Drew’s POV
The next morning I woke up to find Liyah still in my arms. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. She looked so peaceful lying in my arms. I eased her out of my arms and headed downstairs. The first person I saw was her father. I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Morning sir.” I greeted, trying to walk past him.
“Have a seat.” He said, turning off the TV. “Let’s chat.”
“About?” I asked, sitting down across from him.
“Last night.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “Go ahead.”
“Is the baby yours?” he asked.
“No sir.”
“How do you know?”
“Sir it’s a little too soon to find out.”
“So if it was.” He looked at me. “Would it be yours?”
“I don’t know.” I mumbled.
“Look son, I don’t know what it is. But ever since you walked in the picture they have not been getting along.” He said. “And I want you to fix it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But you betta do it before it’s to late.”
With that he walked away. I sat in the living room feeling clueless.
How Am I Going To Fix This?
Meg’s POV
I’m in the bathroom cleaning myself up from throwing up. Lately this morning sickness has really been killing me, my clothes don’t fit anymore, and most importantly I can’t eat what I want anymore. Don’t nobody and I plan on keeping it that way. The only person that I can tell is Liyah. I walked back into my room and laid down. I picked up my phone and tried to call Red back, but he’s not answering. That’s when I decided to call Liyah. She picked up on the 5th ring.
“Hello?” she answered groggily.
“You still sleep?” I asked, feeling nervous.
“Yeah.” She shifted around. “But what’s up?”
“Can you come over?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“Give me a hour and I’ll be there.” She said.
“Okay.” I said and we disconnected.
We sat in my room laughing and talking. This is my time to tell her. She held her stomach as she died laughing. I looked at her and I smiled. As her Love Pink red jumpsuit hugged her curves right.
“Liyah.” I whispered. “Can I trust you?”
“Yeah.” She said, smiling. “Why can’t you?
“I’m serious.”
“I am to.”
“I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Meg.” She whispered. “By who?”
“Red.” I cried. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry.”
“Shh.” She held me. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“You promise?” I asked.
“I promise.” She whispered. “How long are you?”
“8 weeks.” I cried.
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Playa Meets Playet
Teen FictionIn this story you meet two teens that’s completely different. You got it; it’s a boy & girl. Not just a girl & a boy. This girl her name is Aaliyah. She is not like most of these girls. Her body is on point, just like a model. She pretty, she knows...
