The Baby Project [completed]

Chapter 32

~Mackenzie~

I woke up next morning, tangled into Mark once again. I sighed as I tried to get myself your of his leg's death grip, but no such luck. "Mark...what did you eat last night" I whine, as I finally break free.

After whacking him lightly, I tiptoed down the stairs and took out the matches. I struck one, and tried to light the stove.
Failed.
I tried again, struck a match and finally lighted the damned stove.

I knew what to make. Scrambled eggs, sausages and baked beans with some mixed green veggies.

*CHOP* *CHOP* *CHOP*

"Hum di dum, la la la"

*CHOP* *CHOP* *CHOP*

"Du du du la la la laaa"

*CHOP* *CHOP* *CHOP*

"This how we do, yeah
Chillin' laid back
Straight stunting
Yeah we do it like thaaaat
This is how we do, do do do do,
This is how we- OW FUCK" I ended my grand sing off by accidently
connecting the knife to my finger instead of the veggie.

Blood began to pour out like anything. Fate had it, and Mark was standing there, horrified.

"Honestly?" He hurried over and grabbed my bloody [mentally and physically] hand and pushed it under the tap.

"Ow ow oww" I sniff, blinking back tears. I have never ever ever EVER cut myself by a knife. Pat, Michelle, Kornelia and Phesilene or Peebles were always there to do my chores.

Mark put ointment on my wound and bandaged it. He then finished off the breakfast.

"You have to take-" he starts. But I cut him off. "To the hospital, yes."

I get ready and get into the car after getting Izzy ready and everything. While listening to "Fancy by Iggy" we went to the hospital.

"Yes, appointment for Izabell Jones Zaree" I say to the receptionist. She looks at me in disgust. "Teens nowadays, getting themselves pregnant before you can say 'Bullseye'" she mutters loudly.

"Excuse me. I don't know who you are but let me tell you something. I'm in the baby project downtown, okay? So before blaming bull shit on others, ask them first" I say.

"Room 5, floor 4, Dr. Jr. H" she says, obviously impressed.

I leave and go to the doctors office.
After 5 minutes, a pretty nurse comes out.

"Izzabell Joner Zaghee" she says, in a French accent. "Here" I say.

"Ah, she looks teghible dahling"

"Yes...uh she..she does"

"Sho you don't woghy, we will fix 'er up"

"Thank you so much"

"No problemo, śi."

After the wait, the Dr come out.

"We have some bad news" he says.