~Jayceon~
I can't believe my Chelly is having my baby. Yes I'm scared and nervous. We're only 15 but what happened, happened.
I found a clinic that Chelly can go to so we're getting ready now.
"Come on Chelly."
"I'm coming." she said grabbing her purse. She had on some leggings a high low shirt and some sandals. Her hair was down and curly. My baby looked sexy as hell.
We made it to the place right on time.
"So what brings you here?" the doctor asked. Don't ask me his name because I really don't know.
"Well I'm pregnant." he nodded looking at some papers.
"I need you to pee in this cup and I will have a nurse draw some blood." she nodded walking out the room. Ten minutes later she was walking back in.
"Are you okay Chelly?"
"Yes I'm fine." I nodded. This is a big step. I just didn't think it would come this fast.
"Michelle I'll need for you to lay back and lift your shirt." he placed some gel on het stomach. While he moved the stick around looking at the monitor.
"There's the baby right there. It's the size of a peanut." we both looked at the screen amazed. The doctor gave her a prescription for vitamins she will need. We walked out hand in hand.
"We really need a car." Chelly said.
"I know we'll get one today." Her eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"Yeah we could go now or are you tired?"
"I'm fine. Let's go." she pulled me away from the building. It's a good thing I looked at certain places in our area because we'd be lost. Every dime counts now.
When I say I saved up enough money for a few years I mean that. Back home I was on my grind heavy. Some days I didn't even sleep. I made sure that my shit was clean. The dude I worked for didn't want me to be doing it but I persuaded him too. I was grateful for him. If it was any other I'll be dead or in the hospital right now. He gave me 4 million dollars before I left and let me have the money I had mad that week. I had to provide for Chelly and I. The Dare Devil sure didn't.
I bought us an Audi. I didn't want to spend to much and we need the room for the baby. Yes I'm 15 and have my license. At least our foster mother was good for one thing. She taught us how to drive because she was lazy and always sent either of us to get her some cigarettes from the store.
Life is good now I hope it stay that way.
