After a week, I started feeling really sick. I would wake up in the morning and run to the bathroom. Even at night I would wake up and run to the bathroom go throw up. Jesse has been taking Ava with him to work and his moms lately cuz I've been too sick to take care of her. Jesse calls every single half hour to make sure I'm ok. He checks in and asks if I need him to come home. I've only needed him once. He's been so helpful during this pregnancy. It's been a week, and it's killing me. I think this one is worse then the first time.
"Baby? I'm home!" I hear Jesse yell up to me.
"Ok baby boy. I'm coming." I walk downstairs, and hug him.
"How's my babygirl doing?" He kisses me.
"Good. Just missed u today."A/n: sorry guys. I'm gonna end the story here. I'll make a new book don't worry. But Yeah. I'll make a new one.
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Pregnant with jesses baby (Smut)
Roman d'amourWhen a girl who is 17 years old finds out she's pregnant. Will the father stay? Will she tell the father?