Fight for Me (Ariana Grande/You)

Chapter 31

I hopped around the ring and watched Edgar's hands.

"Watch the feet, watch the feet." I told him.

I did the Ali shuffle, and he gasped.

"Do it again." He said.

"Watch the feet!" I said.

I did the shuffle again. As soon as he looked, I threw a right hook to his head, and he stumbled back.

"Bitch!" He yelled.

"Thirty seconds." Duke said.

Edgar moved back in. I put my hands up to block a punch. As soon as I went to punch, Edgar threw an uppercut. He immediately threw a right hook to my body.

I screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

"Y/N, what the fuck?" Edgar asked as he bent down to me.

"My fucking ribs." I breathed out.

I wheezed as I inhaled. I tried to catch my breath, and my chest got tight.

"Rocky, what the fuck happened?" Duke asked as he walked over to us.

"My ribs." I said.

"It was a light hit, Y/N. I didn't even hit you that hard." Edgar said.

"I know." I said.

"What did the doctor say after your fight with Carmie when you got checked out?" Duke asked.

I looked up at him.

"I didn't." I said.

Edgar and Duke groaned.

"Well gym is closing. Go home, everybody!" Duke yelled.

The other boxers in the gym stopped their workouts.

"You are so dumb." Edgar told me.

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The sound of my bedroom door opening woke me up. I turned over onto my back and looked at the door. Ariana screamed when she saw me.

"Hi, babe." I said.

"I thought you had training until one." She said.

"Yeah, but I broke my rib." I said. I looked at the plastic CVS bag in her hand. "What's that?"

"I'm sorry, you broke your rib?" She asked.

"Yeah, and it punctured my lung a little. It's chill though. They gave me pain meds and said I was fine." I told her. "What's in the bag?"

"Pregnancy tests." Ariana said.

I quickly sat up in the bed. I winced in pain from the sudden movement.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm three weeks late. I'm never late. It's not a big deal." She said walking to the bathroom.

"Not a big deal? You have fucking pregnancy tests in that bag!" I said as I climbed out of bed. "And you said three weeks. That's a long ass time!"

I followed after her to the bathroom and stood in the doorway.

"It's just a test." She shrugged.

"That says if you're pregnant or not. Do you know what pregnant means? It means baby." I said.

"Give me five minutes?" She said.

Ariana shut the bathroom door in my face and locked it.

"Fuck." I groaned.