Chapter Two: Part Three

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Prod and Ray sit there in disbelief.

Prod puts his hand over his mouth.

Ray : “ARE.YOU.KIDDING.ME?”

Prod : “I cant believe this.”

Doctor : “Did I say something wrong?”

Prod : “No. It's fine.”

Prod and Ray turn to walk in the room with you.

YN : “Everything ok?”

Doctor : “Welp , I really don't know. But , I THINK its great. Um . . . YOURE PREGNANT” (:

YN : “WHAAAAT ?! WAIT- - - HOW ?! WWWWHHHAAAT?!”

Prod : “ Congratulations , YN. You're pregnant.”

YN : “By who?!”

Ray and Prod : “PRINCETON.”

YN : “WHAT THE HELLL?!”

YN : “ARE YOU SERIOUS , DOCTOR?”

Doctor : “I'm afraid so.”

Roc and Prince then walk in eating a bowl of Jello.

Everyone's eyes turn to Prince.

Prince stops with confusion : O___O “ WHAT I DO?”

Prod puts his arms around Princeton. “Congrads , man.”

Princeton : “For what?”

Doctor : “You're a father.”

Princeton spit of his jello.

Princeton : “EXCUSE ME?! OF WHOOO?!”

YN : “Me. I'm pregnant. And , it's yours.”

Princeton : “No.”

YN : “What?”

Princeton : “aha , no . You're kidding me. Thats NOT my child , im sorry.”

YN : “PRINCE.”

Doctor : “We took the DNA test. I'm afraid its yours..”

Princeton : “LIE! There's no way. You smashed every dude in the house! And all of a sudden its mine? BULLSHIT.”

YN : “Princeton! It IS YOURS.”

Princeton: “ How the HELL do I know that?”

YN : “THE DNA PROVES IT! This is your child . YOU brought this baby into this world.”

Roc : “Aye , Prince . She may be right. It could be yours. You DID have sex with her the longest.”

Princeton: “ But , Prod had sex with her first ! HE should be the dad . I dont care , its not the truth . Im NOT the father .”

Prod : “Just give it a chance , Prince.”

Princeton : “NOO. I got a life to live. I can't be sitting around like this all day.”

YN : “I cant believe this..”

Princeton : “Well , you should have thought about that befor you smashed everyone in the house YN !”

He grabbed his jacket off the chair .

Princeton : “thats NOT my baby , and im NOT taking care of it. I'm sorry .”

He left out , letting the door slam behind him.

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