Happy Ending? [ON HOLD]

Cry Me A River

*ONE MONTH LATER*

I stared down at the dark pink, raspberry flavoured tea in the cup on my lap.

My momma then walked back into the room holding her cup of tea.

"So baby, tell me whats up because I know something is up babygirl." She smiled weakly at me, pulling my hair out of the way so that she could see my face properly.

I looked at her and tears started to fill my eyes.

Dammit, I'm such a crybaby.

I tipped my head back to try to allow the tears to fall back and sniffled my nose.

" I don't know what to do momma. I haven't talked to Tyrone in weeks just because I can't bare to look at him and think about how wrong I've been doing him. I haven't talked to Keenan in a while too." I paused to take a deep breath.

"It's okay baby, take your time." my mother stroked my arm.

"I havent talked to Keenan because whenever i look at him, all that i can think about is Tyrone and i dont know what to do!" By the time i finished me sentence i was hugging my mothers waist and my face was burried in her bosom.

She smelled like cherry scented lotion and a sweet smelling pefume which warmed me just by the scent.

After letting me cry weakly with my face smooshed onto her chest, my momma held my face in her hands and lifted my head so that i was face to face with her but still looking up at her.

"First of all, enough crying baby girl. You've got to stay strong for them." She smiled whilst patting my belly.

She's right.

I've been visiting the doctor often during my pregnancy so far and she cannot stress enough how any form of stress can disrupt the well being of the twins, which is the last thing I could wish for.

I smiled weakly at my mom and sat up, re-adjusting myself.

"Yeah..." I said as I tried to grip a hold of any dignity I had left inside of me.

"Now Summer. I know that you're finding this hard, and by me telling you that it will get better, I would only be lying. Most likely, it'll get worse before it gets better," my eyes widened when she said the last part.

Worse?

How could this get any fucking worse?

"But d'you what Summer? You will make it though this baby. If I've learnt anything about you during your entire life, it's that you fight for what you love. And I know that right now you don't know who you love, but if you truly love any of these boys, god will lead you on the path to one of them."

It's like my momma always knows what to say.

I rubbed my stomach and smiled at her.

"And you need to stop avoiding Deshawn." My mother looked at me with a serious face.

I rolled my eyes.

"but momma..." She cut me off.

"Don't 'but momma' me. Deshawn is a nice boy, a very nice boy in fact and I could never have believed that you could be avoiding him like the plague."

I frowned, realising that she was right.

I hadn't been staying in Deshawns house since I found out about my pregnancy.

He still didn't know that I'm pregnant and I wanted to keep it like that.

I left his home a month ago while I was 4 months pregnant and I'm still surprised that he didn't find out about my pregnancy, shit I hid it by wearing large jumpers while in the house and other items of baggy clothing and I guess he just didn't notice.