Andre's POV-

"Girlfriend," Tori choked out. It wasn't a question. She just repreated it, making a funny face; the kind where her forehead puckers and her nose scrunches up as if she's smelled something awful, as if the word tasted sour as it rolled off her tongue.

I nodded, afraid to speak.

I just got her back, I think, and I'm not going to say something stupid to spark an argument.

"Whe- Ho- who?" she whispered.

My arms rise and fall in exasperation. "She's just a rebound, baby. I was only dating her to prove I was over you..."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" she questioned, starting to raise her voice. "You kicked me out of your life and immediately replaced me and I'm supposed to be flattered?"

"Wha- NO. Tori, fuck..." This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

"Then why bother telling me? To get a reaction from Tori, the possessive, jealous, crazy girlfriend?"

I'm seriously confused. "Baby, what are you-"

"I gave you what you wanted. I left you alone! I stopped hanging around you and our friends. I ate lunch with underclassmen, or sometimes, alone and did homework. I filled my songbook with lyrics about you and how I wanted so badly to tell you everything. It was the longest and hardest eleven weeks of my life being away from you," Tori ranted; her face was flushed, her chest heaving. Even angry, she was beautiful.

"Baby, it wasn't planned. I just met a girl who kind of reminded me of you. I missed you so damn much..." I stopped myself because I could see myself turning this into an all-night argument if I said something wrong. "I just wanted to get over you. I wanted to stop being so angry for not being able to fix whatever caused us to not be together."

Tori nodded, dropping her arms to her sides, and ran her hand through her long brown hair. "I want to say that I understand you trying to get over me, 'cause I tried to get over you too, but I don't get how you could isolate me from everyone I love, and then just replace me so easily…"

Her bottom lip trembled and one lone tear slid down her perfect little cheekbones. It almost broke me. I rushed forward and engulfed her in my arms, whispering into her ear, willing and pleading for her to not cry. I apologized profusely. I begged for her to forgive me and for us to have a new start. I promised to end what I started with Talia and to dedicate myself to her, to us.

After a few minutes, she pulled back just enough to lean forward. Her lips brushed against mine when she spoke, "Just don't let me go…no matter what." And then her lips were on mine again and every nerve in my body set on fire. One of my hands buried in her hair while my other arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring her there. I wouldn't let her go anymore; even if she tried to push me away. This was our second chance. This was the start of something new.

The loud scratchy "Aww..." that sounded from the stairs startled us and we broke apart. I held Tori close to me still. I didn't mind putting on a show for Trina, but I had a feeling she might enjoy it which would creep me out.

"Finally, he knows!" she breathed, her voice a little clearer but still rough. "I thought I'd have to blackmail her to tell you."

Tori scoffed. "Like you have anything on me." She pulled away from me and walked to her purse, which was sitting on the couch. She drew out the box of medicine I'd retrieved for her at the store. "Here, now leave."

Trina looked like she won the lottery. "Bless your heart, babe." She opened the box, removing the bottle of liquid cure, and took a lengthy gulp. Her face contorted into a grimace as she visibly fought the urge to gag up that nasty-looking shit. "God, I pray this works."

She walked over to us, pulling Tori into her arms. She was about to kiss her cheek but then she jumped back. "I don't wanna get you and little habichuela sick, but thanks, boo. I'm going upstairs. You two go somewhere and bang each other's brains out. Tori's been acting thirstier than she did when she started Operation: Get Into Andre's Pants."

I slapped my hand over my mouth and bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh at my baby's expense. But I can remember so clearly how she acted months ago. At first I thought she was using me to make some guy jealous, but then she started being a little too obvious; doing things like always pulling out random bananas whenever I came to her locker, making sexual innuendo, and wearing more revealing clothes. Then there was the whole stealing my jacket thing, that's when I decided to make my move. I'd wasted enough time as it was; I wasn't going to waste anymore, although part of me was curious to see how far she would take it.

Tori's face flamed and she sputtered, "I-I- we- you know- Trina you little…" She trailed off, running after a retreating Trina.

Shaking my head, I followed their lead up the stairs, partially to make sure no one got hurt. I headed for Tori's room while they ran for their parents'. I quickly located Tori's duffle bag and began packing clothes for her. I promised her she could spend the week at my place and I was going to break up with Talia as soon as I dropped Tori off at my crib and got her settled.

Tomorrow would be a big day. I have to meet with Isaac to discuss marketing and my recording schedule. He also said he would help fill out my application for an artist condo so Tori, the baby, and I could have a space to ourselves.

In addition to that, I have to put the finishing touches on the songs I've been preparing for my demo presentation. If you don't know what that is, it's when an artist of a big company goes before the marketers and plays a few bars of a song I want to be my single and I explain my marketing strategy and music video concept. If they like it, I get to rerecord it professionally using the studio editing equipment, and a band if I should have need for it. Once the newer, re-mastered version is complete, they send it to radio stations and wait for it to be put into rotation. In the meantime, they'll shoot and release my music video then have me do what's called a radio press tour to gain a following. They'll book small opening act gigs for me until six months is up, if I'm not picked up by then, then I'm back at square one.

It can be a lengthy process but going to Hollywood Arts has given me kind of a leg up on competition. I'm locally known and I've had the chance to play for many big artist and producers. All they have to do is mention my name and I could blow up instantly.

Tori's giggle brought me out of my thoughts. She ran into the room closing the door and leaning against it, her chest heaving.

"You good?" I asked, smirking at her. She smiled a big megawatt smile that made my heart melt and my dick harden all at once. Damn, I loved her.

She walked up to me, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me down to kiss her. I happily obliged, exploring her mouth with my tongue and re-familiarizing myself. She moaned softly as my hand caressed her beautiful ass. The ass I've missed so much. The ass that has since grown since the last time I'd had the pleasure of touching it.

Tori let out a surprised squeak and pulled away. "Don't. It's gross and super jiggly and-"

My mouth reconnected with hers, interrupting her protests and I gave her perfect ass another squeeze for good measure. This time with both hands pulling her closer to me so that there would be no way she could miss the raging hard-on I had for her. "Does it feel like I think you're gross?" I mumble into the kiss. "You're fucking perfect."

She sighs contentedly into the kiss and pulls me impossibly closer to her, her tongue searching my mouth as well and rubbing against mine. She tasted like apple sauce and something else that was just Tori.

Unfortunately, I had to be the sensible one and pull away so I didn't end up fucking her while her parents were a few rooms away. I continued to rain small pecks on her lips before moving down her neck and stopping at the hollow of her collarbone. "Help me finish packing so we can get out of here."

Tori whined a little but nodded. She went to her closet and started pulling out a few dresses and tops while I collected the undies and hygienic products. Her bag was way too small to fit all of her make-up kits and shit, so I left the room to get her suitcase from the hall closet. When I returned, Tori was standing with one hand on her growing stomach and the other trying to soothe her back. She blew out a frustrated breath and continued packing. "You okay?" I called to her, unzipping the piece of luggage and laying it on the bed.

She shrugged and placed a pile of folded jeans and sweats in the suitcase. "I'm just not used to the extra weight yet. The doctor said that my sudden change in posture is why my back hurts so early. I was a 'very petite girl, barely making my appropriate weight for my height class, and now I'm pregnant and exceeding my appropriate weight.' My body's just not adjusted yet," she informed me while finishing the rest of the packing. I grabbed her suitcase and duffle bag and started towards the door.

Tori followed behind me but made a turn to head down the hall to her parents' room. I assume she's telling them that she's staying over here for a while. I went ahead and carried her bags to the car, loading them in the trunk. My phone rang just as I slammed the trunk closed.

It was Talia.

Part of me wanted to just ignore her, but I had to tell her that we need to talk and that I'd be over in about an hour. So begrudgingly, I answered, trying to sound like I wasn't about to drop her ass like a rock on the side walk. "Hey, Talia."

"Hey Dre, I… I don't know how to say this right, if there even is a right way to say this, but…. I'm a lesbian."

The fuck?

"E-Excuse me?" I asked, stunned.

"I've always known; the girl I love broke up with me for some bitch so I tried to use you to get over her, but it didn't work out as planned. And I'm so sorry; I never meant to string you along. You're a really nice guy, just not…my type."

I let out a breath of relief that turned into a shocked but amused chuckle. I'm being dumped by my lesbian rebound. "I get it. I uh…hope things work out for you."

"Thanks! Well, this has been awkward so, uh bye!"

"Who is that?" I turned around to see Tori standing by the car with her lunch box and pocketbook in hand.

"Uh... Talia. She just broke up with me," I said with an incredulous chuckle while shoving my phone in my pocket.

I can't believe that just happened. Nothing in my life is ever normal.

Tori's eyebrows arched in surprised. "Really?"

Walking towards the passenger side door, I unlocked the car and opened the door for Tori. "Yeah, she's not interested in guys right now."

Tori didn't respond; she just climbed into the car, setting her bags on the floor in front of her and then reached over to unlock my door. I climbed in on my side and started up the car.

We rode in a comfortable silence the entire six minutes to my house. My right hand sought out hers and I entwined our fingers, before kissing the back of her hand.

I'd missed this. I'd missed her. I'm so fucking happy that all that shit is behind us and we can start fresh. I've missed so much; I have no interest in missing anymore.

When I pulled up to the driveway, Tori unbuckled her seatbelt and turned towards me. "Today has been a weird day," she blurted, smiling.

"Ditto," I laughed.

I sat back and looked at her, my eyes roaming over her entire body, not sexually, but just adjusting to her new figure. Pregnancy looks amazing on her.

"What?" she asked, her smile faltering a bit. I leaned in, brushing her lips with mine a few times before pulling away.

"You're fucking beautiful. And I know I've said this already, but I missed you so much. I'm happy that we can finally be together. No craziness, no school, no secrets, no bullshit. Just you and me and little habichistella."

With that, her smile widened as her eyes watered. "Me too. I swear, Andre, I never kept this from you to hurt you. I just didn't want you to have to start your career with this on your plate. And I didn't want our baby to be a scandal."

I nodded, understanding her reservations. I damn sure didn't agree with them, but in Tori's mind it was easier to let me go than risk me resenting her for any career troubles I may have had in the future. "C'mon, let's go inside."

I popped the trunk and exited the car. Tori did the same, making sure to grab her two bags. "Why did you bring a lunch box anyway?" I asked, pulling her luggage out of the car and shutting the trunk.

I took Tori straight up to my room and got her stuff settled in. I placed all of her beauty shit in the bathroom on the counter while she unpacked her clothes and hung them up. I couldn't fight the big shit-eating grin that appeared on my face when I placed her toothbrush text to mine. It just reminded me that this is real. Tori and I are together again… and we're having a baby. I'm going to be a father.

Me. Andre Emmanuel Harris. I'm going to be somebody's daddy.

Then I realized that I don't know the first thing about babies or pregnancies. I rushed back into the room to find Tori lying on the bed, rubbing her bump.

"Whoa. Where's the fire?" she giggled, sitting up a little.

"How far along are you?" I inquired, taking off my shirt and pants before slipping into bed, next to her.

"Nineteen weeks tomorrow." She smiled, as I sat up on my elbow facing her.

"Nineteen weeks, which means baby should be half a pound and looking like a mango dipped in melted cheese. I'll start to experience more leg cramps- which are a complete bitch by the way. And maybe little bean will decide to kick or something."

My eyes widened in surprise. "They can do that now?" I feel kind of out of my element. I don't have any siblings and I haven't seen anyone in my family pregnant, but that's mainly because most of my family is in Dallas.

Tori didn't mind my cluelessness. "They normally start to move around sixteen weeks, but I haven't felt a kick. Just a little movement here or there, letting me know habichuela's alive."

"How do you pronounce it again? I'm not good with French," I joked. She let out a small giggle and rolled her eyes.

"Habi- like hubby, chu- like chew food, uel- like a well, a- like it sounds. Habichuela, or Haba for short."

"Yeah, I'll stick with Haba. Now is that a boy or girls name?"

"It's neutral. I don't know if it's a boy or girl get. You normally don't find out until your twentieth week. Dr. Weldon tried to look last week, the morning of graduation, but the baby wasn't cooperating. Que sera, sera and all that good stuff, I guess."

"So when's your next appointment, because I refuse to miss another one."

"Friday at 12, but I have a job interview at 10:30 for Guitar Center."

Job?

"Are you sure you should be working in your condition?" I asked skeptically.

Tori rolled her eyes. "Pregnancy isn't an illness. I can work, just no heavy lifting or high reaching. It's a cashier position anyway so I'm pretty much safe."

I lay down and pulled her next to me, similar to how I did the very first time she was in my bed like this. "I just worry, okay. I'm still adjusting to the news that we're having a baby. It hasn't completely sunken in yet. All I know is that you're here and I love you and I don't wanna let you go again."

Tori kisses me and speaks one word before we get completely lost in each other.

"Good."

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WASSUP! I bet you thought I was gone. I bet you thought I wouldn't come back. Maybe even thought I was dead. Well… I'm not!

I was working this ridiculously demanding job and had little to no time to truly sit down and write. On top of that, I was in school and whenever it seemed I had a day off, my mom had her laptop with her. Then I had a surgery and when I got back, my boss started acting like a bitch. But now, the semester's over, I have my own brand new laptop and no job so I'm back to having a shitload of time to do nothing but write and write and write and write. ALL THE TIME!

I'm not looking for a job cuz I'm is moving to Charlotte next month, so y'all should expect more chapters soon.

Anyways, How's your lives been? Anything new? I know I've developed a new Valdaya obsession. It's so wrong and so right simultaneously. I'm thinking of starting one, but I wanted to update this one first.

For those of you who don't know what Valdaya is, it's Val Chmerkovskiy, the dancer from DWTS and Zendaya, from Shake It Up. They were partnered on DTWS and even though they claim to have a "brother/sister relationship" they look so darned cute together! If you have time, just look them up on youtube.

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