"By the way your little bean is being an a-hole today."
My eyes widened and I put my legs down, "Did you just curse at our child?"
"I-I couldn't... Iam so.... Sorry. It just hurts!" She broke into another fit of tears making me sigh and blow air out of my nose.
"Zell-"
"No, no, you're mad. I get it." Beeeeeep.
"Zella....? Rozella?! She didnot just fucking hang up on me!!"
I slammed my phone on the desk, ducking my head and ruffling a hand through my hair.
These past few days life has been amazing and not so amazing.
Finding the joy when you get the news that you'll have your own little one to be called a son/daughter is just astounding on it's own.
But what's not amazing is staying with a pregnant lady. Trust me, I love Zella. A lot. But she's just being a pain in he ass this past month.
She starts crying out of no fucking where, starts laughing out of no fucking where. Like it's so fucking creepy to hear her laughing all of a sudden.
She gets angry on me even if the mirror in the bathroom gets steamy because I took a bath. She curses me, shows me her ring finger, her way of showing a middle finger. She starts throwing things at me and when I get mad and then she comes crying and hugs me and keeps on apologizing till she sleeps because of crying.
She's been a little insecure about her body during this time and I have to reassure her and show her the actual baby K to let her know how much of an effect she has on me.
Her breasts, ass and hips have been getting wider and bigger and Iam definitely not complaining.
Iam just happy to meet another love of my life eight months later.
Second month:
"You know Zelli?"
"No" she dead panned and then started laughing out of nowhere. I took a deep breath and started speaking again without letting her trigger me.
"You should get ready..... 'Cause in about some time, I'll be loving someone else."
Her head snapped to me with her mouth slightly opened, a bewildered expression on her face.
"What did you just say?" She slammed her water bottle on the side table and walked towards my side of the bed. "Huh?"
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