Pregnant with the enemies baby

chapter|nine

•MASON•
•TWELVE WEEKS•

"ESME! LOGAN!" I screech from the carpet.

If you're wondering why i'm laying on the carpet is because, my favorite show, My Little Pony, isn't on so in frustration, I threw the remote and then I wanted it back so I tried to get it by leaning on the couch but I fell.

Logan runs to me and picks me up. I could've done that on my stupid head.

"What was all that about? Are you okay? The baby?"

I groan at him and point at the remote. He looks at it then back at me. I narrow my eyes then he sighs and hands it to me. I squeal and peck his lips.

Wait.

Wow.

Why did I do that? Pregnancy is making me even crazier. Oh God.

"Uh..I...uh....kitchen....uh....food....uh...bed..." He stutters then runs to the guest room which is where he is staying.

He moved in while i'm pregnant. Like yes. I'm living with the enemy. If I can call him that anymore... Esme still comes over all the time. She's grocery shopping for her house and when she gets back, I get to go.

She door opens and I instinctively throw one of my spoons at the intruder.

"DIE YOU DOODLE BERRY!"

The doodle berry screams in pain. Wait... that sounds familiar...

"Esme..??"

Oops yep it was her...

"MASON ANASTASIA!"

RUN.

I jumped from the couch and my door was shut, I would get caught so I make a right turn and zoom into Logan's temporary room and slam the door. I wipe the imaginary sweat from my forehead.

"OPEN THE DOOR MASON!" I giggle at her anger.

"NEVER!"

Logan looks at me from his bed and shakes his head.

"What'd you do?"

I skip to his bed and stretch my lumps which makes me look like a dying penguin.

"I threw my spoon at her when I though she was an intruder."

He sighs and walks to the door. I jumped on his back ya king his hands from the knob.

"YOU WILL NOT LET KE DIE BY HER HANDS! I HAVE TO DIE IN AN AMZING REBELY WAY!"

I yank us back and we land on the bed, but before we do he turns us so he doesn't land on me.

"Are you fucking crazy Mason?! You could made me land on you!" I pout my pinkish lips and play with his hair.

"Wow! This is so soft. I hope our baby has your soft hair." I mummer to myself.

I see him smile.