12 Treat me like your baby's daddy.
"How did you get in?" Avery asked
"That's not a very nice way to welcome someone especially if he's your baby daddy"
"Why are you here?" She asked again.
"No welcome party or something?" He retorted.
" That's the same thing I said" Belle said dipping her hand into the big bag of chips she was holding.
"How's my baby?" Jamal asked reaching for her belly.
"Answer me " Avery asked moving away from his incoming embrace.
"Anything to eat" he asked, walking in like he owned the place and like she didn't just ask him a question.
"Same thing I asked" Belle popped out and yelled still munching slowly on her chips as she left them
"How can a person starve a visitor, this isn't fair" he muttered
"Well you aren't a visitor, at least not in my house" she retorted.
"So you admit I'm not a visitor" he said slowly moving closer to her with a sly grin on his face.
"Get out" she yelled.
"That's what I'm saying, I'm your baby daddy. I should be treated like one". He mumbled.
"Don't worry when this baby pops out it'll be all yours and I'll lose all connections or ties to it" Avery stated finally leavng the doorway and moving into the house.
"Huh!!!, Wait what?" He asked.
"You heard me already" she replied moving to the kitchen and bringing out the food she had made earlier that day to put in the microwave.
"Why would you do that?" He inquired moving closer to her and stopping at the island in the kitchen.
"Cos I don't want it" she dismissed.
"That part I know but why?, Why don't you want your baby? Jamal asked.
He could see a very fast change in her eyes, it was that of sadness... It was like she felt something but it was gone in an instant. He still didn't understand why she didn't want her own child, he knew he'd be there for her no matter what and that always seemed to be the problem about women like her, they were always scared of raising their children or child on their own and worst of all being called single mothers.
"But why should I keep it? If not for my religion I'd have considered getting rid of it" she retorted.
This time he saw that she was sure and had made up her mind. Her have to try again, maybe not today,but he wasn't giving up on her knowing what it's like to have a mother and child bond...
"That's not a very nice way to welcome someone especially if he's your baby daddy"
"Why are you here?" She asked again.
"No welcome party or something?" He retorted.
" That's the same thing I said" Belle said dipping her hand into the big bag of chips she was holding.
"How's my baby?" Jamal asked reaching for her belly.
"Answer me " Avery asked moving away from his incoming embrace.
"Anything to eat" he asked, walking in like he owned the place and like she didn't just ask him a question.
"Same thing I asked" Belle popped out and yelled still munching slowly on her chips as she left them
"How can a person starve a visitor, this isn't fair" he muttered
"Well you aren't a visitor, at least not in my house" she retorted.
"So you admit I'm not a visitor" he said slowly moving closer to her with a sly grin on his face.
"Get out" she yelled.
"That's what I'm saying, I'm your baby daddy. I should be treated like one". He mumbled.
"Don't worry when this baby pops out it'll be all yours and I'll lose all connections or ties to it" Avery stated finally leavng the doorway and moving into the house.
"Huh!!!, Wait what?" He asked.
"You heard me already" she replied moving to the kitchen and bringing out the food she had made earlier that day to put in the microwave.
"Why would you do that?" He inquired moving closer to her and stopping at the island in the kitchen.
"Cos I don't want it" she dismissed.
"That part I know but why?, Why don't you want your baby? Jamal asked.
He could see a very fast change in her eyes, it was that of sadness... It was like she felt something but it was gone in an instant. He still didn't understand why she didn't want her own child, he knew he'd be there for her no matter what and that always seemed to be the problem about women like her, they were always scared of raising their children or child on their own and worst of all being called single mothers.
"But why should I keep it? If not for my religion I'd have considered getting rid of it" she retorted.
This time he saw that she was sure and had made up her mind. Her have to try again, maybe not today,but he wasn't giving up on her knowing what it's like to have a mother and child bond...