Chapter 24

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by dubzies

by dubzies

PLEASE READ I just was informed that my gruncle has died. Please don't bother me it's been a rough day. My mother got in a car accident, and I just about died in gym from asthma.

“Got everything Jerome?” I say loudly.

“Yeah, Did you take the test?” Jerome yells from the bathroom, getting his toiletries.

“No not yet, do you want to take it there?” I say, hesitated

“Nah, we should do it here so when we get there, we can tell them immediately” Jerome said, taking out a test.

“Ok. But we catch the plane in 30 minutes.” I say.

“Let’s do the test on the plane.” Jerome says.

“Why would we even do that?” I say, as Nevaeh comes in the room, in her plane outfit.

“Hi” Nevaeh whispers to me.

“Are you ready to take the test?” Jerome asked without noticing Nevaeh.

“Yeah one sec.” I say to Jerome.

I whisper “Scare daddy” to Nevaeh as she goes to her dad and says “ROAR” in his ear.

I laugh as Jerome hands me a paper dixie cup and one of the tests. I go into the other bathroom as Nevaeh helps Jerome pack up my makeup.

I go into the guest bathroom and pee into the dixie cup. I put the test in and i swirl it around, take it out, and put the cap on the test. I go out of the bathroom and tell Jerome which makeup goes in which bag, and walk back into the bathroom. I look at the test and see a little faint woman with a big belly, which indicates your pregnant. I smiled so much I couldn’t stop.

When we got onto the plane, I give Jerome the test across the aisle, cause he sat with Eli, and I sat with Nevaeh. He smiled, and Eli asked, “What is it daddy?” Jerome said quickly, “Your having another little brother or little sister.” “WHAT?” Eli yelled. “Calm down, bud” Jerome said, and everyone began to stare at us 4. I said loudly, “I’m pregnant.” Everyone clapped for us. Jerome quickly said thank you, and it all calmed down for a while.

Then this fangirl, wearing one of my designs, with her phone out, vlogging, saying she’s on a plane with her favorite two youtubers, ChelseaMC and JeromeASF. I told Jerome and we picked up Nevaeh and Eli, they were still 5 and small. We walked over to her, and I caught a glimpse of her phone case. It was Jerome’s Bacca Mafia design. She was a fangirl, A big one. We asked what her name was. “Cayla.” She said. “Can I see your phone?” I ask, politely, she gave me it, and I put my phone # in it. I also signed her t-shirt and gave Jerome the phone, to sign. We took a picture with her. She was Jerome’s 2 millionth subscriber. She was my 300th. We walked back to the seats and got the kids settled. I fell asleep and was awoken by a vomit taste in my mouth. I unclicked and ran into the bathroom. It was my 1st tri morning sickness.

We got off the plane and called a taxi. When we got everything in the trunk, Jerome took a glance at the taxi driver and said “I don’t trust him.” “OK, Do you expect us to walk?” “No. Call Mitch.” I heard the phone dial and heard Mitch pick up. “Hey Mitch can you come pick us up?” “Yeah. Terminal 3C.” He hung up. “30-45 minutes, he said.” Knowing my brother, we’d be here for another hour and a half because Mitch is always late. No matter what. It runs in our blood. I go to the cinnabun shop and get us all a cinnamon roll to eat. The kids took a nap and Jerome is watching them. Mitch got here and I handed him the cinnamon roll. “Thanks. Get in! The house is amazing!” I know, because I lived there for 2 summers. There was just so much space. “Jerome, how are the kids?”, I say from the front seat. “FIne.” They’re still asleep. I think now’s the time to tell Mitch. “Hey Mitch?” “What is it, Chels?” I start to smile really big. “I’m pregnant.” He stopped abruptly and said, “What?” “I’m pregnant.” I repeat. Mitch laughed and smiled. “Another nephew or neice?” I didn’t know. I obviously was just informed I was pregnant. “Don’t tell anyone.” I say. “Ok. JellyFish promise.” The jellyfish promise was our handshake back when we were kids. We got to the house and it looked just as it did when we were kids. I walk in to see the boxes everywhere. I knew it was a 4 bedroom house, so we needed to compromise. The office changed to a bedroom and the nook did too. That makes 6. 3 more to go. Those would be downstairs, the cold cement. Curtains would section it. The kids would share a room, get 2 bunk beds, and make it easy. We’re here.

I walk into the house and everyone is unpacking. We brought stuff for 2 weeks until our things come. The house looks better than 1997. We go to our room (the old office) and get unpacked. The kids will sleep in our room for tonight. Tomorrow we get the bunk beds.

We unpacked and then sat down to watch some TV. Everyone came to sit down and Jerome nudged me. I knew what he was talking about. I was planning the convo, but my mouth just blurted out “Hey guys?” “Yeah?” They said it in unison. “Want to know why we got here late?” Yup. We were there late. “Well, I had taken a test before we got on the plane and told Jerome on the plane.” I say waiting. “Tell Jerome what?” Ian asks. “I told Jerome, that I’m pregnant.” Ian started to laugh and Mitch pulled out his camera. Mitch took so many pictures it was hilarious. Jason asked who would be the godparents. Mitch and Ash. “Name ideas go in the box outside our room. We’ll look through them when we learn the gender.” Mitch grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a name. I couldn’t see it, but I know it’s good. We watched the last episode of Dexter, since it just aired, and went to bed. I woke up crying. I fell back asleep. When I woke up I threw up and went to go wake the kids. I walked in and saw our air mattress and the sleeping bags. But no kids. I ran around the house trying to find them, but I couldn’t. I started to hyperventilate. I ran into Jason’s room and accidentally scared him. “I can’t find the kids.” I say. “Calm down.” Jason tries to calm me down. “No one has been in the house except us.” I say franticly. “Maybe they just went outside.” He says. Jerome walks in, wearing athletic shorts and a red wings jersey. “Jerome! Where are the kids?!” I say getting scared. ‘They’re right here sweetheart.” Right then the kids walk in. I calmed down and asked for some oatmeal. I threw up again.