"Say what now?" I asked.
"Three months along. It's very healthy." The doctor said. "Congratulations."
Fuck! "How did this happen?!" I gasped.
"Well we never used any protection," Darius said bluntly. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment because it was true!
Fuck, I'd been so reckless this whole time!
"A teen mom, I expected better," Tyler said. I grabbed the remote next to me and threw it at him. He's very lucky it was attached to the bed and couldn't actually hit him.
"You're really pregnant!" Darius said loudly looking at the charts. I couldn't tell if he was happy or shocked or pissed.
He dove at me, scooped me up and rocked back and forth, hugging me close. A tear welled in the corner of my eyes and i couldn't tell what it was from, but i knew stress was certainly playing a part. Darius laughed triumphantly.
"I knew I picked the perfect..." he pulled back again and my her shoulders firmly. "Wait... why aren't you happy? You must be happy if-"
