IT'S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY

6

"I'm a dad," Pete mused at my stomach.

"You are," I giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

We held hands as we walked to find our Uber. He asked if I had anything set up yet and I invited him back to my apartment again to see.

The ride was silent, but an acceptable silence. I rested my head upon his shoulder. He rubbed circles on my clothed belly. It was like we were a family. I knew we weren't, but it felt nice to pretend. Today was only a honeymoon phase of our relationship. Tomorrow, he could have a breakdown and never want to talk to me again.

When we arrived, he offered to carry me up to my apartment. I laughed and declined his offer.

"I came back here," he spoke up suddenly.

"What? What do you mean?," I asked while pressing the 11th floor button in the elevator.

"The day I left. I had to go to work early, but I realized I never got your number. So I came back. You didn't answer the door. I felt weird coming back for a second time," he admitted.

I was shocked. He didn't fuck and chuck me. I couldn't believe he wanted anything to do with me.

"Did you really? I'm so dumb. I wish I had been there to answer," I shook my head.

"I'm here now, right? That's what matters."

I gave him a smile and unlocked my front door. It was so nice to be home to rest. I was always a lazy person, but after gaining an extra 10 pounds, it was REALLY nice to be able to sit.

"I'm gonna pee first and then I'll show you what I have. And FYI, I pee very often now. Get used to it!"

I heard him laugh as I entered the bathroom. I tried to "go" as fast as I could and washed my hands. I found Pete waiting on the couch, hands folded. It was odd. Most people would be playing on their phones. I had yet to catch him busy on his phone.

"Come here, sir," I wiggled my pointer finger at him.

"Please, never call me sir again," he said with a laugh.

"I'll make note of that for the next time we dirty talk," I winked.

I could've sworn he blushed at that. I didn't know what our relationship was exactly. That's why earlier I had only kissed him on the cheek. Even doing that I felt wrong. Plus he technically was still in a relationship now.

"I built the crib and the changing table. I have a stroller and some toys. I was waiting on the gender and on you, before I got anything else," I explained.

He walked around the room, which was my old study. He was in awe. He slid his hand on the side of the wooden crib.

"I made a video for you. A few, actually, documenting everything. I know there's just so much going on. I thought you may just wanna know what you've missed."

"Awe did you really? I'd love to watch them. Have you told anyone yet?," he questioned.

"Uh, yeah. I told my siblings, I have a brother and a sister, and I told my parents. My mom cried and my dad simply said "oh boy", I'm not sure what that meant. My best friend, Keiron, is so excited and wants to meet you, if you are willing to," I explained.

"I'm not a difficult person. I'll meet all of them! Do you have family here? My sister and mom live in Staten Island. My grandparents are in Jersey."

"Good, thank you. My family is actually in Pittsburgh. My friend is in Vegas, but she comes here for shoots. I'll probably be going back home around Christmas time," I tried my best to explain.

"You're from Pittsburgh?! I don't know why that's so surprising to me. You just seem so-"

"-So not from Pittsburgh?," I butted in.

"Yeah! Exactly. Whatever that means. I had a stand-up show there. Someone brought me some good weed. Other than that, it seems like a shittier version of New York," he opined.

"Agreed... I'm going to get my phone and I guess I'll show you the videos," I said and ventured to the living room. I took my phone out of my purse. I had some texts from Keiron. I quickly updated her on what was going on. She seemed very interested in my life now that it was very dramatic.

When I got back to the room, Pete was now on his phone. He was taking pictures of the baby's things.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen," I confessed and felt myself start to cry.

Pete looked at me with worry in his eyes. He set his phone in his pocket and rushed to me.

"Hey, no, don't cry. I was just taking pictures to show my mom," he cooed. He didn't have a soothing voice but he tried his best to pacify me.

"That's exactly why I'm crying," I sniffled.

"You're so cute. Maybe showing me those videos will stop those tears."

He released himself from me. I pulled out my phone, unlocking it, sniffling. I found the first one of the series. It was me taking a pregnancy test. I pressed on it and hit the play button, handing the phone to him.

"Hi, I have decided to make a diary of sorts to document my journey. Or I guess possible journey of pregnancy. It's like 2 am. I ran out to buy a test because I couldn't sleep," I pause, taking a deep breath, "time to pee, I guess!" I walk away from the camera and promptly pee. However, I edited most of that and the waiting out. I step back into frame and sit on the tub. I sit in silence. "I think it's been three minutes. Woo! Lets see-god I'm gonna throw up." I close my eyes gently and proceed to grabbing the test and flipping it over. "I-I'm pregnant. Holy fuck. IM PREGNANT!" I start to shake. "Pete, oh shit, Pete. If you're watching this now, I don't know what to even say just, I'm sorry. If you're not Pete, I'm pregnant bitchesss." I laugh and rub my eyes. "I'm gonna be a mom. I have to text everyone, but I'm recording on my phone. God damnit. Bye." Then, the video ends.

Pete looked at me. I could tell he wanted to say something. Instead, he kissed me on the lips. He was right. The video did stop my tears.