A few weeks later...
"Oh my God!" That was me. I have been throwing up for the past few morning in a row. I am craving a lot of s**t. Oh my goodness, I missed my period!
I run to the store and buy four pregnancy tests.
"Will this be all for today ma'am?"
"Yea," I was a sweating mess.
She handed me the bag and I sprinted out the door. Please don't be pregnant, please don't be pregnant.
Let's go be on a damn stick. I thought when I got home.
3 mins later...
Shit. It could be wrong. It's probably wrong right? But if it's not then I'll have a baby boy or girl.
If it's a girl I'll name her Ava Beth or Ivy Rose. If it's a boy, I'll name him Alex Owen or Dakota Wyatt.
Why am I excited?
{Sorry for the short chapter}