\Ricky's POV/
I'm startled and burst awake. My phone was going off like crazy. When I read the screen it's a blocked number so I answer it. "Hello."
"Your ex had a miscarriage." Well that was no surprise. "Ok?" I say unsure of what to do. I mean she was a bitch and she just want sympathy, I've got to deal with miss pregnant who's living with me. "Uh, don't you want to come with her " He asks questionably. "Uh, no I hate her." I almost said that she could die for all I care but I thought that was a little harsh, even though it's true. "Ok!" He says and hangs up. Just then Avery starts to wake up. "Hey baby." I whisper and kiss her forehead and she groans. Half way down the stairs I hear a big boom and I run back up. "I fell." She says giggling. I help her up and pick her up. "Come on lets go shopping!" I say and pull her downstairs so she can eat. "Why and for what?" She asks curiously as she eats the cereal she made. "Fa Da Bahee!" I try to speak as my mouth is full of food. Avery just laughs, "I got like, a good 8 months!"
"So?"
"So we can wait, I can tell your going to be the overprotective father."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ok just wait!" She jokes and walks away to the living room. Whatever. I want what's best for my kid, and I mean the very best. Since it's the weekend I go up to my gaming room and just mess around until I get hungry. "Hey want anything while I'm out?" And this is the answer I got, "No, but I hope you like that girl of yours." She whimpers. The hell? Every time I go out she asks me I get a pizza and go wait for it or get portillos and those lines are always long. I run up to her, "I'm not cheating but when we, well I, go out to get food you get the stuff that takes time I make, or the lines are long! Please stop being mad!" I plead. This is very corny and girly but life is worthless with out her. She hugs me and tells me she wants cake. Well, portillo's has killer chocolate cake! I run out the door and hop into my car and blast my music, until I get to the restaurant and walk in to order my food. All of the sudden, I get slapped in the face. "I hope your glad I miscarried your baby, bitch." My ex spat in my face and walks out. Stupid bitch. Whatever, I hate her and don't give a crap anymore. I just sigh and get in line for our food.
A/N
Hey!
thanks again for all the reads I'm literally almost to 600 already so WHOOOO! and sorry for the short chapters I've been having a hard time writing lately, sorry!
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