Icing on the Cake

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“Why is that?” I asked nervously.

“I’m 19 and I’m pregnant.” Ren explained. “I’m going to be a mom. I’ll have to take care of another human and I can’t even take care of myself.”

“Have you talked to Michael?” I asked.

“I’m afraid he’ll sweep it under the rug.”

“I didn’t get a clear vibe from him last night. Is he excited?”

“I don’t think so…I don’t know. I mean, I think he wants to be excited and feels like he should be, but isn’t.”

“Are you excited?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if there’s excitement under all this freaking out. I’m also freaking out because I don’t know if Michael will stay with me or not.”

“I don’t think he would leave you…”

“Good, because I really don’t know and I have to sort all this out and make all these decisions I don’t want to make.” Ren’s phone dinged after saying that. “Oh my God.” She said while letting out a small giggle.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“This problem just solved itself.” Ren said, showing me her phone. “Michael’s decorating a nursery in our apartment.”

“Why does that solve the problem?”

Ren looked like she was getting happily emotional. “He’s excited about this.”

Notes

Unrelated ramble:
For those that don't know, there is going to be a Presidential election recount in the U.S. states of Wisconsin, Michigan, and Pennsylvania (all states that Trump won, but narrowly) and if the recount gives all three to Clinton then SHE WINS! (She should fucking win she got TWO MILLION more fucking votes than him!)

I'm sorry. Honestly all I think about is either 5SOS or how fucked America is rn