"is that baby… mine?" I looked at you with a glare, asking if the baby on your lockscreen was mine. i already know the answer because the baby boy was the spitting image of me, from his hair to his nose to his eyes. that boy was all me.
I roll my eyes and step closer to you, leaning in close so I was only a few inches away from your face.
Bullshit. That's my kid.
I can tell you're lying.
looks away I don't want to talk about it
I grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face me
"Bee we need to talk about it." i spoke firmly, my eyes staring down into yours as I waited for your response.
I look down at the ground, letting out a huge sigh.
"how old is he?" i ask quietly as i rubbed my temples, feeling anxiety building in my chest.
yea…. I say while looking down
I was quiet for a little while, looking you up and down with an unreadable expression on my face.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
i look a little bit stunned at the fact that you didn’t deny it, i guess because both of us knew it was true.
“you… never told me you were pregnant.” i looked a little offended, like you having my baby without me knowing bothered me, in reality i was just cranky from staying up all night at a bar.
I didn’t even tell you we were dating
I raised a brow, looking at you with a confused and surprised look.
"dating? that didn't last long."
i looked at your lockscreen again, staring down at the picture of my baby boy.
I think it’s pretty obvious who the father is
I nod in agreement.
"Yeah it's pretty obvious."
I cross my arms against my chest.
"How long were you going to wait before telling me?”
Yeah, I guess he is. she says
"You guess?" I raised an eyebrow at your response. "You know damn well that boy is mine. And I don’t believe for a second that you don’t."
umm I guess so because u left before I can tell u anything about my pregnancy
i look down and my jaw clenches, i let out a sarcastic laugh. "yeah. looks exactly like me doesn’t he," i say looking at the picture of your baby boy on your lock-screen.
Mark told me to not tell Nik fine I will tell you but you can’t get mad
i look at you, my eyes narrowing.
"get mad? I think I have every right to get mad at being ghosted after a one night stand..." i cross my arms over my chest and stare down at you "so speak."