Well it had been a Long night for Max. It's now around 2am and her and Dalton are ready to leave. they began searching for cookie when she finally spotted her with Marcus.
"Cookie. We are leaving!" I shouted over the music.
"Alright! we will too!" cookie nodded.
Dalton grabbed me hand and we walked out the club, cookie and Marcus soon followed out behind us.
We made it to the cab and it took us back to the Roosevelt.
Once, we reached the Hotel we all got on the elevator and up to our floor.
"Alright. We will see you all in the morning." I smiled to cookie
"Okay night Max." Cookie said.
Me and Dalton went on into our room and I sighed.
"What's wrong mamacita? Tonight was great" he said pulling off his shirt.
"Yeah but.." I stopped a stared at Dalton, observing his wonderful six Pac , which I found oddly attractive and the moment.
"Max?max?" Dalton was saying as he waved his hand in my face.
"Yeah??yeah?" I snapped out of it.
"Take a picture it last longer" dalton chuckled
"Shut up." I said as I pulled my shoes off.
"So tell me... what's wrong? he said
I sighed and turned around.
"Dalton... Cookie just might be pregnant"
~~~
I was nervous! My heart felt like it fell straight into my stomach. I paced back and fourth In front of the bedroom television holding my stomach.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed with no shirt on and his thick curly brown hair, out it's ponytail all sprawled out on his shoulders.
"Cookie?" he said
I looked at him and sighed and continued to pace the floor.
"Cook-Britney are you okay?" he said
"Marcus....I .. I have something to tell you."
He nodded.
"Okay tell me." he shrugged.
I sighed and dropped a tear.
"Well Marcus... remember that night we did it." I said
He chuckled.
"Cookie we've done it a numerous number of times, be pacific please."
I sighed.
"The night we did it unsafely, because you "couldn't resist" "
"Ahhh that night, yes I recall. why"
"Well Marcus. It backfired. I'm pregnant."
~~~
You would've thought Marcus would of got up and immediately say the baby wasn't his, or leave cookie, or even beat her. Just because.
But no, he didn't.
He sat there on the bed with a blank expression, Then soon fell to his knees on the floor in front of Cookie.
He softly placed his hands on her stomach and smiled, looking up to her.
"My baby?" I said at a lost for words.
She nodded and got a small smile.
"Yes. your baby." She giggled
I looked back at her belly and smiled.
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Hollywood Roosevelt
Ficțiune adolescenți"Don't Fuck With A Santiago" It Was The Family Motto. A Signature To Our Name. But I Guess He Didn't Catch The Message.
