My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 3

Y/N

Fast forward to three weeks later and here I am, lying on my sofa curled into the fetal position staring at the blank TV screen across the room from me. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now. After I took the first test I went back to the store and bought four different tests, each one a different brand, I took them all and each one came out exactly the same. Positive. 

I grabbed my phone and dialed Tiffany's number. I put the phone to my ear and waited for her to pick up. "Hello?" she asked. She sounded like she was sleeping, but it was the middle of the night after all.

"Are you awake?" I asked her.

"Do you know what time it is?" she replied.

"I don't know, sometime past midnight I guess." I answered.

"Y/N...is something wrong?" she asked.

"Yeah," I confessed

I could hear her moving around on the other side of the phone. "What's the matter? You're not hurt are you?"

"C-can you just come over please?" I said unable to hold back the tears. it's cool to blame the crying on the hormones right, or is it too early. i'm not sad, i'm just kind of overwhelmed. so overwhelmed that all i can do right now is cry. 

"I'm on my way." She said before she hung up the phone. I dropped my cell down on the ground and turned my gaze back up to the television and continued to cry. It only took Tiffany about ten minutes to get to my apartment from her house, but it felt like I waited an eternity for her to get here. When she knocked on the door I didn't move, she has a key and she's not afraid to use it. seconds later i heard the door swing open then bang shut right after.

"What's going on?" Tiffany was breathless as she looked around the room as if someone else was supposed to be there. She found me laying on the sofa. "You look like you been hit by a truck."

"That's how I feel," I said to her. 

"So what's this? a slumber party or something." she looked down at the coffee table, picking up each little plastic stick and placing them back down on the table. "well," was all that came out of her mouth. i sat up on the sofa and gave her enough room to sit down on the sofa with me.

"I needed to talk to you...about him, and all that stuff." I said to her.

"Stuff? we way passed stuff sis, this is some deep shit." she asked combing her fingers through my hair. She picked up a section and started a small braid. "Does that mean I'm getting details?"

"I still can't remember all of the details." I said to her. Tiffany laughed a little.

"Uh, have you told him?" she asked.

"I just took the tests like an hour ago." I answered.

"So are you gonna tell him?" she pressed. "like wht's your plan?"

I pulled my legs up and sat down on the sofa with all of my weight leaning behind me on the arm of the couch.

"i called you" i told her. "that's the only plan i have."

tiffany turned to mimic my sitting position on the otehr side of the sofa. this was something we did often. we would sit like this and talk all night sometimes. it always made me feel better when we did but this time was different. 

"I don't know...I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"You should start by telling him, like right now. She pulled out her phone out of her pocket. I leaned forward and smacked the phone out of her hand.

"No!" I yelled. Telling him was the last thing I wanted to do. I'd worked so hard to not be one of those girls that looks like she hangs with famous dudes for an easy come up. If anyone found out about this I would probably lose all credibility and my reputation would be ruined. I'd never be taken seriously in the workplace or in public ever again. I'll just look like nothing more than a groupie baby mama.

"What the hell do you mean no?" she asked

"He's famous and one of my best friends," I said to her. "and i still have to work for this man."

"You also slept with him and now you're pregnant. You gotta say something because it's not like he isn't going to find out about it." She said.

"Well he's going to figure out that I'm pregnant regardless of if I tell him or not, but that doesn't mean that I necessarily have to tell him that it's his." she narrowed her eyes at me.

"That's a bad idea," she said flatly.

"No, just listen," I said. "He's not ready to be a father and we all know that. We're not even in a relationship."

"So what are you saying?" she asked.

"I thought about it...and I think the best thing for me to do is to just raise the baby on my own." Tiffany rolled her eyes and looked away from me. "no just listen, i can have the baby and just raise it-"

"Okay," she said. "As your best friend I am completely obligated to tell you that this is a fucking stupid idea. Y'ou actually think you can keep his kid from his while you raise it right in front of his face and he'll never figure the shit out?"

"And who's to say that he even wants the damned thing." I shout back.

"Thing?" she asked. There was a twinge of hurt in her voice. "Are you sure that it's him that doesn't want a child or is it you?" she challenged. I swallowed hard and started back at her. I hadn't thought about that, abortion was never something that I could see myself doing. I still can't, the only reason I'm choosing to have this child is because I feel like I have to.

"I...don't know." I admitted. "I really don't know what going on, and what I'm going to do.... I can't make all of these decisions right now!!"

"Just chill Y/N, you just took a test, it's positive but you havent been to the doctor or nothing. there's still a lot of wiggle room you got to make a choice." Tiffany sat back down and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"Don't tell me it's going to be alright. Say it and I swear I'm going to punch you in the stomach." I said. Tiffany laughed at me.

"Fine I won't say it. I think that this is too stupid of an idea to actually work anyway." She said. "But in the end it doesn't really matter what I think because this is your decision to make. Just know that whatever you choose I'm behind you one hundred percent."

"That's all I really wanted to hear." I replied