He doesn't love me, but he needs me

6 months later...

"Damn, Kat! You done lit up the bathroom!" Rich chuckled.

"Well, I'm sorry! You know that I get gassy when I eat fried pickles, boy!" I yelled.

Life has been going good for me and Rich. I am currently 8 1/2 months pregnant and feel great. Something tells me that I'm going to have a girl, but Rich thinks that it's going to be a boy. As long as my baby, is healthy and has all it's correct parts, I don't care what gender it is. I also stopped cursing, for the sake of the baby. Rich says I should only use dirty language in the bedroom, anyways.

I waddled myself back to the bathroom. I we just came in from eating at Chili's and this is my 3rd time using the bathroom.

I opened the door to the bathroom and sighed. Rich was sitting his ass on the toilet, taking a dump! Not on my watch!

"Rich, get yo' crusty booty off this toilet!" I shrieked.

"Woman, this is my house! I poop when I want, I eat when I want, I sleep when I want, and I have sex when I want!" he chuckled.

"Ha, that what you think! You ain't getting none now! Babe, I just need to pee!" I said, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"Ok, ok! But, you better give me some tonight." He said, smacking my extra full ass.

" You get some every night!" I said back, pulling my pants down.

" Damn girl, you getting big! Are you sure you dont want to get induced into labor?" Rich questioned jokingly.

"Yes, I'm sure! Ok? Now can I pee please?" I asked.

"Go 'head. But, imma stand here and make sure you don't fall asleep. You getting known for that..." he trailed off with a guffaw,

"Good, because I want to talk to you about something." I said, finally sitting on the toilet. The strange thing is, I didn't have to pee anymore. Oh, well. I'm pregnant! What are you gonna do?

"Oh! You finally gonna let me have that threesome? Ok baby, we just gotta find somebody. We could do something like that movie with Kenya Moore. Like Trois. Yeah, that's is." He said, clearly daydreaming.

"Definitely not! I wanted to talk about getting a new place. You know, away from all the negativity. We live too close to everyone, and as much as I love my parents, I can't deal!" I sighed.

"I want us to take care of this baby by ourselves. I don't want any help. I can get all the help from you, baby daddy!" I said. He hates when I call him that.

"Ok, ok! I'll look into some places. Just don't call me that anymore, alright?"

" Ok, baby." I said, laying a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmm, gimme another one." He said, licking his lips.

As I gave him a longer, more lingering kiss, I felt his jimmy get hard.

"Come on, baby. Get off that damn toilet." He chuckled against my lips.

I instantly stood up. Just because I was pregnant doesn't mean he still don't get this cookie.

I pulled my pants off the floor and he snatched them from me.

" You don't need those, baby."

I followed him into the room, my lips smacking with anticipation.

I threw him onto the bed and took off my top, leaving my bra on. I usually don't, but I want to try something new.

Rich kicked off his pants and stood up, his usual thing he does. Not today.

"Baby, I wanna get on top." I whispered in his ear.

"Baby, I don't-" I cut off his sentence with a lip- crushing kiss.

"On top you go, bae." He said, smacking my ass.

I chuckled while I slid onto his heated dick. I wanted every inch of him inside of me. Ever fucking inch.

"Baby, the baby. What about the baby?" Rich questioned me while bouncing my ass up and down on him.

"It's fine bae." I whimpered.

"That's right, bae."

" Go deeper..." I cried out.

Something didn't feel right, I knew that from the get go. But I didn't stop it. I clutched my stomach and groaned in pain. His face changed from lust to complete concern. I rolled off of him and clutched my stomach in agony.

"B-B- The baby, the baby." I kept saying over and over. He immediately hopped out of the bed and threw on his joggers and a wife-beater. He grabbed the overnight bag and threw me a tshirt and leggings to put on.

"Come on, get dressed. We don't have time to waste." he yelled at me. I threw my agony aside and threw on the ugly outfit he gave me and breathed through my mouth. He was starting the car. I got out the bed and threw on my slippers and quickly fixed my hair. I don't want the first thing my baby to see is a ugly face. I opened my makeup kit and quickly touched up my mascara and eyeliner. I ran the lip gloss over my lips when Rich came in. He threw my lip gloss across the room and yanked me up.

I guess we're having a baby!