Firecracker

Gianni Summers

Soph has been driving me crazy with all her smothering. She's taking over my tables at the cafe, helping me out at the supermarket and even going as far as finding out about my assignments and researching the information about them for me.

Absolutely nuts, she's driven me. I dont know how much more of this I can take before I wring her neck.

Being independent my entire life, this is all too much for me, she's treating me like I'm cripple and can not do shit for myself.

When she said she had my back, I didn't know she meant quite literally. She's hardly left my side since we found out I was pregnant.

To top it all off, today we going maternity dress shopping.

She is relentless, after days of begging I finally agreed on the condition I buy and pay for my own shit.

She reluctantly agreed to my condition, so now I'm getting ready to leave for the mall.

She's picking me up in about ten minutes so I have to get a move on.

Twenty minutes later, she comes barging into my apartment with doughnuts, my favourite.

"Hi baby momma, these are for you, eat and then lets go" Rolling my eyes at her, I grab the doughnut heaven.

Eating as slow as possible not wanting to throw up again. She chuckles knowingly, swallowing a almost whole doughnut then sticking her tongue out at me.

After I ate, I grab my keys and my purse as she pushes me out of the door. Locking up, we make our way to the stairs.

"Oh, Gigi. Uhm Kylie is uhh tagging along, she has to do some shopping and invited herself.

I told her not to push you and not to use you as a dress up doll as you are fragile, then she wanted to know why, at the end of the conversation she knew just about everything. I'm sorry" Soph says cringing as I glare at her.

Kylie is Sophs eighteen year old kid sister, she's a good kid, great company but very opinionated and straight forward, so telling her about my situation is not a good thing at all.

It'd be as bad as telling my mother if I had one, all about it and then having to hear how stupid I am.

I'm already dreading this stupid trip to the mall.

Reaching the car, Kylie hugs me gently, almost as if I'm fragile. Rolling my eyes reminding myself to kill Soph later and dump her body in a swamp.

"Hey there Gianni. Heard all about you and your drama filled life, how's it going?" Kylie asks me curiously.

Sighing "I'm doing okay" I tell her tiredly. "No really Gianni, how are you doing with all of this?" She insists.

Now by no means are we close but she always tries to help with any and everything.

"I mean the situation isn't ideal, but what can you do ? That right there is life and life happens. I had plans and dreams and a whole future planned.

So everything is fucked, I have no idea what I'm doing, how I'm going to survive, I'm dead ass broke, a college student trying to make ends meet and now I'm 21 and pregnant with a baby.

I just dont know what's going to happen to me, to us." I say sadly, about to cry again.

"What about the baby's father ? You tell him yet?" She asks making me snap my head to Soph wide eyes.

I completley forgot about the father in this rollercoaster of a ride. How could I forget that it took two to tango, fuck.

"He's not going to be in the picture, all I was to him, was a good fuck and nothing more" I say slowly as that sinks in.

"So why dont you go for an abortion or give the baby up for adoption, I mean like you said you can't do this by yourself, you're not ready" She says matter factly.

"Kylie!!!" Soph screams at her sister. I understand why she did but like I said we not close how was she to know.

"I made a promise to myself that no matter how tough life got for me I'd never abandon the child I birthed. I'd never leave my child to fend for itself in a world they didnt ask to be in.

I'll never be able to live with myself knowing I had killed my own child also I wont be the piece of shit my bological parents were." I say sounding strong and confident.

When in reality, I'm terrified that I might never be able to give my baby the life he or she deserves.

But I know for damn sure, he or she is going to have all the love and support in the world from it's momma.

The baby might not of been part of my plan but he or she is definitely going to get my all, my best in everything I can give them.

Thankfully we arrived at the mall before anyone could respond. Getting out of the car as soon as its parked, I rush to the building. Needing fresh air and some space.

After five minutes of aimlessly walking around, I make my way to the shop Soph and Kylie are at.

Fitting on numerous of outfits, we finally are finished. I paid for the things.

Once they paid for their things we make our way to another shop. Certain that I have enough clothing I just browse.

Coming to the baby section, I smile looking at all the cute outfits.

It's so fucking cute. I see a jumper with the words 'Mommy's little firecracker' written on it, I giggle. I need to get that one.

Standing at the tiller, I have a handful of baby clothes, I couldn't help myself. Soph comes behind me with her own bunch of baby clothes in her basket.

Narrowing my eyes at her she giggles. "You can tell me all you want not to buy you shit but my niece or nephew is going to get spoilt rotten, I simply do not give a flying fu- fudge what you have to say about it" she says to my flat stomach with a whole lotta attitude.

Before I can say anything Kylie asks " Isn't it abit too early for baby shopping? How far are long are you anyways?"

"Im about eight weeks pregnant and yes I guess it's too early but these were just too fucking cute." I say excitedly while Soph squeals lifting her basket up, agreeing.

After paying for our things, we agree to go get some things at the supermarket near by and then cook a nice meal at home.

Arriving at the supermarket, Soph leaves me and Kylie to get some things while she was going to other side of the supermarket to get the rest, so we can get out of here quickly, tired of all the shopping at the mall.

Grabbing a cart, we make our way to the vegetable aisle. Grabbing everything we might need and then some for the rest of the week.

"So where did you and baby daddy do the dirty ?" Kylie asks out randomly.

"We not about to have this conversation Kylie" I say moving to the next aisle.

"Come on, tell me ? Was he hot ? Was it good? How painful was it?" She asks firing one question after the other.

Deciding not to answer her I keep looking for the things I need. Why Soph thought it was a good idea to let me and Kylie partner up is beyond me.

"Do you even know his name ? Where he lives ? What he does for a living ?" She asks making me stop. Shit the only thing I know about him is his god damned name.

Sighing I shake my head no. Making her screech. "What the fuck Gianni, you are fucking pregnant with some guys baby, that you spent one night with, not knowing anything about him???"

"No Kylie, I dont fucking know the man that got me pregnant, we didnt talk we just fucked. The one night I decide to loosen up and lose my virginty to some prick I fall pregnant? Do you think this is something I wanted?

I had my whole life planned do you honestly think if I had the choice I would fall pregnant by some stranger, not knowing where he lives, what he does for a living or what kind of fucking person he is ? Hell no.

I already told you, all I was to him was a good fuck, he probably thinks I'm some kind of whore too but it doesnt matter because he isnt going even to be in the damn picture, so what does it matter. And for whatever it counts his damn name is Elijah.

Im 21 and eight weeks pregnant, dont know who my baby father is, up to my neck in bills and drowning in assignments do you honestly fucking think I can deal with your shit too right now? Back off!" I screamed at her.

Turning around ready to storm off I bump into a hard chest. Stumbling backwards I embrace myself for the hard floor but it doesn't come.

Slowly opening my eyes, I gasp. There in all his glory, Elijah stands with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist catching my fall once again.

Oh fuck me. Why God? Why ? Why me?

"Elijah" I squeak out. Trying to get away from him, not wanting to look him in the eye. I struggle some more but he just tightens his grip.

"Look at me mia belle" his voice deep and smooth with a hint of his accent. Shaking my head, I keep my eyes focused down on our bodies that are completley against each other.

God why does he have to feel so good? Why does being in his arms feel so warm and safe ? Why does it feel like home?

His hand grabing my chin gently snaps me out of my thoughts. He lifts my head so that my eyes meet his.

All different kind of emotions are swirling around is his dark green orbs. While tears are filling mine. Why am I so emotional god damn it.

We just keep staring at each other until I remember that I was screaming and the whole store probably heard me and he was right behind me. How long was he there and how much did he hear ?

"What did you hear ?" I ask him, voice breaking a little. He looks at me for a long time before he answers.

"Everything" he voices out.