Melanie P.O.V
I was sitting in the doctor's office after getting checked and waiting for the result. I was sitting with shaky legs hoping that this was a nightmare.
"Look it's all good remember whatever happens I'm here, you got help and support" Michelle said getting up from the seat beside me. I just nod my head, I wish my mom was here with me. I know they barely payed attention to me but she was always there for any big events of my life. This one was the first that she is absent and that stings a bit. I guess I'm gonna have to get used to that.
The door opened breaking me out of my thoughts and the doctor walks in. I immediately made eye contact with him with teary eyes.
"Well good news you don't have no STD, or any disease of some sort but you are pregnant."
" I'm what...?"
" ma'am you are pregnant" He said showing me my test results.
I broke down in his office, I'm not ready for a kid yet, I'm not financially stable. I don't even know the first thing about taking care of a child I can't do this. But I strongly disagree with abortion, because if my mother decided to abort me I wouldn't be here, and I do believe children are a blessing from God. I thanked the doctor and we left the hospital."Are you hungry" Michelle asked
"Nah I'm good" I said laying on the couch. She came and sat next to me " you need to eat you can't starve yourself especially now you eating for two".
"I know I just don't feel like eating right now" I said with a sign.
" Well okay.. Anyway I figure you got nowhere to go so you can stay here with me. Nene can stay with me in my room and you get hers. I just need three hundredth a month." She tells me.
I nod my head getting up to use the bathroom. I got inside and was looking at my flat stomach. I rub my hand over it imagining how I would look when I start showing. I look at my face and start thinking about all I've been through for the last two months and I felt my face getting hot and a tear runs down my face. I wipe it off and left the bathroom.I came out and I saw Nate sitting on the couch with Nevaeh on his chest laughing at some cartoon that's playing. I look at them in awe, its so beautiful to have that father daughter love and I honestly envy that. Now my child won't know who Its father is. Which sucks but I don't want a man like that near my kid.
"Are you okay?" Nate asks me turning around.
"Oh yeah I'm good" I said trying to fake a smile.
"Meme come watch with us" Nevaeh said patting next to her.
I reluctantly went and sat down, as soon I did Nevaeh put her hands up indicating that she wanted to sit on me, I picked her up and sat her on me. Spongebob started playing on and I just quietly watched. Nate scoot closer to me and ten seconds later I feel his hand on my shoulder. His hand was warm which felt nice. He started playing with my hair and making circles on my shoulder gently, I was already tired and this was making me sleepy. I yarn and kept watching, then I started dozing off a bit. I guess Navaeh was sleepy to cause she fell asleep and her weight caused me slide down hitting Nate's chest. I was about to get up but he pulled me down, wrapping an arm around me and Nevaeh.Michelle P.O.V
I was extremely tired going home from work, all I wanted to do was cuddle with my baby and maybe Nate even cause I know he would be there.I unlocked the door and heard the TV still on, I went to turn it off when I see Nevaeh on Melanie and she on Nate's chest which got me angry. Just by looking at the sight, I snatched Nene out of Melanie's hand and went to my room and slammed the door. I felt bad cause I woke up Nene but I felt betrayed in a way. I pat Nene's back and put her right back to sleep. I guess I woke them up to cause I heard them talking. There was a knock on my door " Michelle is that you?" Nate ask.
"Just leave my house" I said.
I heard him sign and then the door opened and closed. I can't believe her, how could she, who she think she is taking my family.
Nate is mine and that's final.

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Stubborn
FantasyI, Melanie Davis, never knew that I'd become pregnant at just eighteen (18) years old, with no knowledge of who my child's father is and unemployed. Having nowhere to live, I reside on the streets, the cold concrete a bed and my quivering arms a pil...