So I suck at remembering to upload on time… Yeah, I'm sorry…
Fang, Iggy and I hung out basically every day. Both of them took care of me and lent me their hoodies, which I gladly used. They even went shopping with me to get clothes that would actually fit. Shopping basically sucks right now… but I guess that's what I get.
My mom pulled me out of school last week so she could homeschool me. Homeschooling wasn't half bad either, other than the fact I'm going to miss prom. But it's not like I'd be able to fit the dress I had bought in July.
The baby was healthy so that's good, I haven't thought about names. Anytime it'd come up in my head I refused to think about it and concentrated on something else. Fang and Iggy have tried multiple times to get me to think about a name. They would give "subtle" hints of how I should name the baby Jeffery or Nick if it's a boy. You'd think they would figure out I know what they're doing, I mean they haven't even bothered to give me and girl names. How dumb do they think I am? Wait, don't answer that…
"Where's my favorite friend that has a bun in the oven?" I heard Iggy call out.
"I thought I was your favorite friend!" Fang's voice carried up the stairs.
"I didn't know you also have a bun or buns cooking." I said coming out of my room placing a hand on Fang's stomach, which is rock hard, might I add.
"Touché," Fang then put both of his warm hands on my stomach. "I hope you have quadruplets." Fang smirked at me and kissed my forehead.
"Pound sign rude!" Iggy hip bumped Fang out of the way. "The correct thing to say is, I hope they drug you to make it the least painful they can, so you can have your quadruplets high as a motherfucker." I frowned at Iggy and he kissed my cheek, ruffled my hair, and skipped into my room.
"I'm not having quadruplets. I'm having one child." Fang and I followed Iggy into my room and sat on the bed.
"So where's the newest baby picture?" Fang asked, I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture of Mom, me and my very obvious baby bump. "Not what I meant, but nice picture."
"Thanks, and I don't have one. The doctor said that if I looked at it, I might be able to find out the gender, so we didn't get one." I answered
"Lame," Fang flopped back on the bed pulling me with him. Iggy looked at us, wiggled his eyebrows at me then lay back on the other side of me.
"I'm hungry," Iggy complained sighing loudly.
"You know where the kitchen is; go make your own food." I said looking at him.
"But I don't wanna. Why isn't your mom here to make us cookies?"
"Because she has a job outside of teaching her pregnant teenage daughter." Iggy huffed and sat up.
"Fine, I'm getting food," He pointed at Fang and I, "No, I will not get you anything and no baby-making." Fang laughed softly and I rolled my eyes.