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"Why haven't you answered my phone calls?" Tom asked when he came up to me.
I glared at him and closed my locker, walking off as I placed my arms in front of my now very huge stomach. For the past 3 months I have decided to do independence studies until I decided to come back to school and the day I choose to do so, Tom had to come up to my face and ruin it.
"Leave me alone Holland." I said harshly, trying to walk away fast but if I did I would waddle.
"Let I remind you that you are carrying my child!" Tom grabbed my arm and turned me around. I continued my glare and scoffed.
"Really? Well I'm carrying him so he's my baby until I hand him over to his parents." I turned around to walk away from Tom, but he grabbed me again and pulled me close.
"Woah woah what do you mean hand him over to his new parents? We're his parents! I'm his father not anybody else!"
"Oh please a real father puts the baby first instead of their needs which clearly you can't do, but the lovely gentleman that I found can!"
"Hey! I already told you before that I am not changing myself to be a good father cause I know I will be a good dad. I will put my baby's needs first instead of mine and by the looks of it, look who's talking you're the one who wants to give him up. Is it for him or is it for you?!"
I pointed my finger at him, "don't you dare say that I'm putting my needs first instead of my baby's I'm doing this for him!"
Tom nodded, "aha suure."
"Will you shut the fuck up?! This anger isn't good for the baby especially for me since I'm now 9 months pregnant I can pop any minute!"
Tom now pointed at me, "you give up my baby for adoption and I swear to god I will take you to court and fight for this baby. I'll even make sure you never get to see him."
Tom walked away, glaring at everyone and I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling very overprotective of this baby. I don't know what it is but hearing Tom tell me that makes me want to keep the baby and take full custody. I slowly turned around to walk to my class and I took my time since I am carrying another person.
When I walked in the classroom everyone looked at me and I noticed Jasmine was giving me a dirty look. I raised my eyebrows and walked over to my table slowly until I started to feel a sharp pain go from my side to my lower abdomen. I stopped my tracks and took a deep breath, leaning forward. Everyone was watching me besides the teacher. Once the pain passed, I made my way to my seat and sat down, starting to feel a bit nauseous. The class started and I got the pains every 5 minutes. I let out a loud groan, leaning forward on my desk and my teacher stopped talking, walking over to me.
"Y/n? Are you ok?" He asked, squatting down to look at me.
I looked at him and before I could speak I felt something warm underneath me and then all of the sudden I heard something drip. Everyone gasped and my teacher's face fell realizing what just happened.
