Chapter -24
Chelsea (Three Months Later) Hastily, I try to snatch my carrot back from Kevin, but he shoves it into his mouth before I can, “Mom, come get your son.” I fake complain. “Here, Chelsea.” My mom giggles, as she hands me another baby carrot covered with ranch dressing. “Mom, come get your son.” Kevin mimics. “Stop, mocking me,” I say, jokingly. “Stop, mocking me.” He repeats. I saunter toward him intending to play this mocking game, Kevin seems to enjoy playing. Only, this time he doesn’t annoy me, “I’m pregnant.” “I’m—“His jaw drops, “What?” I place both my hands on his chest, as I stand in front of him, “Go on, Kevin. Mock me.” I tease as I offer him a lop-sided grin. My mother drags me excitedly, from Kevin’s arms and into hers. “I’m so happy for you, Chelsea.” Kevin grabs me fr
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