"I'll see you soon."
"Do you have to go?"
"I promise it's only 2 months."
"Only?"
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"Chance, when will you return?"
"5 weeks love, 5 weeks."
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"I'll be home in 2 days."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
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It's been a week. Chance still hasn't returned.
He promised me two more days and he would be here.
I scroll through Instagram and see that Drew had a recent post.
I click on it and read the caption:
"Boys sure know how to party! Well be here for 3 more weeks!"
But that's not what got me broken.
I click off Instagram and go to my recent calls.
"Hello?"
"THREE WEEKS, CHANCE?!" i was yelling so loud im sure the neighbors heard.
"Babe calm down." He always did this when i was mad.
"Don't 'babe' me."
"Really? What are you saying?" He is so stupid.
"Drew's post? THREE WEEKS?" I say in true anger.
"What?"
"WHO IS SHE?"
"What are you talki-" Hes acting so stupid.
"Is she better than me Chance? Does she give u better love?"
"i have no clu-"
"You didn't deny it."
You could hear the boys on the other side.
"im pregnant." i whisper before hanging up.
"Mommy?" Brooklyn asks.
"Hunny im not yo-" i stop. i was in tears.
"What pregananant?"
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