My life's meaning |✔️

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Lauren Monique

I'm eight months pregnant today and the school says it's best if I take my classes online.

It's been two days since the whole situation with Elijah. He's been trying to come see me, but I told him I needed space.

Alexander, on the other hand, has been calling me consistently on behalf of Elijah. I've done my research on them, turns out they're in a Mafia in Italy and Eli is the leader.

My dream job is to be an international spy or an assassin. The only thing that's stopping me from becoming one of those is my pregnancy. Since I became pregnant, I lose my balance a lot and became very clumsy.

My baby's father is Tray. When we were together, he used to abuse me physically and emotionally. Then one day, he started being extremely nice and smooth-talked his way into my underwear.

When I told him I was pregnant, he tried to beat me to death, but luckily one of his friends came in and saw him standing over me. He pulled Tray off me, telling me to run. I did, but I couldn't go home, so I went to Messiah's house and told him the whole story about what happened.

A few weeks later, I found out that Tray was cheating on me, and shortly after that, he got arrested. Now he's coming back for me.

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"I guess it's time to get your stuff out of the car, baby," I sighed, rubbing my belly.

Walking downstairs to my car was a breeze until I got to the last few steps. Holding onto the railing, I continued my journey to the car.

Once I got there, I got a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I shook it off, taking bags and a monkey wrench out of the car.

Just as someone came up behind me, I turned around and hit them in the chest with it.

"Bella," Alexander coughed, taking a few steps back.

"Alex," I sighed, putting the wrench in the backseat of my car. "You should've announced yourself, don't sneak up on me."

"Apologize to me, right now! I'm hurt."

"No, you caused that yourself."

Closing the doors to the car, I locked it, then made my way to my apartment. Alexander waved his hand to his car, signaling who I'm assuming is Elijah to come up.

I'm pretty sure Alexander didn't think I was watching him through the corner of my eye, but I was.

"I'm not in the mood for your games, Alex."

"Come on, Bella, just talk to him, please."

"Fine, but you have to do something for me." I rolled my eyes, going into the house, then sitting in the living room.

"Your homework?" he sighed.

"Yup, I have to do a paper that's four pages long on any status in Italy. So I need you to get started on it now, remember to write everything in Italian."

"This should be easy," he nods, going into the kitchen with my laptop. "What's the password? 'I love Alessandro one two three'?"

"No, it's 'Isaiah W.'"

"Who is Isaiah?" We heard from the front door.

"My baby," I responded, dumping the bags on the couch beside me.

"May I come in?" Eli asked, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, close the door after you."

Folding the tiny clothes I got for Isaiah, I realized I've gotten everything I needed for when he comes except his diapers and bottles. How could I forget the two most important things?