Unexpected

9.

MICHELLE POV

These three months have been crazy. Sometimes I wished Tatum was here to be the support I need. But obviously he has other priorities. Hearing through the grapevine... Ariana and Tatum are now a thing.

Yes, the same man who said he loves me is with someone else. Wow, I'm not surprised.

It did bother me at first. But over time I got numb about it. She'll fit him better than me.

"Michelle, you know... you are obviously keeping this baby. Don't you think you should tell Tatum?" Whitney said.

"Here we go, again!" I whined.

"What?  Because what I'm saying is the truth? He's the father of your baby. Like it or not he has the right to know" she said.

"Then why didn't you tell him when he came by?" I asked.

"Because it's not my place! You are the one who needs to tell him. I'm curious... once you have this baby and you bump into him... then what?" She asked.

"What do you mean? It'll be a whole year... he will probably assume I was with someone else" I said.

"Really Michelle? That doesn't even make sense. Whatever you do don't wait until this baby is born to tell him" she said.

"Whitney let me just show you... Tatum is a nazi. He only believes in one race! This baby will be mixed but I don't want him raising our child that way" I said.

Whitney sighed "look I get it. But the right thing to do is to at least tell him. Let him figure out if he wants to be around or not. But he can't say you never gave him that option".

Biting my lip cause she had a point "fine... whenever I see him I will tell him".

"Pinky swear" she said. Rolling my eyes I extended my arm to hook my pinky around hers.

Plus, since I've been doing online classes I highly doubt I'll bump into him. So I'm good.

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My latest craving has been danishes. The firstly bakes ones. There's only one place that would have them. "Whitney?! Can you go to the cafe and get two danishes?!".

"You have two feet. You can get it yourself" she said.

Damn.

"Please?!" I whined.

"Nope" she said.

Trying my best to just ignore this craving. But it's so hard when you can literally taste the danish on your tongue. I have to have it. Now I am showing but my hoodie can hide it.

Thank goodness it's cold here. Walking into the cafe I spotted Tatum at the register. Flipping my hair "two danishes please".

He smiled "Michelle? I haven't seen you in months. You look good".

"The danishes..." I said.

He slowly went to grab them and place it in the bag. Hmm I should tell him... but I feel like this isn't the place.

"That'll be eleven dollars" he said.

Handing him exact change I took the paper bag from his grasp. But he didn't let go. "I miss you".

"Yeah, right... how's ariana?" I smirked.

He nodded "she's fine".

"Good tell her I said hello" I said.

Nothing else was said. I turned around with my danishes and was about to walk out the door "Michelle wait?!".

He stood there with his hand on the door "Ariana and I aren't together".

"Sure... can you move your arm so I can leave?" I asked.  He eyed me closely... but he did what I asked. Whitney came opening the door "oh look who it is... umm did you tell him.."

"Tell me what?" He asked looking confused.

I turned to Whitney pleading with her with my eyes but that didn't work "go ahead tell him".

I sighed "Tatum... I'm... pregnant".

He had a delayed reaction to the news cause he blinked at a few times before speaking "say what?".

"She's pregnant as if you couldn't tell" Whitney said.

"Wait? You knew you were pregnant and you're just now telling me?" He asked.

"You're lucky I even told you" I said.

Whitney face palmed herself "Jesus.."

"Wow, Michelle so it's like that now?" He asked.

I shrugged "there you go. I told him. Happy?". Leaving them both there I went to eat my danishes.