Un-intended

Un-intended: chapter three

"Luna Belle Spears!" Lola exclaimed. "I can't. I don't even know what to say. A baby? A baby!"

Lola paced around the apartment.

"We can barely afford rent in this apartment, a baby being added to this situation is worse. I shouldn't have left you alone at that party. Fuck! Mom and dad will be so pissed. They were already hesitant about sending you up here with me. How could you be so reckless!" Lola huffed.

"Stop yelling at me, okay? I'm scared. I am so scared right now and the last thing that I need is a lecture." I bit my lip trying not to cry, but it was too late.

"Luna. I'm sorry." Lola say down next to me.

"You have a right to be mad. This baby is something serious, but please, don't tell mom and dad. I want to do it on my own."

"I won't, but you have to tell the douche who knocked you up." She crossed her arms.

"And how am I supposed to do that? Randomly direct message him saying, hey! I'm pregnant with your baby. I'd look like a stalker."

"It doesn't matter if you look like a stalker. He did the tango now he needs to deal with the actions."

"I'm not talking to him. I can raise this baby on my own."

"Luna. You're barely home. The bakery has all of your attention, you need to at least tell him."

"I can cut back on the hours."

"No, Luna. You need to tell him. He's a billionaire. The worst he can do is deny to be in the baby's life, but support you financially."

"I don't need his money." I stood up before walking to the kitchen.

"Lulu."

"What?"

"Never mind okay? I'm drunk and I'm just gonna go to sleep hoping this is a dream." Lola stumbled. "We'll talk about it in the morning."

I nodded.

"But no matter what, you need to tell him. Or I'm telling mom and dad." She said before walking away, not leaving me any space to say anything.

I groaned while angrily grabbing the carton of ice cream. Everything was falling apart. If I could back in time and change that night, I would in a heartbeat.

***

"Top of the morning." Jorja yawned while shuffling into the kitchen. "You didn't come back to bed."

"I couldn't sleep." I shook my head. "Then I just decided to stay up. I'm gonna try to make it to the bank before the bakery."

"You ate all the ice cream?" She pouted before sitting down on the couch.

"Yeah. I'm sorry." I cried. "I just got one scoop and I kept eating and I ate it all. I fucked up and ate it all!"

"Lulu. Baby, it's okay." Jorja said. "We can buy some more, please don't cry. I swear I can run to the store and get another carton."

I shook my head.

"What am I gonna do?"

"For starters, call baby daddy. Today!" Lola walked in. "Second, you need to tell mom and dad or figure out what you're going to do."

"I told you I'm not ready."

"Get ready, Luna. This is something serious."

"Don't you think I know that?"