Teen Pregnancy At It's Finest [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

Grumbling to myself, I sat up out of bed. My eyes suddenly widened, and I rushed off to the bathroom.

The bile rose in my throat and I rushed to the bathroom again. Oh how I hated throwing up.

"Carter! Get me some pickles!" I screamed.

"Go to sleep!" He groaned, turning over on the mattress we dragged into my room for him when I decided to keep the baby.

"What did you say to me?" I raised my eyebrows in a threatening manner.

"Nothing, Sister dearest."

"That's what I thought." I smirked.

I heard him reply by mumbling something incoherently and ignored it. He stood up and slumped out of the room- probably to get my pickles.

Yes, I chose to keep the kid and was already daydreaming about names. Tucker or Noah for a boy, and Sydney or Hope for a girl. Carter was constantly watching me and being my slave. It was mostly his choice at first, now he hates it with a burning passion.

I rubbed my stomach and leaned against the door waiting for my pickle. I liked them before, but now I couldn't live without them.

"Carter!" I yelled.

"Calm your tits!" He growled, appearing in front of me and handing me a pickle.

I laughed and gently kicked him, munching on the heavenly deliciousness called a pickle. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, three?" He guessed.

I groaned and slowly stood up. Might as well get a head start on getting ready.

"You're going to school today?" Carter asked excitedly.

I nodded and looked through my closet. "Ugh! I have nothing to wear! I'm going to be so fat and nothing is going to fit me!" I broke down crying.

"Shhh Jamie. We can get new clothes while we get stuff for the baby."

"But I don't want new clothes! I want to wear these clothes!" I yelled throwing some shirts at him.

"I know, I know. But hey, you can wear them now." He soothed me.

I wiped away the tears and smiled. "You're right!"

I turned back to my closet and flipped through the clothes, picking out a pink sparkly shirt and black skinny jeans.

Carter left the room to get ready himself and I put on the clothes.

Looking in the mirror, I broke down crying again. "I look horrible!"

Carter came into the room and smiled slightly looking extremely tired. "You look beautiful Jamie."

"Really?" I asked.

"Definitely. Come on, let's go eat." He suggested.

"Okay!" I chirped, skipping past him down the stairs.

I stopped at the bottom. "Whoa, head rush."

"And I thought you would have learned by now."

"Oh shut up." I scowled.

"Make me."

"Well maybe I will."

"Oh really? And just how will you do that?" He snickered.

"I'll sit on you."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sit on me?"

"Oh yeah, imagine how much weight he's going to make me weigh."  The baby had barely made an impact and I knew that, but I still kept a calm face on, trying to look intimidating.

"Key word there is 'going to'"  He smirked.

"Whatever, just make me some food."

"Yes your majesty." He bowed.

I scowled, this was going to be a long day.

I sat down at the table and took out my phone, I was obsessed with the game 'what's the word' and was currently stuck on one.  It had an orange, cucumbers, ham, and kiwis.

I stared at it with narrowed eyes.  Round?  No, there's no 'r'.  They are all pieces, slices, parts... slices. I typed in slice and heard the little music in the background.

"Yes!"  I cheered.  I did a little happy dance and stuck my tounge out at my brother.

"What?"

"I got it!" I screamed.

He rolled his eyes.  "Here's your food."

I grinned. Food was one of my favorite words.

The morning when I decided whether or not to keep the baby, my brother called the police and the guy got arrested.  But Carter was even more protectove now.  I didn't care anymore really.

"Do you want to go on a jog with me today?" He asked.

"No thanks, I'd rather just stay here."

"Okay."  He stood up and kissed me on the cheek. "Be careful."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, I always am careful."