Life in my stomach - a Tracker X Sweetie story

5

That night, Sweetie stayed in with her mother and relaxed on the couch, watching movies and eating snacks. By snacks, I mean her mother was eating chocolate and popcorn while the white haired girl was binging on pea-pods: her latest craving.

After finishing the bag and the fifth movie, Sweetie began to yawn and decided that it was time for bed.

"Good night Mum." She smiled, giving her mother a hug. Her mother leaned forward and kissed her on the head.

"Good night darling."

The next few months were tough, but Sweetie loved every moment of them;

~I feel you kicking, little angel~

"Tracker! Come here! Quick!" Sweetie called happily. Her boyfriend came running into his room from the bathroom, only in a pair of sweatpants and wet hair.

"What, What is it?" He panicked.

She pulled his hand down to her small bump and waited.

"Sweetie, I don't unders-"

All of a sudden, he felt a kick from Sweetie's stomach and smiled at her. She smiled back and leaned into a hug. Both of them were so excited.

~Don't worry 'bout the sorrow
Cause Mummy's gonna be right here until you see tomorrow.~

"I don't believe it." Tracker mumbled, sitting up slightly and reluctantly throwing this t-shirt off and into the laundry basket. Sweetie stopped crying and snuggled into his chest, slowly falling asleep.

"Huh?" Marshall asked, walking back into his friend's room with a tub of chocolate ice cream.

"She was crying because I still had my shirt on." Tracker deadpanned, stroking his girlfriend's hair. She was at that stage in her pregnancy where almost anything made her cry.

"I wouldn't complain." The black haired boy laughed. "At least she wasn't telling you to put it back on."

"Oh Marshall for gods sake! We were staying at my nan's and believe it or not I do have some respect for them." Everest slapped his arm. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully.

The rest of the group walked in, each holding a container of ice cream.

"Did anyone actually bother to get us some?" He asked, seeing as he couldn't move.

"Mango for you and cookie dough for Sweetie." Skye handed the containers and spoons over with a smile.

"Graçias." All of a sudden, Sweetie woke up crying.

"Mi amor que esta mal?"
(My love what's wrong?)

"S-snakes. They d-d-don't have any arms and it's n-not fair." She sniffled. Tracker looked up and stared at the ceiling in a 'what the actual fuck' manner while his friends sniggered.

~I feel your life in my stomach
I promise I'll protect it cause nobody comes above it,~

"Sweetie, my dearest, I know how to cook an egg properly." Tracker laughed as he set about making breakfast. His, now seven month pregnant girlfriend, sat opposite him on the kitchen island.

"Nuh-uh. Not risking getting salmonella and harming the little one." she said, rubbing her stomach and smiling.

"You have so much faith in me." he said sarcastically.

~And though your daddy wants to take your life away
You should know I'll never let him, cause I tell him everyday~

"I thought I told you to get rid of it." Dylan growled when he saw the mother of his child and her boyfriend walk hand in hand down the corridor to their friends.

"I told you that's not gonna happen." she countered calmly.

"Well I'm not gonna help you." he folded his arms.

~"You see this life in my stomach, regardless if you help me as a father
I'mma love it."~