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Mikayla's POV
"Mitchie!" I hear the obnoxious voice say.
"Oh.." Mitchie's smile turns into a fake one. "Hi, Amanda."
"So nice to see you again!" She says as she hugs her.
"Um, yeah, you too." Mitchie says in return.
"Hi, Mitchie's girlfriend." She says to me in a bitter tone. She better watch it just because I'm pregnant does not stop me from giving her a piece of my mind.
"Amanda, this is my girlfriend Mikayla." Mitchie says when she see's the annoyed look on my face. "Mik, this is my ex Amanda."
"Pleasure to meet you." She says as she shakes me hand.
Wish I could say the same about you, I think to myself. "You too." I say forcing a fake smile.
"So what are you two doing here?" She asks as she sits beside Mitchie. My romantic date with my girlfriend has now turned into catch up time with her obnoxious ex.
"We're kind of just spending time together." Mitchie says emphasizing her last word. Good gilr, Mitchie.
"I'm here with my little sister... you remember her right? She was barely a year old when we were dating now she's three and she just loves to talk!" Amanda says as she rambles on. Hm, wonder where her sister gets that trait from...
"Where is she?" Mitchie asks.
"Somewhere in the playground." Amanda laughs. She's funny... You know, worrying about my girlfriend instead of watching her little sister. Remind me not to let her babysit my son.
"Well you're doing a great job of watching her," Mitchie says. "Is that her?" She points to a little girl who is on the ground under the swings, crying.
"Damn it Bella, that's a new dress!" Amanda begins to bitch as she runs over to her sister.
"Quick! Let's get the hell out before she talks us to death." I say as I grab Mitchie's hand and stand up.
"Baby, don't be rude." She says as she shakes her head. "I'll talk to her, okay?"
"Mitchie, I've had it up to here with this girl. How the hell did you manage to stand her?" I say as I sit back down.
"She wasn't as bad when we were together..." Mitchie says.
"Sorry," Amanda says when she returns. "Where were we?"
"Well WE were about to leave." I say as I stand up again. "I don't know about you."
"Wow, you pregnant?" She asks point to my protruding belly. Every morning it's like I get larger.
"Yeah, I am." I say as I look at her.
"How far along?"
"About four months." Mitchie says for me. "We're having a boy."
"We're? So it's yours?" Amanda asks in surprise.
"Whose else would it be?" I ask.
"Well I knew you had a dick but I didn't know you had it in you to knock someone up." She says. Her voice really is obnoxious, I get a headache just listening to it.
"That's rude." Mitchie says.
"Oh Mitchie, you've become so dead! Where's your quirky sense of humor? You used to be so energetic and what not." Amanda complains. Too bad that Mitchie is still a quirky, awesome sense of humor kind of girl.. just not for Amanda.
"Babe, can I speak to Amanda for a second?" I ask Mitchie. She looks at me with fear but I just smile. She nods as she stands up and walks over to the side to check her phone.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" She says forcing the worst fake smile.
"I'm not going to say this again so just listen closely. I've seen your texts and I've seen the way you flirt with my girlfriend and I'm not having it. She's clearly not into you if you haven't noticed?" I say. I'm trying to sound as calm as possible. I don't really like confrontation but since I got pregnant I have done so many new things... "Me and her are more than happy together and we don't need you to come in and ruin everything. I know those are your intentions but I hope now that you know she and I are having a baby, that you will kindly get the fuck out of our lives."
"My intentions are not to break you up. You're psycho." She says as she shakes her head. "I'm just trying to be friends with her again."
"She doesn't need you as a friend, she has plenty of those and she has me." I say.
"How about you step back for a second and breathe, and then let Mitchie decide if she wants to be my friend or not."
"Fine." I say with a smile. I already know what Mitchie's going to say.
"Mitchie, we're friends right?" Amanda asks as she looks behind me.
"Uh, yeah." Mitchie replies walking over. "Somewhat."
"And you want to stay that way right?"
"Look, I don't know where you're going with this but I'm in a committed relationship and.." She begins to say but I cut her off.
"See." I say with a smile.
"Mitchie, can we be friends or are you going to let your jealous girlfriend run your life? You're not that whipped are you?"
"She doesn't run my life but the moment we made that baby, we began to make decisions as a couple. If she doesn't want me seeing you then that's how it works." Mitchie says. Where the hell did I manage to get such a loving, understanding girlfriend?
"Fucking whipped." Amanda laughs. "You never changed, Mitchie."
"Excuse me?" Mitchie says defensively.
"You've always been whipped love." Amanda says.
"Have not." Mitchie replies rolling her eyes. "You know what... just go. I have no intention of being friends with you so leave me and my girlfriend alone."
Amanda looks at me with fury and then at Mitchie. She sighs loudly before taking off with her sister. "I'm not that crazy, am I?" I ask Mitchie.
"You're not crazy but your mood swings drive me insane, babe." She says shaking her head. "Let's go home okay?"
We walk back to the car and the entire ride, Mitchie does not say a single word. "What's the matter, baby?" I ask her as we near our apartment.
"Nothing." She says. She gives me a fake smile and then looks away.
"Liar liar pants on fire!" I say with a chuckle.
"I'm fine." She lies again.
"Stop lying and tell me what's wrong!" I demand.
"I don't want to piss you off." She says.
"Well you're pissing me off by lying so just start talking."
"I think I was kind of harsh on Amanda." She says slowly.
"There were worse things you could say or do."I tell her.
"But I didn't mean to be so rude to her, I know you don't like her and I know how obnoxious she is but she was still a big part of my life at one point and I can't help but feel bad."
"The past is the past, Mitch. Think about it in my eyes, the girl would not stop flirting with you and texting you.
It's disrespectful to you and it's disrespectful to me." I say.
"I guess you're right. Sorry." She says.
"Don't be sorry, come here." I say hugging her.
"What would you like to do tonight?" She asks as we reach our apartment.
"I'm in the mood for a movie in bed date. I want popcorn and pickles." I say.
"Why am I not surprised that you are craving pickles?" She laughs. We enter the apartment and she throws of her keys to the side.
"Can we watch finding memo?" I ask.
"Seriously?" She laughs. "How old are we... Eighteen or eight?"
"Baby come on!" I beg. I give her the pout face that she loves so much.
"Well if you give me that face..." She says. I begin to jump up and down in celebration.
"I'll run to the store and buy some popcorn and pickles... What else do you need?" She asks. "And you better decide what you're craving now!"
"Just popcorn, pickles and some potato chips." I say.
"Those are all the things your doctor said you shouldn't eat babe." Mitchie says in frustration.
"If I'm the one who is carrying this child then I will eat whatever I please" I say. No one is taking away my junk food.
"Can you at least have something healthy with it?" She asks.
"Fine... I'll take some fruits or something." I finally say.
"That's my girl." She says as she kisses the top of my head. "Go lay down okay?"
"Baby I'm four months pregnant not about to pop." I say to her. She's been so protective of me, I love it but sometimes it's a little much.
"I know but I want you and my baby to be healthy so go lay down until I return. I won't be long, I promise." She says. She gives me a look and I know she means what she says.
"If you insist." I say with a sigh as I leave towards the room.
"Call me if you need anything babe." I hear her say before the front door closes.
I lay out in our bed and just stare up at the ceiling. These are the kinds of moments where I just like to lay down and think about my life. Last time I had the chance to do this, I was debating on whether or not to tell Mitchie about my pregnancy. Sure there was a brief second where I considered raising this baby on my own but that would have never worked. Having Mitchie has been more than a blessing, she's so helpful and protective. I'm glad that I'm sharing my life and this life with her, not anyone else.
Suddenly I hear a knock on the front door that interrupts my day dream. Who the hell would be knocking on our door? It's not like many people know where we live. I make my way over to the door and open it. To my surprise, I'm met by Harper and my little brother.
"Mikayla!" He nearly screams as he sees me.
"Justin?" I say in a half excited half confused tone.
He throws his arms around my legs and hugs me tightly. I look at Harper with confusion and she points inside, asking to come in. I hold the door open for her to enter and then close it behind us.
"What the hell is he doing here, Harp?" I ask her as I detach my brother. I get down on my knees and give him a super tight hug.
"It's a long story." She says.
"Well I have more than time." I say. "What's going on?"
"Do you have some coffee or something?" She asks. "I've been driving for the past four hours and he spent the entire ride talking about trucks and animals and what not."
"Yeah, sure." I say. "But then you tell me what's going on." I tell her.
"Okay, deal." she says. I walk over to the kitchen and serve her some coffee. My little brother has not stopped following me.
"Here." I say as I put a cup of coffee in front of her. I sit down in the seat across from her and put my brother on my lap. He hasn't talked, he just throws his arms around me and just hugs me, not letting go. "Okay, now please tell me why you and my brother are here. Do my parents know? How do you know where I live?"
"First of all, you gave me your address when you moved. Second of all, no your parents don't know." She says. She takes a sip of her coffee then sighs. "I don't know how and where the hell he got the address but your brother came to my house."
"Harper, he's four." I say. "He doesn't even know how to tie his shoes how the hell would he show up at your house?"
"I don't know... I don't live that far from your parents maybe he walked over or something. He won't tell me. Anyway, when I answered the door I was completely freaked out, it's not everyday that a four year old is standing at your door crying."
"Why was he crying? What did they do to him?" I ask raising my voice.
"Like I said, he won't answer me. He just kept insisting I take him to see you and even after I told him to go home he kept insisting. I couldn't say no to him, Mikayla, he was crying!"
"Justin, are you okay?" I ask him. He nods his head into my chest and I hug him tighter. "Talk to me, Jay, what's the matter?"
"I miss you." He says shyly.
"I miss you too buddy but you can't just force my best friend to drive you here. It's not a quick drive... Did mom and dad hurt you?" I ask him. When I was younger my parents used to discipline me by hitting me. I got over it but I always watched that they never did that to Justin.
"Mommy hit me." He says.
"Why did she hit you sweetie?" I ask him.
"Because I kept asking for you to come home." He says.
"I'm never going back there, Justin, mommy and daddy don't want me there."
"But I do." He says. I can hear him beginning to cry. Watching my little brother like this was killing me.
"Where did she hit you monkey?" I ask.
"My face." He says. "It hurt, Mickey."
"I'm sorry, Jay." I say as I kiss the top of his head. "Harp, you can't just bring him here without my parents knowing. They will destroy you if they find out."
"I sent your mom a text letting her know and she never responded."
"She probably hasn't even noticed, she's always busy." I say. "He has to go back."
I hear the door open and I turn to see Mitchie walking with the groceries. "Babe!" She yells.
"I'm right here." I say as I wave.
"Justin?" She asks as she spots him. "Oh hi." She says as she puts the groceries down and spots Harper.
"Mitch, this is my best friend Harper." I say. "Harp, this is Mitchie."
"Nice to meet you." They say to one another.
"Um not meaning to be rude but why are they here?" She asks as she takes the stuff into the kitchen.
"Justin ran away from home and made Harper bring him here." I say.
"What? Why?" She asks.
"Because my mom hit him, she's an idiot." I say rolling my eyes.
Just as Mitchie takes a seat beside me I hear the door again. Someone is knocking again. Who the hell can it be this time! I make my way to the front door with my little brother in my arms. Like the protective girlfriend she is, Mitchie walks behind me and stops when I go to open the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask as soon as I swing the door open to reveal the uninvited guest.
Hate to leave a cliffhanger but... here's a cliffhanger haha. Bet you guys can guess who it is, anyway :) Thanks for reading and sorry for the length! Review please!