Zeke’s POV
‘Zeke!’ Tylor calls, ‘You might want to see this!’
‘Okay, coming!’ I call, doing up my skinny jeans. I smile at the thought of why I was just doing up my skinny jeans.
‘Why you smiling like that?’ She asks me.
‘Last night was…’ I don’t have to finish my sentence because she smiles knowingly.
‘I know.’
‘So what did you want me to see?’ She walks over to me and holds out a little plastic stick.
‘What is i… oh my god!’ I look up at her, ‘You’re pregnant?’ I ask and she nods.
‘Yes!’ She’s smiling like she won the jackpot.
‘Oh my god!’ I say again, looking at the test. Then smiling as well. ‘Tylor! We’re having a baby!’ I grab her and pull her close.
‘A baby at eighteen, mum won’t be to happy with me, but we’re a family already, this is good.’ She says and kisses me.
‘Very good.’ I mumble against her lips. When we break apart, I kneel at her stomach and start kissing the baby that probably isn’t even really there yet.
‘That tickles!’ Tylor giggles.
‘Sorry baby, I’m talking to my other baby.’ I run my fingers across her stomach. ‘Aren’t I little bubba! I’m talking to my other littler baby!’ I kiss her stomach again.
‘I can tell this baby is going to be spoiled.’ Tylor smiles.
‘Yeah, definitely will!’
Almost as soon as I found out Tylor was having a baby, I decided I was going to propose, so I went out to by a ring. I couldn’t wait to give it to her. We’ve been together for four years and only ever had one fight, I learnt after that fight to not fight with her ever again, I didn’t like the consequences.
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Chapter 3
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