Every single morning a I throw up before doing anything, why is this child already trying to make my life hectic. I clutch onto the toilet for dear life puking out my guys. I hear Maya yawning as she walks in.

Maya: Are you okay? Do you need some water?

I nod weakly and she runs out to the kitchen. There's nothing else in my stomach to throw up so please, she hands me the water and I chug it like I've been marching through a desert.

She helps me pull myself together so I can wash my face and brush my teeth. Once I'm finally settled we sit at the kitchen table having tea.

Maya: So baby father number one and two took the news decently, what about number three?

I roll my eyes.

Me: I haven't seen him since the summer and the number I had for him doesn't work anymore.
Maya: Social media?
Me: Maybe.

She frowns.

Me: I haven't looked that hard for him because in all honestly I'm afraid. His personality is nowhere near the first two.
Maya: Oh well! He should've thought about that before he got you pregnant.
Me: Possibly got me pregnant.
Maya: Whatever!

I hear her bedroom door open and her boyfriend Mingi comes out stretching and yawning. They've been dating for a few years and he's literally became like a brother in law to me. He's the same age as Maya but he goes to my college for medical.

Mingi: I take it you're done touring coast to coast for your baby fathers?
Me: Shut up. I still have to talk to number three.

He lets out a low whistle.

Mingi: Maybe he heard from one and two so now he's on the run.
Maya: Is he friends with them?

I shake my head.

Me: None of them run in the same pack.
Mingi: Smart.
Me: I know right? But they all do go to our school. Haechan, Jungkook and..-

The sound of knocking interrupts.

Me: Are you going to answer that?
Mingi: This isn't my house.

I shove him on my way to open the door. Mark, my best-friend storms into the house. I know why he's upset because not only is he my best-friend he's also Haechan's best-friend.

Me: I can explain.
Mark: Three baby fathers!
Me: Welp, there's not much to explain now is it?

Mark: When were you going to tell me?
Me: After I told all of them.
Mark: Well did you?

I shake my head.

Me: Number three is hard to get in touch with these days.
Mark: Number three? It's like we're on code name kids next door.

I smile sheepishly. Seeing Mark upset is funny in a sense because the boy is goofy, he's never serious. The only other time he was this mad is when Haechan and I called it quits.

Mark: Are you keeping it?
Me: I don't know. That's for me and my peanut gallery to decide.

We sit down on the couch and he smiles sadly.

Mark: Are you okay?
Me: Morning sickness is a bitch but other than that I'm okay.
Mark: Mentally?
Me: Well you know me.
Mark: I do, and that's why I'm asking.
Me: I'm fine Mark.

He pulls me so I'm resting my head on his shoulder.

Mark: When Haechan called me I thought he was lying.
Me: I thought the doctor was lying.

We both laugh.

Mark: So I'm going to be an uncle huh?
Me: For sure!
Mark: What about school and work?
Me: I'm going to keep doing those until I can't nomore. If I do keep this baby then I'll need some serious money.

Serious money and the third mini bedroom that we use for storage will now be a nursery.

Mark: And your parents?

I internally scream.

Me: I can't tell them yet. They'll ask who am I pregnant by and once I name multiple names a flip flop will go upside my head! Or worse! The wooden spoon!

Mark has been my friend since kindergarten so he knows all about my mom and her wooden spoon. One time I tried to be slick and hide it, she used her dish rag instead.

Maya comes into the room with a weird smile.

Maya: H-hey little sister hey.

Oh God.

Maya: So that was dad.

Oh God!

Maya: He and mom wants to have dinner this Friday.

Fuck!

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she'll find her third baby daddy as soon as y'all decide 🤣