"we have to break up." Diego said.
"but what about our son!" I shouted . "i can't do this alone."
"i can't raise a kid knowing its not mine.." he said.
chloe..
what are you doing here?
wake up!
i woke up and i gasped for air. i saw diego looking at me while i sat there in shock.
"what are you doing here?.." he asked.
i sat there confused.
"i had nowhere else to stay.." i whispered.
"oh.."
"i can't do this anymore."
"what?"
"I'm sorry." i cried. "i'm done hiding this from you.."
"hiding what.."
"i don't know who the motherfucking father is." I said.
"wait, chill ma sit down." he gestured. i sat up. "first of all relax your tits. whats up."
"i'm not joking. i fucked someone else." i said.
"okay.. "
"okay?" i blurted.
"you texted me that you wanted an open relationship..." he mumbled.
"i think the fuck not." i said. "no I didn't."
"yeah..yesterday.."
"i never did. and anyway, let me explain. i want you to know that i regret it, i swear. i'm done with fighting and shit. i miss us even though we haven't even been together for a while. i won't cheat on you again. if the baby's not yours ima still raise it with you, i don't give a fuck. i like you. i'm not giving up on us."
"you cheated on me?"
"yeah.. but i fucking hate myself for doing it. i'm not gonna be a hoe. i promise that i like you. i want YOU to be mine." i said.
"who did you do it with.." he mumbled.
this was the hard part.
"baby, it doesn't matter because you're the one i want. all you need to know is that i need help."
"with what?"
"i did it without protection. it wasn't my fault, i don't remember it, i was drunk and the guy didn't use a condom. i was mad at you."
"when was it."
"at that party."
"i have a confession," he says. "i'm not sure that i want a kid.."
"what?"
" i aint really a kid person. but i didn't know how to tell you."
"why the hell are you telling me this now? i was worried shitless about telling you and now you're telling me 'oh i don't want a kid now, sorry'."
"the fuck did you expect? i'm a rapper in my early 20's, i'm not even sure of how to take care of a kid the right way or if i'll have time." he reasoned.
"so you're telling me that i should get a-" i paused and i looked at him not wanting him to say it next. "no.. i don't know if i could do that.."
"maybe we have to give it up for adoption then."
"thats not a fucking option!" I roared. "i told you that!"
"then what do you wanna do? i've told you all of the options before and you said no to all of em." he complained. "so why don't you come up with an idea."
i was there looking like a fool. i realized he was right.
"exactly." he left the room and i stood there.
what the hell am i gonna do with this baby? was all that i could think about. i remembered him saying i texted him that i wanted an open relationship, which i never said. but if i didn't then who did?
diego's pov
i am done with chloe's bullshit. she doesn't know what to do at all and i gave her the only options there were. i was telling the truth when i said i am not a kid person, i don't want one right now. i didn't know how else to say it.
so i had surgery about over a week ago. i was planning on writing but i couldn't bc of that. i also have mad writers block so oop-
