Chapter Thirty-Three

                                    

                                          
Hello, sorry im late.





"The baby is quite small, nothing concerning though; it means he'll be a lot easier to push out." The doctor smiled at me.
"It's a boy?" Vincent and I said at the same time.
The doctor nodded. "Congratulations, um, the estimated due date is May sixteenth, but the baby could come anytime in May or early June."
I smiled, wiping my tears. "Ok," I whispered.
"I'll see you in two weeks for a check-up, but you're good to go." The doctor left, and I smiled at Vincent.
"Early birthday present, how do you like it?"
Vincent didn't even look up from the sonogram picture; he was smiling at it. "I love it. He looks just like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Get over yourself, buddy."
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"Are you going to tell anyone?" Vincent asked. "I wanted to know if I could tell my sisters or not."
I shook my head. "After the court battle, and we win–well, I mean, if we lose, we're still going to tell them, but I doubt we're going to lose with all this evidence."
"Is that the only copy you have?"
"No, Jericho has two, dad has two, and I–wait, I only have one."
"I can't say I blame them."
I glared at him. "Vincent, do not play with me. I am very responsible."
"You're a dumbass–respectively." He added quickly.
"How do you call someone a dumbass, respectively?"
"How do you go through a pregnancy without morning sickness?" He countered. 
"I do; it's just bearable. I'm going to have an easy pregnancy." I squealed.
"Don't speak too soon." Vincent stretched on the bed.
"You don't speak too soon!" I yelled, actually managing to push him off the bed; he landed on the ground with a big thud.
"Oh my god, baby! Are you ok?"
"Fuck you, A'roya."
I gasped, holding my stomach. "You hear that, baby? Your father cursed at me."
"He can't hear you, dumbass, don't try it."
"You're so mean for no reason." I pouted.
"You deserve it," Vincent said, getting up and glaring at me.
"Keep glaring, and you won't have any eyes to glare anymore."
"A'roya, don't try it." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"I'm trying it; come get some."
"Come here then."
I scoffed in disbelief. "Why don't you come here?"
"No, you do it pussy." He taunted.
"Don't cap; you know I have a nine-inch-er, bruh."
Vincent furrowed his brows concerningly. "A'roya..."
I laughed. "I was joking–"
"No, please don't. Every single day is a new traumatizing event."
I scoffed, still laughing. "Please, Vincent, not too much on me."