*Tiffany's P.O.V.*
Chantel: What!!
The look on Chantel's face read "plan ruined" she knew her ass would definitely be out of the picture now. I get up to leave upstairs leaving Chantel scattered in her chair and Chris looking like he'd just seen a ghost.
Chris: yea you need to get up outta here.
Without hesitation Chris almost forces Chantel out the front door. He quickly catches up to me upstairs.
Chris: when where you going to tell me?
I mentally roll my eyes. I didn't even know myself till I was in the bathroom rummaging through my drawer realizing I had more tampons than usual, and checked my period app that read YOU'RE 2 WEEKS LATE and my heart sunk. How could I have not noticed I was two weeks late!
Tiffany: Chris *sigh* I didn't even know.
I grab a couple more bags from the closet attempting to leave again.
Chris: you're still leaving?
I try to walk pass Chris but he grabs my arm pulling me back.
Chris: Don't you think it would be better if you stayed given our situation.
Tiffany: what situation?
Chris: you're pregnant. Anthony could be anywhere, and you wanna take you and my son away from me.
Tiffany: oh now Anthony could be anywhere? I thought you had it under controlllll.
I say mocking him.
Tiffany: Fine Maurice stays I'm leaving.
Chris: no you're not. The first 2 to 3 months are crucial for a babies life, you're staying.
Chris demands.
I look at him crazy.
Tiffany: oh now you care about my pregnancy!? You didn't care the first time. I've been pregnant before I know how this works. I don't need your help.
Chris: you needed my help getting pregnant didn't you.
He bites his lip and runs his hand down my backside. How could he be thinking about sex at a time like this.
Tiffany: sex? Right now? And you wonder why you have two women pregnant.
Chris: who said anything about sex.
Chris then got down on his knees pulling my shorts down with him. I gasp as his lips meet my clit. He looks up and me with a smirk and my knees begin to quiver.
Tiffany: I swear I hate you
I manage to moan out.
