"Your fans are going crazy over your last album on Twitter." Jasmine chuckled.

"Yeah I was reading some of those and now I kind I feel bad for all the shit I tweeted at Rihanna." I shook my head smiling.

She gasped. "Ohhh I should tweet what you just said so your fans can make fun of younger Y/n."

"Asshole, you hungry?" I asked Jasmine.

"Of course I am, when am I not hungry?" She scoffed putting her phone down.

I nodded. "Right dumb question," picking up my phone I went to my contacts and called Quincy. "Hey Quincy, do you feel like-"

"No I will not get Jasmine anything."

I frowned. "Are-are you outside my bedroom door?"

"No you just talk differently when your asking for something and depending on who your asking for or what your asking for, your voice changes," I heard him shuffle. "I know you Y/n."

I scoffed. "Oh yeah, then what do I sound like when I want you to do something for Jasmine?"

I looked at Jasmine as she and Quincy both started to talk at the same time. "Hey Quincy, do you feel like getting food for Jazzy she's really hungry and we both know how she gets when she's hungry." They both said and then they tried, and I mean tried, to impersonate my laugh.

I shook my head. "No way, the both of you practiced that."

"No Y/n your just predictable," Quincy chuckled. "Now bye, your brother is whooping my ass in Mortal Kombat"

He hung up the phone. "I really need to be less predictable."

"I don't know, you gave me a couple surprises." Jasmine mumbled.

"Like my stroke game?" I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and I continued. "Speaking of my stroke game-"

"Here we go."

"How have your hormones been holding up since you lost the best sex partner you'll ever have?" I sat up and smiled at her.

She shrugged picking at her shorts. "Not good considering the fact that I'm pregnant."

I chuckled. "Yeah I bet-"

...wait

My heart dropped and I gulped. "What?"

She bit her lip and looked at me. "I'm pregnant Dino." I frowned my eyebrows and she sighed. "I was supposed to get my period two days after the last time we had sex but, it didn't come. So me, being the reasonable person I am, decided to ignore it because I've been late before but, my period never came. I panicked and took a pregnancy test and boom, I'm pregnant."

I exhaled deeply. "But, you damn near overdosed on pills...how?"

She nodded. "That was my question too so, the next time I came over your house I checked the pills," she rolled her eyes. "Turns out they expired four months ago so they were useless."

I looked down at her stomach as my heart pounded. "You haven't been to a doctor yet right?" She shook her head. "Well maybe the pregnancy test was wrong."

She scoffed. "Yeah twenty pregnancy tests all had the same outcome."

"You took twenty?" I looked up at her.

"Twenty three to be exact."

I bit my lip and met her eyes. "I'm so sorry Jazzy."

She frowned. "Don't be, it takes two to tango."

"Yeah but, I ruined a huge opportunity for you because I was too stupid to put a condom on," I looked back down at her stomach. "You were supposed to be going on tour with Chris fucking Brown"

"Yeah." She sighed.

"Maybe you two can talk and arrange-"

"No," she cut me off and then cleared her throat. "Um, I already told him about it and he was sorry I couldn't make it but, what'd I expect him to do, post pone his whole tour just for one back up dancer?"

I nodded and we both went silent as I continued to stare at her stomach. Is this really happening? Am I supposed to be this nervous? Am I supposed to be this scared? Shit, am I supposed to be so fucking happy? I mean, I just ruined the start of Jasmines career.

"Stop beating yourself up," she tilted my head up. "Look we made a mistake and now I'm pregnant. There's nothing we can do about it so we just have to be adults."

I nodded slowly. "Um, can you feel them moving around in there yet or..."

She smiled. "No Dino he's about the size of a grain of rice."

I cocked a brow. "He's?"

She blushed. "I may or may not have been thinking about this baby for a while and I've come to the conclusion that I want a boy."

I smiled softly and slowly placed my hand on her stomach. Of course I didn't feel anything but damn, this is crazy. She placed her hand on top of mines and sighed. "I'm not ready to have a baby Y/n but honestly, I'm happy it's with you and not some random guy." I bit my lip and nodded. "You okay?" She asked.

I met her eyes and shook my head. "Don't get me wrong this is great I mean, a fucking baby this is amazing but, fuck Jazzy I'm scared. What if I'm not a good parent, what if I fuck up somehow, what if...what if I turn into my fath-"

"Don't," she said sternly. "He's a monster, he's twisted, and he decided to be like that. Your Y/n Y/ln the most caring, sweetest, kindest person I know. You compare yourself to that asshole ever again and I will literally punch you in the throat."

I leaned back and chuckled. "If I'm the kindest person you know then you must only talk to really shitty people."

"Your just now figuring that out?" She asked. "Do I have to remind you of what Quincy did?"

I laughed. "Oof."

She smiled softly. "Look, it's natural to be scared Y/n, this is your first baby and it was unplanned, so go ahead and be nervous, freak out and have a panic attack if you have too. Honestly I'd be a little worried if you weren't scared."

I let out a deep breath. "Yes okay, my feelings are completely normal and it's okay to be scared."

She nodded. "Good."

Wow, I got Jasmine Ortiz pregnant.

"Maybe I jinxed this, I remember the first time we ever slept together and I kept thinking, damn I have to trap her because I want her all to myself," I shook my head as she chuckled. "Look at us now."

"Fuck hormonal teen Y/n."

"Right?"

She bit her lip looking down at her stomach and I just stared at her while smiling. She looked back up meeting my eyes.

"Is that- is that happiness I see?" She asked in a teasing voice.

I scoffed. "Duh, we're having a fucking baby Jazzy."

"Oh really, how'd you find out?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up on my knees. "Okay jokes aside, you said you haven't been to the doctor yet which means we need to get you one," I picked up my phone. "I've made some good ass money, speaking of which remind me to talk to Lilly about that. Anyways I have enough to get us the best damn pediatrician there is," I pulled up google and paused. "Is that what we need a pediatrician?" I shook my head. "I'll google it but, we'll get you a doctor and we're going to make a list of all the things you can eat and how you should exercise and shit like that. Also, our baby is getting her vaccine shots, fuck essential oils."

She nodded, a big smile covering her face. "She?"

I shrugged and glanced up from my phone. "I've been thinking about this a lot over the past fifteen minutes and I know we're having a girl."

"We'll see in eight months," she sat up and took my phone from my hand. "But first don't panic and worry about a doctor I already know someone we can go to and second," she sighed. "I'm really happy your okay with me having a baby."

"Okay with it? You said that like you needed my permission to have a baby."

"I don't need your permission but, this is your baby too and I wanted to make sure you'd be fine with it." She shrugged.

I'm...I'm fine, I'm great. Shit maybe the universe has been trying to push me towards Jasmine this whole time. Shaking my head I looked down. That's not important right now, we're having a baby, and I have to tell Quincy-

"Oh shit I have to tell my mom." My eyes widened.

"Oh grow a pair, I should be scared my mom and dad are going to flip." She rolled her eyes.

"Jasmine your dad will kill me, I'm fucked."

She grimaced. "Welp, let's find you a passport out of the country."

-

"Damn Y/n, I'm going to be a Uncle?" Quincy chuckled scratching his head. "I knew you were getting fat Jasmine but I didn't want to say anything."

She threw her pizza crust at him and rolled her eyes. "I hate you."

"But really, congrats you guys."

I looked at Travis and raised a brow. "How you feeling?"

"This is so cool man, I'm going to have a niece." He rubbed Jasmines stomach.

I looked at her and smirked. "See, we're definitely having a girl."

"Keep thinking that." She bit into another slice of pizza.

"You know your going to die right Y/n?" Quincy asked patting my shoulder.

I nodded and started to tap my foot. "Yup, Travis you better not say a word to mom."

He looked up from Jasmines stomach and frowned. "You promised me a Lamborghini when I got here and what did I get? A toy car, I want that Lamborghini Y/n."

Jasmine laughed and I smacked my lips. "Are you blackmailing me?"

He nodded. "Of course I am."

I scoffed and looked at Quincy. "You taught him that."

Quincy nodded and wiped away an imaginary tear. "I've never been so proud."

"Oh by the way Vanessa knows too." Jasmine said.

"How did she find out before me?" I asked.

"Well I didn't mean for her to find out, I was panicking after the test came back positive and I couldn't exactly talk to you about it so I texted her. I asked her what was the best way to tell someone that your pregnant but I didn't tell her who got me pregnant. Long story short when you said that we fuc-" she looked down at Travis. "When you told her that we had fun together she kind of put everything together."

"Why didn't you guys invite me when you were having fun?" Travis asked.

Quincy laughed and walked out of the kitchen. "Gosh I love that kid."

"Um, it was the kind of fun only adults can have." Jasmine glanced at me.

"Oh, did you get pregnant form having fun?"

Jasmine nodded. "Yup, I had too much fun."

I scoffed. "Okay whatever, he talks like he's some wise ass fifty year old man but he doesn't know where babies come from?"

Jasmine smacked the back of my head. "Obviously not and how about we keep it that way, you and Quincy corrupted him enough."

I rolled my eyes as my phone rang. "I can't wait to see you as a mother."

Standing up I grabbed my phone and walked into the kitchen. Looking down I saw Vanessa calling and I immediately picked up.

"Damn you left like three hours ago, miss me already?" I chuckled.

"Y-Y/n." She said in a shaky voice.

I frowned tensing up. "What happened Nessa."

"I-I..."

"Vanessa?"

"Y/n I killed him."

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