Two Can Play That Game

Chapter 18

Bianca

"No." I say firmly and watch Devante lay across his bed with his arms behind his head. His hazel eyes are dancing with excitement as he sits up and grips my stomach.

"C'mon baby, please-" He groans, but I'm adamant of my decision.

"No, I'm not sure I'm ready for that." I whisper and watch his eyes darken.

"Why wouldn't you be? We're having a baby together-"

"See, that's the thing Devante, you're only like this because I'm pregnant." I snap, pushing his hands off my stomach and replacing them with mine. The unknown sex of the baby kicks strongly and I frown in sadness as Devante looks hurt.

"You really think that?" He asks and I nod.

"I can see how much you long to be back to your ways. I'm all fat and awkward, sucking up all of your money, taking up all your time and now this? You want me to move in with you? I can't and I won't. You're only like this because I'm still pregnant. Just wait until I have this baby and we have to dedicate every hour of the day to our child. You'll be wishing you never-"

Devante jumps up and startled me as he growls angrily.

"Don't you fucking finish that sentence. Have you been listening to me for the past months, Bianca? If I didn't want you to have the baby and if I didn't want to deal with it or you, I wouldn't have drove like a bat out of hell that day to the abortion clinic to stop you. I don't have to waste my goddamn time. If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be with you and if I didn't want to be apart of this baby's life, I wouldn't fucking be here. Stop downsizing me when I'm trying so fucking hard. I know I'm probably still a lot of things in your eyes- a cheater, asshole and selfish, but I REFUSE to be a dead beat dad to my child." He smacks off a teddy bear from his bed that we bought for the baby a few days ago and tears form in my eyes as he looks so hurt and angry.

After a few silent minutes, he looks up at me and his face is set in a deep frown.

"You think it's fun growing up without a dad? Watching your mom struggle with you as you grow up and become a raging hormonal teenager and she looks lost and weak? To the point where every time she looks at you, she looks scared because you're growing, angry all the goddamn time? I don't want that for my son or daughter... whatever it is in there." He murmurs and I walk forward slowly, but cautiously.

I haven't realized he's so hurt about growing up without a father.

I then wrap my arms around him, protectively.

"Baby, it's okay. You can do what your dad didn't do for you, be there for your child. I'm really sorry. I'm just scared you'll leave me again just when I've gotten so attuned to you being here with me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I whisper softly and he wraps his arms around me too, causing my stomach to press into his lower torso because he's so damn tall. He chuckles lowly.

"It's okay. I know I wasn't the best boyfriend before all of this, but I'm trying now. I love you, Bianca."

"I love you too, Devante. You're my everything. Honestly, I wasn't happy about you getting me pregnant at just 18, but I think it's going to make us stronger." I look up at him with a big smile and he laughs.

"Your hormones are making you a sweetheart, Bianca. Normally, you would be like, 'Oh my god, shut the fuck up Devante' and a lot of other shit." He laughs louder and I frown.

"Don't start, I still can put you in your place." I smirk and he leans down, kissing me softly.

"I know baby, which is why I can only be with you." The thought of him only ever being with me is satisfying and he pulls away slowly, then bends down picking up the bear he smacked off his bed. He hands it to me.