Chapter 49 - you make me wanna give you up

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A couple weeks later.

While i sit in my home office after breakfast i will something aint right and run in to the bathroom, i get there in the nick of time before i leave my breakfast in the toilet.

When Im done i start to count backwards to my last period and realize that Im late, like really late, not just a few days but weeks. I dont think much of it cause, shit it aint the first time its been reallly late and its been nothing.

Half an hour later, Im back, praying to the porcelain again. When Im done i take out a pregnancy test, better to be sure than nervous.

I take the test and it comes back positive, the abortion didnt happen cause i never took that other pill and Im now nine weeks pregnant.

I finish in the bathroom and go to find Money, he's in the living room with Nick and Cash.
- Boys, may i borrow your father for a second? I say.
- Sure, what is it, babe? Money asks and gets up.
- I have something to tell you...i say. Do you remember that medical abortion i started but didnt take that other pill?
- Yes...what about it? Money asks.
- Im nine weeks pregnant, the abortion didnt work when i didnt take the other pill, i say, looking up in to Money's big blue eyes.
- Five kids...we already have a infant, Jacks, i dont think i could handle two....Money says.
- If you say so...i have more of them abortion pills, i say. And i will be sleeping in my office til the fetus is out of me.
- I didnt mean....Money starts.
- I think you did, i say. We're not getting any younger, Jacob, you sure as hell aint, almost 50...the time for us to have another baby is now, and since there is already one cooking in my belly...and if you're planning on leaving me, i'll make it so your ass goes back to prison.
- I do want the baby, Jacob says.
- Then do us both a solid and shut your hole before i do something drastic, i say. Since my ex in your gang....
- You wouldnt... Jacob says.
- I wouldnt touch him with a ten foot pole, but just remember that i used to say that about you, and you i married and have kids with, i say.
- Are you threatening me, Jackie? Money says.
- Maybe i am, if you dont get your shit together real fucking fast, i may be laying under Sawyer from now on, i say.
- You're MINE, Money roars.
- Then prove to me that i am yours, that i am really, truely yours, i say.

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