Fight For Love (August Alsina's Fan Fiction)

FFL: Chapter Forty-Five

∞<3∞ Kim's POV ∞<3∞

[Three Months Later]

"Aug, what do you want to have ? " I asked as he was texting on his phone. We were currently in the waiting room. Today we have a doctor appointment and we were going to find out the sex of the baby. I was six months pregnant now and couldn't wait to deliver this baby. I was tired to be pregnant.

He shrugged, "Hmmm..." He hummed shoving his phone in his jacket pocket, "Well, I don't really care. I wanna a healthy baby." He answered looking at me.

I chuckled, "Oh really ? You don't have a preference ? " I insisted raising my eyebrow smiling.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Okay, okay. I'm not gon' lie, but it'll be coo to have a little boy. I hope I'll have a mini me. He'll do all like his daddy and even better." He said grinning with stars in his eyes.

I knew it !

"And what bout ya ? I'm sure ya have a preference too." He then asked smirking. 

I smiled, "A boy too. Like that, if and when we'll have another child, I hope it'll be a girl and he'll be her big brother and protect her." I answered honestly. 

"Oh, belee dat, we'll have others children." He said then pecked my lips. 

I giggled blushing.

"Alsina ? " Then a nurse called looking around. 

He is the one who took the appointment. I raised my eyebrow shaking my head at him, "I am still a Johansson and I think we already talked about it, I'll take your name, but keep mine as well." I reminded him and he shrugged acting like he didn't know what was going on.

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[The Next Day]

"Kim, if ya don't hurry up, we're gonna be late." 

I sighed trying not to yell at him. He was being so damn annoying or maybe it was just my hormones, but I was mad at him for an unknown reason. I couldn't wait to be done with that pregnancy. Everything inside me was changing and outside it wasn't better. I was fat and looked like a whale. 

I stared at myself in the mirror and then the tears started falling uncontrollably, "Bae, are ya d- Kim ? Hey, why are ya crying ? " He asked rushing towards me. He took a Kleenex and gave it to me, "What's going on ? Are ya okay ? " He questioned me concerned.

"I...I...I am...so...so...fat..." I answered through my sobs.

He rolled his eyes, "Not again." He mumbled, but I heard him. He sighed wiping his face, "Ya are NOT fat."