Love in New York [Under Construction].

XXIII.

"I'm right here" Lyra reassured. I hesitantly dialed Adam's number. My teary eyes struggling to dial read the numbers. Once I finished, I listened to the dial tone. "Aaliyah? Hey." I held the phone away as I let out a few curse words. 

"Adam.." I choked out, "W-we need to talk right now." "Babygirl, are you crying?" he asked. Lyra rubbed my shoulder. I wiped the tears off my cheek with the back of my hand. "Come to my apartment as soon as you can, please." 

I hung up without saying bye, and dropped my phone by my side. "I'm so stupid." "Aaliyah, why didn't you make Adam use condom? He would've been fine with it, I know." "I'm on birth control so I didn't think...even when James and I had sex we rarely used condoms so..I never got pregnant." I put my head in my hands. 

Did I even want this child?

Adam's POV

I swung open the door off the Art Institute and sprinted down the sidewalk. I ran down around the corner and down the street to the small, deserted-like floral shop. "Patricia, I need my order!" I demanded. Patricia, a middle aged Hispanic woman I had know since I was young, emerged from the back of the store. 

"Why the rush?" I tried to sputter out an explanation. "Aaliyah, she-she's crying and I just need to get there to see what's wrong-" "Slow down, I'll be right back." I tapped my foot nervously. Patricia scurried back into the room with the roses and some chocolates. 

I paid her and rushed out to the subway. All the times I called her to apologize, and now she wanted to call me? I know something's wrong-Shit! I don't even have a apology ready!

My POV

"I am so stupid" I repeated, over and over. Adam rushed into the room, with a bouquet of red roses and chocolates in his toned arms. "Baby I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have put my hands on you, please just accept my apologize" he pleaded. I looked down at my fingers. "We have bigger problems.." His eyebrows scrunched up in frustration. "What?" Lyra squeezed my hand. "Lyra can we talk alone?" She nodded and left the room. 

"Babe, what's wrong, tell me." I lifted up shaky hands and took the flowers and chocolates out his hands. His chocolate brown eyes followed my hands guiding his. I rested his hands on my stomach. 

"I'm pregnant, Adam." 

Adam's eyes bulged out and he fell back onto the floor. "You can't be!-how?-Damn it! This isn't happening." I began to cry harder, his reaction made it twenty times worse. "How do you think I feel? I'm the one who has to carry a child! I'm the one that has to go through back-breaking child labor! Just-just go, leave me alone!"

"I'm not leaving, Aaliyah, making the baby was just as much my doing as yours." I pulled my knees up to my chest. "My life is over. All the things I could've done and I got pregnant in college." Adam sat on the couch and rubbed my back. My stomach churned and I ran to my bathroom and threw up. Adam held my hair out of my face. 

Once I was finished, I rinsed out my mouth and I sat on the cold tub's edge. "What are we going to do now?" I asked. He shrugged, "I don't know." Adam picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. Adam lay in bed next to me, our foreheads pressed against each others. I rested my hand on my flat stomach. I still couldn't believe it. Adam rested his hand on my stomach with mine. "Even when you gain thirty pounds I'm still going to love you."

I giggled, for the first time in what felt like forever.

I had a glimmer of hope.

"Even with my mood swings?" "Yes, it'll be worth it to see my hijo o higa (son or daughter)." "I hope it's not a girl to be honest." Adam stared down at me. "Why? She'll grow up and be as beautiful as her mama." I took a deep breath. "So, this won't happen to her." 

I looked down at my stomach; where life was forming. As I was falling asleep, Adam whispered something. "What?" I asked. "Gloria for a girl, Alfonzo or Criston for a boy." I smiled. "I like Gloria and Alfonzo, maybe Cristion for a middle name." "So it's settled, little Gloria or little Alfonzo." I smiled and snuggled into him.

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