I feel like a million bucks right now. I'm happy, and for once everything feels all right. Its really wierd. It doesn't make sense at all!
Matt looks at me for the hundrenth time.
"What?" I snap at him.
"Calm down, dude! Its just me."
"Matt, I am tired of this little fucker! I've gotten NO SLEEP for the past WEEK, because I'm sick all the damn time!"
"Dude, its okay."
"No, its NOT OKAY! I am about ready for this little fucker to get out, before I go fucking insane!"
"Josh, I know this is hard for you....Its just--"
"Shut the fuck up Matt! I am really fucking sick and tired of everything!"
Matt stroked my hand.
"Josh," he whispers. "I'm staying by you no matter what. You've got a doctors appointment today, they're gonna check how the kid's doing."
"I don't wanna go!" I protest.
"Josh, we need the kid to be healthy."
"Its gonna turn out freaky if its MINE."
"I know you have your heroin addiction you're getting over, but they need to see if its growing right."
"How the fuck am I going to hide, THIS?!" I yell pulling up my shirt to show Matt the bump.
I have a fucking baby bump!
Matt looks at me, "You have a bump?"
"Yes, I have a fucking bump! Is it THAT big of a deal?" I snap at him.
Matt looks at me, and kisses me.
"This kid's gonna be amazing, after he or she is born, we'll find out who the father is, okay?"
"Fine, but I get to veto your name choice if it sucks."
"Love you too Matty."
HI SAM! I'M LISTENING TO FALLOUT WHILE WRITING THIS! R&R? XO JULES