eat." I chuckle softly.
A sharp pain hits my lower backside and I groan out loudly, hitting my dad in the process as I hunch backwards on the couch, the unbearable pain sliding and gliding it's way through my lower backside.
"Baby girl, you okay?" My dad asks me, handling my lower backside in his hand.
I look into his eyes and shake my head, the tears start streaming down my face. I grab my cellphone and dial Ti'Ron's number as fast as I could, not even clicking on his name.
He answers on the first ring, luckily. "Hey babe.
"You're a piece of crap! You know that, Ti'Ron? I'm sitting over here crying my damn eyes out, this pain sitting in my back, and on top of that I feel like I am so fucking overdue right now!" I scream out in anger and fear.
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Take Me As I Am: Book Three
General Fiction"I'm focused on becoming someone I never knew I held within me. It's always a good change to become a better person than you were the day, week, month, and year before. I'm not doing this for no one else other than me. Call me selfish if you may, b...
