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Two sat beside each other, he flipped through old photos in his gallery while she brushed her hand over her stomach. She cleared her throat "So what do think it's going to be boy or girl?" She eyed him. "Shit tell you the truth it don't really matter, but maybe a boy." He shrugged. "I hope it's a girl." She smiled. He nodded and continued flipping through his gallery.
Maria stared at him shaking her head. She didn't understand he sent her mixed signals one day he acknowledged her being the mother of his child and then the other he treated her as if she was a burden. "I'm leaving town next week." She spoke. "Whea' you goin'?" He eyed her. "I'm moving with my parents back home."
"Coo'." He muttered. Maria's eyebrows knitted together "Shamar if you don't want to be in our child's life I can just leave and you'll never have to hear from me again." She snapped. "Man shut up with all that shit man, I swear you be doing the fuckin' most." He kissed his teeth waving her off.
"Oh, I'm doing the most?" She chuckled licking over her lips. "Shamar you said that we were in this together and lately it's been feeling like it's just me all by myself.." she trailed off "If you're going to act like this when the baby comes I can leave right now."
He sighed shaking his head "Act how you feel." He shrugged. Maria scoffed glaring at him "Wow." She yucked the small purse off of the couch "Fuck you." She stormed out of the apartment. "Tss." He shook his head. "I ain't neva' needed a bitch."
Bree held the pregnancy test in her hand growing angry the more she stared at it. "Are fucking serious right now Riley?" She glared at her younger sister. Riley hung her head down. "Riley, you're only seventeen what the heck. All I ever wanted was for you not to make the mistakes that I made and now you're telling me that you're pregnant." She raised her voice.
"Can you stop shouting at me it's not like I fucking got pregnant on purpose." Riley sighed. Bree threw the pregnancy test at her "Did you see what mom went through raising us? You know that she was around your age when she got pregnant and dad was barely in our lives why would you wanna have a child and go through the same shit? Huh why?"
"But didn't we turn out just fine? And Jayceon is going to be there for me, he's different with me." Riley smiled lifting up from the couch. Bree placed her hands on her waist shaking her head "Get out." She spoke. Riley furrowed her eyebrows "Huh?"
"Get out of my house." She glared at Riley. Riley chuckled "Wow you're pathetic I tell you that I'm pregnant and you kick me out, after saying things about mom." Riley eyed her older sister. "Riley get out of my house, you wanna be grown having sex with my ex that's no where near your age bracket, trying to compete with me your older sister who gives you a place to stay and takes care of your ass do you know how many sacrifices I made because of you? Huh?"
"I didn't go to college because I had to stay at home and watch you and the others. You think I wanted to be a cheerleading coach at some bum ass school huh? You think I wanted to be living in some small ass apartment in the projects? But every day you come in here and you disrespect me yo." She screamed at her. "Shit it's like I'm going backwards in life." Bree mumbled.
"Bree I'm sorry I didn't kn-" Bree quickly cut her off "I don't even wanna hear the fake apology you're about to give me, and hey don't be sorry for me be sorry for yourself, it's a cold world out there and I'm definitely not helping you with anything, start packing your things."
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Bree laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. She stared at the snow that piled up outside of window. She hated the fact that Shamar always laced around her mind every night. It was just him she thought of, she reminisced on that night he said he loved her.
