INSTA-Daddy

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I pressed 'call'.

It was until the fourth ring when the call was finally picked up. I inhaled deeply as I heard a stern voice from the other end of the line.

"What?" The voice yowled in complain.

I huffed first before proceeding to speak-- not because I was nervous but because I wanted to suck in the pain my stomach is creating for me to speak clearly.

"I'm gonna hung up now," he said but before he could even do that, I finally gathered the words and spit it out.

"My stomach's complaining again," I howled in a slight husky whisper-- referring to my tummy cramps. Actually, the cramps was slowly going away.

"So?"

"What do you mean so? I checked the cupboards and there's no pain relievers..." I paused to twitch my waist part then continued, "...b-b-buy one!," I told him, adding a slice of authority in the tone.

There was a sigh from his end. And a voice in the background.

"One more shot bro,!" Then a series of cheers.

I knew it. He's in a bar somewhere drinking and maybe with some girls around. How the heck did he even got to a bar?! We're highschool. We're not even allowed there yet.

You know what... I don't care. I have a bigger problem right now. The ache has returned.

"Hello?" I muttered when I realized there was no answer from him. I glimpsed at the phone's screen to check if he was still on the line. He still was. I called his name out loud one again-- about twice, but he was not talking nor saying anything.

I want to spank the baby inside my stomach for being a bad fetus. I was imagining I really was spanking him... or her.

I was back into reality when the call was ended. He did hung up on me. I screamed a growl in irritation and in pain.

That guy is unbelievable.

As I twitched my body again to adjust my position, the pain vanished. I tried to yank myself up using my hands from behind however the horror made a comeback.

For a second, I really thought I was gonna die without seeing my baby being born. My worry was soothed when my phone rang.

It was flashing Wes' name. I hurriedly answered it. Finally. About time. I thought.

"Gabby! Oh my glob! I am so sorry!! I placed my phone in voicemail 'cause I was putting my cousin to sleep and I fell asleep t--"

I interrupted him. "Wes, I'm having baby tummy cramps. There's no pain relievers here and basically, Tom doesn't care."

"Where is he?"

"Out being Dirty Tom again," I winced. I started caressing my stomach like rubbing a puppy's fur gently. "Help me!"

"Alright. Don't worry. I know what to do,"

I listened to him carefully, taking notes in my mind regarding what to do in this kind of situation.

First, he said, is to relax so the muscles won't stress out making the pain go on.

He also told me to prepare for hot compress for my stomach. I did the hot compress part, forced myself to get up and prepared to use it.

I also forced myself to not let the tummy cramp take its toll on me. It worked perfectly. I could feel the ache going away, although not entirely, but it's getting there.