you guys deserve a double upload. I saw the comments but I was at the wedding, so here's your double upload at 2am 😭

I'm so tired guys. I was babysitting so well people thought I was a mom to a sweet little boy. NOO. that boy was a devil. I still love him tho.

Also. I know a lot of people don't like the unexpected pregnancy/ pregnancy trope because it pushes a stereotype that everyone in a relationship should have kids and I'm here to tell you that IS NOT true. I always have them have kids because me personally as an author I love kids and that is MY happy ending.

You shouldn't take anything that I write to heart because I'm a 16 (this September 🤫) year old who has never NOT ONCE been in any type of relationship. I don't even know how I do this and make a living as of right now with this. 

I'm the last person you want to take advice from on pregnancy or children. I'm 16, please don't hate me for always having my couples have children. 

Thank you.

Kasia

It's been months since I've seen Silver. I see Analia every other week when Kyle babysits her for Silver. I tried to call him, but he didn't block me though, he just ignored my calls and straight up hung up on me. I tried texting, and I think he put his read receipts for me just so I could know he was reading my apologies. He just didn't care enough to respond to me.

I sighed. I stopped after New Year's. I'm still with Brady because I don't know how to break up with him now that he has confessed his love for me. I know that every day I keep this facade, the more things will blow up when I finally grow balls and break up with him.

Lately, I have been home alone all the time. Kyle was only here when Analia was because his boyfriend had proposed to him two weeks ago, and he was getting ready to move out.

Latara went on vacation to the Bahamas for four weeks because she said she was ready to be married and have kids this year, so this was her last vacation by herself.

Yana went to Egypt with her sisters, and she won't be back until next week, and then she was to work the entire week for missing work. I'm the only one at work and at home. I'm lonely and depressed and guilty.

It's been going on forever, and it's fucking April now. How time flies.

Not to mention my stomach hurts all the time now.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone, hoping it'd be Silver.

"Hey! Bomboclat pussycat gyal!"

I rolled my eyes. "Kishma what the hell?"

She laughed. "Hey baby, Winston and I missed you,"

I sighed. "Well, you guys are traveling the world and I'm in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, in America."

"Yes, girl, I know which continent Pennsylvania's in." Kishma said. "Winston called you first but I guess we forgot to tell you that we changed our numbers. Some creepy fan got a hold of our old ones."

Ah, yes, the famous Anguillian models that my siblings are. "Ok, I'll save it. I hope you guys are fine."

"Of course, we are Kasia. I don't even know why you ask us this." Kishma says softly, and I know where this is going. "I'm calling to check up on you. Make sure you don't answer any of mom and dad's calls, and most importantly...Winston told me to tell you to love yourself."

Of course, Kishma and Winston still talk to them. Mom and Dad actually treated them with love, and so, of course, they loved their parents. They love me, too, so they make sure I'm far away from Mom and Dad and that they're maintaining their relationship with everyone to create peace.

I hold no jealousy or anger toward them. They're doing what's right. How can I rip them away when they were shown love that I wasn't? They can't just forget that just because I wasn't loved.

I forced a smile. "Yea, I will, Kish. Tell Winston that I love you both and thank you."

Kishma made a happy noise. "Yay, you love us!"

"Of course I do," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Ok, I'll tell him, oh and," Kishma added. "Thanks for not being mad, you know."

I knew what she was talking about. "I would never be mad at you for loving your parents."

"But they're your parents too, Kasia," Kishma mumbled.

I sighed. "It's ok, Ki–" I groaned in pain when my stomach contorted.

"Are you ok?" Kishma asked.

"Yea," I panted when the pain slowly went away. "I think I need to take a dump, let's continue this conversation later, yea?"

I heard her laugh. "Ok, bye, love you,"

"Love you–Ou, love you and Winston, bye." I hung up the phone and rubbed my stomach. "What's wrong with you?" I whispered to myself, dragging myself to the bathroom.

I stayed in the bathroom for hours trying to shit, and the pain worsened every minute. I contemplated calling Kyle, but then I realized I might accidentally call him while he's fucking or being fucked.

I was sweating profusely, and I was in so much pain. I took a Tylenol, which seemed to ease the pain a bit, but this shit would kill me. I don't understand why the spicy noodles are doing this to me. I eat them all the time.

Maybe it was too much. I went over the limit. I only ate one fucking pack, though. I usually eat two. Kasia, you fat bitch. Now you're gonna die cause you can't stop eating.

The Tylenol wore off, or maybe the pain overcame it. I took off my pants, my shirt, and my bra. I was naked because my clothes were wet with sweat, and I needed them off. I was going to use my all to push this demonic shit out of me.

I was scared. I was scared for my fucking life. I was going to die, and I thought it was because of the noodles. To say I was going crazy was an understatement. I didn't know why I was in this predicament. I didn't know why I was sick.

I screamed loudly as the pain worsened, and I felt the shit. I pushed for dear life, gripping the counter and biting my free hand, I kept screaming and pushing, and I saw blood, and I knew that after I took this shit, I had to call 911.

I'm so lucky I brought my phone to the bathroom. The blood scared me. It wasn't just a little bit; it was a lot, so much it was going down my leg too. My eyes felt tired like I couldn't do it, but I knew I'd probably die if I closed my eyes.

"Oh my god, it's just poop. It's shit. You're not going to die from shitting. You're being dramatic." I chanted to myself over and over again to reassure myself.

I screamed in agony into my hand that I was biting, knowing I'd have a noise complaint. I grabbed the counter and pushed so hard I felt a vein strain in my neck, and I finally felt it drop into the toilet.

I smiled for a second but then paused to reel into reality.

Shit doesn't make noise. I glanced tiredly at the toilet, and I screamed. There was a fucking baby in the toilet. Someone's baby was in the toilet. Ain't no way, bruh. Someone's baby–oh shit.

I sat on the floor with all the blood, hurriedly picking up the crying baby as gently as possible so I don't give the newborn shaken baby syndrome. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911, but then I realized something. This baby was connected to me. It has an umbilical cord coming from me to...him.

This wasn't someone else's baby. This baby was mine.

This book is finished on Patreon and has one out of two epilogues out

I usually do three but this book is long enough as it is. 

so check it out...on Patreon 😉😘

patreon.com/KalistaBemah

bye guys!

edited.