Life in my stomach - a Tracker X Sweetie story

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"Ugh! I feel like death." Sweetie groaned, sitting up and stretching before, yet again, feeling the urge to vomit. She sprinted to the bathroom, shoving her mother as she went, just making it to the toilet as she released the contents of her empty stomach.

It's been like this for two weeks now. Luckily, she had a doctors appointment that morning to try and get to the bottom of the problem.

*a few hours later.*

Sweetie kept her hands in her hoodie pocket as she walked the crowded corridor. She smiled weakly as she bypassed her friends at their lockers.

She was relieved yet terrified as she saw who she was looking for. Dylan.

Oh boy.

She timidly walked up to him and his friends, all of them laughing and making crude jokes. The white haired girl cleared her throat, carving the attention of the boys. Dylan saw her and smirked.

"Heather." He said to her.

"Sweetie, actually." The girl rolled her eyes. "I need to talk to you."

"Already are, Darlin'." He leaned on his locker.

"Alone." The girl crossed her arms, trying to get the message across to the other teenager. He raised his eyebrows and followed the white haired girl as she led him away, his friends cat calling after them.

The two were standing at the furthest wall of the canteen. Sweetie took a deep breath and looked at Dylan.

"I'm just gonna say it. I'm pregnant. And it's yours." The boy in front of her just stared for a second.

"Get rid of it." He said.

"What?"

"Get. Rid. Of. It." He growled.

"Hold on, what if I don't want to? Don't I get a say in this? Last I checked, it's my fucking body." Sweetie glared in disbelief.

"If you keep it, don't expect anything from me." Dylan turned on his heels and stormed away, leaving Sweetie standing with her back against the wall. She shakily took a deep breath and sank to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and huddling into a ball. She let the tears flow from her eyes and create damp spots on the knees of her jeans. She anxiously tugged at her hoodie sleeves.

She'd never felt so alone.

Her hand drifted down to her stomach and where a bump would soon grow.

"I'll feel you kicking, little angel
Don't worry 'bout the sorrow
Cause Mummy's gonna be right here until you see tomorrow
I feel your life in my stomach
I promise I'll protect it cause nobody comes above it
And though your daddy wants to take your life away
You should know I'll never let him, cause I'll tell him everyday
You see this life in my stomach, regardless if you help me as a father
I'mma love it."

Until now, she hadn't noticed Tracker stood at the doorway between the hall and canteen. He'd witnessed the whole thing and Chase, who had stood next to him, nudged him.

"Now your chance, Buddy. Go to her." He smiled, pushing the shorter boy forward. Tracker nodded and walked over to his crush. He knelt opposite her and wrapped his arms around her, letting the girl instinctively bury her face into the collar of his shirt. He didn't think too much about his next move.

He kissed her cheek, his left hand falling to her side, thumb on her belly. Sweetie looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"I'll love it too."

"Tracker, you don't-" Sweetie hiccuped

"Nuh-uh. I already love you. It would be wrong if I didn't love your little one too." He smiled gently.

"Thank you." She breathed, pushing into a tight hug again, repeating her thanks. "I love you too."