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Staring out the windows of our bedroom sitting on the king sized mattress, I watched my babydaddy lift weights in the back yard, shirtless and sweaty while I began to think about the diagnosis that Nyjah's ex boyfriend/doctor gave me.
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Severe Hyperemesis Gravidarum.
Which only means I will throw up all times of day and never really be able to keep food down like I'm suppose to.
That leads to weight loss, dizziness, headaches, fainting, extreme fatigue etc and all dat other fucked up stuff.
Shit, got me weak.
Now I have to Odell whether I like it or not.
And plus Nyjah threatens to say something today if I don't.
Big mouthed bi-...I mean caring bestfriend.
All afternoon, my scaredy cat ass has been trying to come up with a way to break it to him and let's just say there not really up to par.
"I'm 6 weeks pregnant with your child".
Nah.
"We gotta a lil nigga on da way!!!".
Nope, don't know the gender yet.
"I'm expecting!!!".
Hell no.
This ain't entirely good news and shit.
What am I finna do??
Kaylyn whipped her neck around at the sight of Ny and Odell chitchat ting in the backyard and watched panicked when she saw him nod and walk inside the house.
