| 24 | Trevis
I understand that Ziare doesn't like that Brittney is pregnant but hey! shit happens. I'm not even sure if this is my baby to be honest. As much as I'd like a son or a daughter I should have kept my head in the books instead of between some body's legs. I'm to young to be a father but If I become one sooner than I thought than I will be there for my child and support them as my mother did for me that's it that's all.
I was now walking into the doctors office for Brittney's appointment.
'' What room is Brittney Morgan in?'' I asked the man at the desk. '' What is she here for sir?'' He asked politely. '' She is her for a doctors appointment because she is uh pregnant.'' I said not sure of myself. '' Oh, right she is in room 236 second floor.'' He announced writing down something on a sticky piece of paper and handing it to me. '' Thank you.'' I said as I took the visitors pass and made my way up to her room.
I knocked on the door waiting for a answer since I was running late to get to the doctors appointment. '' Come in!'' Somebody said.
'' Ah , you must be the boyfriend and father right?'' The doctor asked. '' No , I'm not the boyfriend.'' I shortly replied as I took a seat besides Brittney as she sat on the table. '' So your the father of the baby right?'' He asked kind of confused. '' Eh? some like that.'' I said not knowing my damn self. '' Oh , well I should be back in no later than ten minutes.''He said as he walked out the room before closing it.
'' No hey? No hug? No kiss? damn just like that?'' Brittney said. '' Nah mane , You not my girl at all so please don't start this b.s alright. I'm just sticking with you until I find out if this my baby or not , none of that kissing and shit like that going on over here aight?'' I said trying to make things clear. '' You can say all you want but I'm always going to be the mother of your child okay! I'm not going anywhere no time soon , so cut the shit out you to easy. I can make you fuck up you and that fat bitch relationship in a instant, just to make this CLEAR.'' She said calmly.
Disrespecting me? Okay.
“ Bitch don't fuck with me alright? Ziare has nothing to do with me and you. You can stop allat right nah." I semi yelled.
“ Is everything alright in here?" The doctor asked as he walked into the room. “ Can we get on here please." I asked trying to leave.
“ Uh right, lay down and lift your shirt from off of your stomach." He instructed as he grabbed that jelly shit to rub on her stomach.
“ This might be cold." He warned, rubbing the jel on her stomach as he listened to the babies heartbeat. '' Well you are four in a half months pregnant, would you like to know the sex of the baby yet?'' The doctor announced.
Four in a half months pregnant? she told me her ass was three months pregnant. Some ain't adding up.
'' four months Brittney?'' I stated more than a question. '' Uh did you not just hear him?'' She stated in a duh tone. '' Bit-- I mean you told me you were three months and you looked sure about it! whats going on really ?'' I asked getting mad. '' It was simply a mistake.'' She lied.
I'm not going to push it though. I'm going to find out now or later.
'' Well you are having a boy. Congratulations!'' The doctor said more forced than actually meaning it. '' That's all for today!'' He said handing Brittney some napkins to wipe her stomach off and leaving out of the room.
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Teen FictionZiare Channing. The one who has been called , fat, ugly, poor and so much more. She's grown up to be older than she is. Only sixteen and she has to play the role of a mother to her younger brother since her mom can't do the job that she's supposed t...
