( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hey guys. I'm back. lets get this shit fest started

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There's something about being betrayed. It changes you instantly. It changes everything around you. One day, you're laying in bed with the father of your child, discussing baby names and the next day, you find him in bed with your bestfriend. 

To think, if the baby was a girl, I was going to name her after that back stabbing cünt. 

It's been a little over a week since they moved out and Dylan hasn't been around as much. We would go on our morning walks, eat breakfast, and hang out until the other two woke up, but now, I was lucky to see him during dinner time. For the first time in a long time, I was alone. I sighed, I knew it was bad to let these things get to me, but I couldn't handle it. If it wasn't for my mother's constant text messages, reminding me to eat certain meals for pregnant women, I would only be eating a meal a day. 

I couldn't handle being in the same position that my father was in for so many years. 

I needed a hobby. Or a job. 

I sat up from my bed, with the greatest and dumbest idea yet. I'm the daughter of what used to be the highest paid actor and the one of the most iconic models of the 90's. I was Blue Ivy before Blue Ivy was Blue Ivy. I'm a legacy baby. I should have some sort of talent, right? But in this day in age, you can just make money off of looking...decent, but that wasn't me. 

But I didn't know who I was. 

I felt a slight cramp in my stomach and decided to put my thinking on hold. I looked at my stomach and smiled. "Are you hungry?" I felt another cramp. "I guess so." I started to walk out of my room when I felt a stronger cramp. "Jesus kid, you're killing me." I took a deep breath and tried to walk again but the cramps became so sharp that I had to take a seat on the floor. I let out a shaky breath as I touched my newly wet pants.

God Dammit.

Dylan's POV

I was fücking up. 

I knew separating myself from Kaylee was bad but I couldn't help but feel that what happened was my fault. I knew it wasn't but still. She needed her space, right? And with these feelings I had for her...I just needed to give both of us some space before I did something I would regret. I've been staying with my parents for the past few days, hoping to clear my mind. I watched my mother fold laundry as I ignored another one of Kaylee's calls. 

"Dylan, sweetheart?" I mother asked

I sat up, ready to help with anything. "Yes?"

"Please go home."

I grew confused. "What? Why?" She sighed and dropped the piece of clothing in her hands. 

"Because I like to walk around naked and I can't do that with my grown ass son here." I made a face. "And that girl keeps calling you, didn't you say she was pregnant?" My phone began to ring again as panic set in. Kaylee never calls me this much anyway. I picked up on the fifth ring. "Hello, is everything okay?"

"Uh, Hey." A voice that was too deep to be Kaylee's answered, Noah's, I guessed. "We have a problem."