"I don't know what you're going to say but I have a pretty good idea how you're going to react so I'll just say it quickly." There was a few minutes silence as I try to relax. "I'm eight weeks pregnant," I say simply. He doesn't move for about a minute then he gets off the bed and storms out of the room. I run after him and pull him back. "Where are you going, Devon?"
"I'm killing that son of a b***h," he growls.
"Calm down, you can't. I love him, he's the father of my unborn child, I need him, I can't live or do this without him. Please don't do this to me, Devon," I plead, tears starting to spring from my eyes.
"I'm doing this for you Auburn, he's just trouble and this is proof of how much trouble he can get you in, you've always been a good girl now look!"
"You need to relax!" I sho
