"Dont you DARE abort this child..." I muttered under my breath. She wasn't even looking at me. She didn't even want the child. To me, this child was everything but to her, its just another sperm meeting the egg outcome.
"Tyler. Its just a fucking baby. After I have an abortion, nothing else will happen."
"Except you just killed your own child." I glared at her. She rolled her eyes and open up her wallet.
"Do you know that an abortion causes me a fucking bomb? If you want me to give birth and give you the baby, I can always do that but I dont want you come running back to me telling me to help take care of the child or something and using the fact that Im the mother as an excuse. I wont give a shit about you or the baby if that happens. I would laugh in your face and say 'Haha, told you that i should have gotten an abortion and get rid of this living hell.' " she sneered and tapped on her big tummy. I gasped. How can someone... someone I once loved so much say something like that?
"you bitch. You can fuck off to do whatever you want after giving birth. As long as MY child is safely with ME has NOTHING to do with you." I spat at her.
"Sure honey~ Whatever you say..." She zipped up her prada bag and smirked at me.
"I hope the baby looks like me." She smirked once more and walked away...
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Living with Mr Cold Hearted
RomanceHI. I wrote this 6 years ago when I was 12 haha. Im now 18 and im just keeping this up for fun and for nostalgic reasons (and for the cringe) . I definitely wont be continuing this so pls pls dont add this to ur library or reading list.
