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carti&uzi (you find out you're pregnant.)

you sighed as you slid on the gucci slides that jordan gifted you for your 18th birthday last year. you grabbed your car keys, your purse, but as you were going to the door, your mother asks where you are going.

"nowhere ma, i just have some things to take care of. i've be back later" you kissed your moms forehead, and left your home.

you have been feeling weird cravings... you have been feeling nauseous... it was all so weird. could you be pregnant? could it be jordans?

woah.

of course it was jordans... you hadn't slept with anyone else.

"well... no— y/n..." you thought to yourself, as you started your cars engine. that night with uzi should NOT have crossed your mind. plus, that was too long ago.

it's jordans it's jordans it's jordans you repeated to yourself. you drove to the nearest walmart, and walked into the pharmacy aisle. you prayed that you didn't see anyone you knew.

"y/n!"

shit.

you bit your lip and turned around, and you were greeted with the image of your homeboy, uzi. play it cool, y/n.

"hey man wassup" you greeted him, and dabbed him up. "wasgood girl, what you doin' ova here on this side of town?"

well i was sorta hopin' to avoid anyone i knew you thought to yourself.

"condom run.. for.. carti and i" you said, sort of quietly. bad lie, y/n. "nigga you came all the way ova here for some damn condoms? come up wit' a better lie next time mamas" uzi commented, pointing at the pregnancy test in ya hands.

"i-"

fuck.

"congrats by the way" he said, with a disappointed sigh afterward. "naw.. i'm just a little freaked out. i'm sure it's nun, i ain't trippin'" you replied, shrugging.

but you were, IN FACT, trippin'. you were standing before what could be your baby daddy.

"i know carti will make a great dad" he said, with a plain tone in his voice.

you stayed quiet.

"unless?" uzi questioned, with a smile growing on his face. "i'll text you, uzi" you said, leaving him in the birth control aisle.

you checked out, and rushed to your car. your phone dinged, twice.

you unlocked your car door and hopped inside. you looked at your phone, and two messages sat on your lockscreen.

jordan<3 1m ago
baby wya? come ovaaa, imy:(

uzii !(: 1m ago
why'd u leave so quick ?

you ignored the both of them, and started your car. you hoped and prayed that you weren't pregnant.

once you finally came home, your mom greeted you along with your aunt. you gave in to some small talk, then excused yourself as soon as you could.

"is that a pregnancy test in that girls walmart bag? it best not be" your mom said to your auntie, as soon as you left the living room.

"y/m/n, it look like it" your aunt said, with smug cackle after.

you went into your bathroom, and stared at yourself in the mirror. "whatever this pregnancy test mag reveal, just know everything will be okay y/n.. you are a strong ass bitch" you whispered to yourself with confidence.

you opened the test, peed on it, and did allat necessary shit.

you heard your two minute timer go off, but you still didn't wanna look at the test. suddenly, your phone rang.

jordan<3 popped up on the screen, and you slid to answer it, leaving the pregnancy test in the bathroom.

"hey baby, why didn't you answer my texts?" carti asked, with a whining tone behind his words. "i've just been busy is all.. i'm sorry my love" you replied, anxiety in your voice.

"what's wrong babygirl? you sound shaken up.." carti said, genuinely concerned.

you entered your room, stared outside your bedroom window.

"baby talk to me" carti said, softly.

"jordan, she's pregnant" your mom yelled behind you.

you turned around, and your mom was holding the test in her hands, with a disappointed expression.

"baby—" you hung up.

"momma, why the fuck would you do that?" you asked, angrily. "how are you just gon' fuck up yo life like this y/n? you know better than this!" your mom yelled, pointing at you.

"i know momma i know!" you cried, punching the palm of your hand.

your mom pulled you into a hug. "it's okay baby, i'm sorry. everything will be alright" your mom cooed, rubbing your back.

the day passed, and you laid in your bed, watching love and hiphop. you felt like your life was destroyed, in a way. however, you tried your best to see the good in this.

you heard a knock at your door. "come in momma" you said, expecting to see your mom.

"aye y/n..."

uzi?

you rolled over, and you met eyes with uzi. "..carti told me you been ignoring his texts and calls" uzi said, closing ya bedroom door.

"i just don't know what to tell him" you stated, bringing your blanket closer to you. "i get it..." uzi said, softly.

it got quiet. you were looking for words to say.

"is it mine? y/n?" uzi asked, his tone was soft and easygoing. it's like he knew the answer to the question he was asking.

"i don't know uzi.." you said, frustrated that you couldn't even figure out if it was his or carti's.

"last time we did it was like two months ago.. when you and carti was goin' through that rough patch" uzi said, sitting on your bed.

"we did it raw, uzi" you said, tears spilling from your eyes, avoiding eye contact with uzi. "jordan always wears a condom.." you added, finally looking up at your bestfriend, with soft eyes.

hearing those words, uzi's heart dropped.

you couldn't control your sobs at this point. you truly felt like you were betraying your boyfriend, carti.

"hey baby it's okay.. c'mere" uzi said, holding you.

this was your bestfriend. uzi was your homeboy for life, he held you through a lot of things. never did y'all think that this would be a situation he had to hold you through.

you fell asleep on uzi's chest, but he was wide awake thinking about the next 9 months of his life. and how it would all impact his friendship with his bestfriend, carti.

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a/n: this was over 1000 words 💀 i'm honestly writing outta boredom at this point. quarantine gmfu y'all💀 also lmk if y'all want a part two to this and the nle choppa one