Two months after that, I found out about Tristan. Tristan is my baby, I was 1 month when I went to Trey's that night. I didn't know until I remembered, hey, you are a girl where's your period? I went to the local clinic and they told me I was 1 month pregnant.
I was startled, what was I going to do? 16 and pregnant didn't sit to well with me, I couldn't go through with an abortion so I decided to, let's say, man up. I contacted Trey that night to tell him, he told me it wasn't his and to stop acting like a desperate bitch thinking a baby would make him stay.
That night, I didn't even cry. How could I? I wasn't even sure. The next day how ever I got on my shit I put in applications at every job that would hire at 16 landing me a job at McDonald's. I was happy, this job would be all I had.
Present Day
I was big and I was pregnant. 7 months to be exact, 7 months pregnant with my little boy. Mommy's blessing is what I would call him when I talked to him.
It was going on 2:00 in the afternoon and it was hot, as fuck might I add. I was walking to work in this heat, with my big ole belly, I had to be there by 3:00. It was a half a mile walk from my ran down 1 bedroom apartment. Although my apartment had appeared rundown on the outside the inside was shameless. I worked so hard to make it look decent.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I noticed a matte black range rover pulling up next to me. Looking over I couldn't see a damn thing through the tinted ass windows. As one rolled down the most beautiful face appeared, "Aye shawty you needa ride or sum?" The gorgeous stranger asked. I was at a loss for words, gaining some strength though I replied with a simple No thank you and went on about my journey walk. He replied with a head nod rolling up his window zooming off. I watched and thought to myself, Lana are you serious my nigga? You just turned down a ride from a gosh darn fatherish looking father. How could you play yourself? Laughing at myself and my thoughts I kept walking, reaching my destiny at a rough 2:31 meaning I had time to relax and breathe.
Going to the restroom to relieve my full bladder and wash my hands I bumped into a strong figure almost sending me out the window. "Watch where yah going pregnant ass woman." I recognized the voice as the one who offered me the ride, looking up I scrunched up my face. "First of all, I'll have you know..." I was cut off by him walking away and sizing me.
What a way to start my fantastic work day.
Finally leaving work at 11:30 at night I sighed a sigh of more than relief. Although I was only 17 and had a while until 18, McDonald's treated me as though I was 30 giving me more than 40 hours a week. Of course me being pregnant and all I was tired, all the time and I felt a little over worked but there was nothing I couldn't handle.
Telling my shift manager good night, I headed out of the facility. Plugging my headphones into my iPhone 5c I decided to listen to some gospel. Looking around to check my surroundings I walked down the street and quietly hummed to myself. As I walked and hummed, awesome multitasking skills might I add, I felt a small cramp at the bottom of my stomach. Rubbing it off and telling myself it was nothing I kept on with my nightly stroll.
It was so dark around the trashy neighborhood I lived in, all of the street lights had been broken out by all the little nigga children running around. Don't get me wrong some of them were sweethearts, but the others made it hard for anyone to really wanna live here.
Turning on my street I noticed a car pull away from my apartment complex not thinking anything of it I kept walking straight. Getting up to the stairs I walked up and damn nere cried. My door was wide open show casing the mess of a living room that was left. Feeling another small cramp as I cried walking through my home, a thought struck me, my money under my bed!! I kind of ran as fast as I could, damn nere diving to the ground I seen it was still there. A sigh of thankfulness rushed over me.
I had been saving every paycheck that wasn't towards my rent or phone bill and keeping it in case some shit like what just happened went down. Taking it from underneath my bed I counted it, 6,568 all still there. Thanking God, I walked out of my room and to the porch looking out into the sky I didn't want to cry but it's like the pregnancy wouldn't let me be strong. I turned around and noticed there was a paper attached to my door, waddling over to it I read it rolling my eyes as far as they could go.
It was an eviction notice , a fucking eviction notice. Crippling it up I threw it over the edge. Walking back into the house I sat in the middle of my floor and cried and cried and cried until I eventually fell asleep.
Waking up to a severe pain in my abdomen I shrieked, looking down I noticed some blood just boolin down there on my white carpet. Knowing this could be serious I called myself a cab muttering out my address as best I could, looking at the time it was 3:18 in the morning.
Checking the time it was now 3:32 and the cab had just arrived getting in I shouted for the hospital. "Alright lady calm down, we'll get there when we do." The cab driver spat as I hyperventilated. Grabbing his neck and pinching as hard as I could I screamed, "Get me there now before I get out and kick your ass my fucking self." Releasing his neck and sitting back I rubbed my round belly, he sped off and got me there in no time give him a 10 and telling him to get the fuck on I ran inside.
Reaching the receptionist desk, I tried to speak in a non-panicky voice. "Um I-I need, I need a-a doctor. And now please, it's-it' s my baby. Please." Looking up from her computer in a panic she called for nurses, and they arrived moments later throwing me in a wheel chair and wheeling me to a room I'm guessing. Feeling a dense in the body ass cramp I screamed and blacked out.
