It's Your Baby - Belén Domínguez (best books to read all time .txt) 📗

job. . .When I come here, all the drama and troubles I've had the entire day, disappear, and is replaced by love and calmness.

 

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“So” Dani started, trying to hold her excitement. “What did he say!?” we were currently in our favorite Coffee shop. I sipped on my coffee, the warm liquid was so soothing. Also, I was making Dani wait for my answer. I know, I'm mean, but seeing her freak out is quite amusing. I sipped on my coffee once more, making sounds with my mouth, trying to let her know how much I'm enjoying the taste. She glared at me and snatched the coffee out of my hands.

 

“Come on, Gwen. . .What did he say”

 

“I thought you hated him” I reminded her. She nodded quickly.

 

“Believe me, I do. . .But if he makes you happy, and he treats you right, then, well. . .I can accept him. But I will stand him just for Prom” she said crossing her arms across her chest. “After that, he'll be back on the Black List”

 

“So you're not taking him out of that list?” I asked.

 

She shook her head. “Never. He's only on hold until after Prom” she said. “Now tell me, what did he say!?”

“He said yes” I said, with a wide smile. She clapped her hands and nodded excitingly. Again, some people were giving her some looks.

 

“Yes! Finally, that jerk did something nice” she said happily. I glared at her, letting her know not to say those things about Finn. Of course, since we're best friends, with just one look we can tell each other everything. She sank back in her seat with an apologetic look on her face.

 

“Sorry” she mumbled. I nodded and then leaned my elbows on the table. I stared at my latte, lost in thought. A couple more minutes passed by before looking back at Dani.

 

“Now, what do we do?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

 

“Well, we already have our dates, now we have to go get our dresses”

 

“You know Prom is like a month away, right?”

 

“You know how fast time can fly, right?” she countered back. It is true though. Without me knowing, my little bump started growing every day, and now, it's so hard for me to sit down. People always staring at me, and bickering around. But I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't care, that I would just shrug it off and ignore it.

 

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“I hate everything” I stated as I got out of the dressing room. “Nothing fits me right” I stared at myself in the long-length mirror and frowned. “In fact, I look like a stack of potatoes” the dress I was wearing was pink and green—not a very nice combination that can actually look good in me—with a giant bow in the front. I wanted to puke all over again. Dani came from behind me, giving my shoulders a little squeeze. She chuckled and stared at my reflection. 

 

“We'll find the perfect dress; you'll see. . .”

 

“Your positive attitude can't seem to stop amazing me” I said.

 

“You always need to stay positive and make the best out of the situations” she replied hugging me from behind. I smiled, and turned around to be face to face with her. “We'll find your perfect dress, and it will be beautiful”

 

I nodded and we kept searching in other racks. Hours and hours literally passed by so fast you would hardly notice. But we weren't giving up. This is like the fifth store, I want that whole night to be perfect if Finn is going as my date, I want it to be special with him. . .

 

I always dreamed of this: going to Prom. Ever since I was a kid, Dani and I would talk about how our perfect Prom date, or the outfits, or the romantic evening. . .Everything planned out.

 

I want it to be special since I'm going with someone special, with someone that is obviously not embarrassed of being seen with a pregnant girl. He is amazing. . .

 

I was searching in one of the racks looking for a dress for me, since Dani already found hers like half an hour ago. Suddenly, I heard Dani's scream. How did I know it was from her? Easy. . .I got used to hearing it every day now for the past 9 years. And I couldn't love it even more.

 

“What's up?” I asked as she got closer to me.

 

“I. Found. Your. Perfect. Dress!” she said each word slowly and overly excited. I formed my mouth with an ‘o’, and motioned for her to lead the way.

 

She stopped abruptly, which made me crash with her back. “Sorry” I muttered and stood beside her, arms folded.

“There it is” she pointed at one of the racks, my mouth literally fell to the ground. It was the most beautiful dress ever. It was white, long, with some sparkling things in the top part. It had my name written all over it.

 

“And it's big enough to fit your stomach” Dani commented. I nodded in agreement and grabbed it from the rack. It was so pretty I couldn't stop staring at it.  “You should try it on”. I nodded and walked towards the dressing room. I unzipped it and slide it in. I stared at myself in the mirror in front of me and couldn't believe the beauty of this dress. It was big enough for my growing stomach, it was my type of style, it seemed like it was taken out from a fairy tale. I got out of the dressing room, and was met by the squealing and gasps of my dear best friend.

 

“You look beautiful, Gwen! Oh, my God” she said, clapping a little. I giggled, but nodded. "It was totally made for you”

 

“Where did you find it?”

 

“In the Pregnant section” she shrugged. “You should totally buy it”

 

“I-I don't know. . ." I said. "It might be too expensive”

 

“Come. On. Gwen, darling, this dress was totally made for you. And I can bet everyone in our school will drop their jaws at how beautiful you will look”

 

“Yeah, with this giant stomach” I said, caressing it. She smiled sympathetically at me and took a strand of my hair, putting it behind my ear.

 

“You overthink too much. Who cares if you're pregnant? Who has a say on what you do? You're a goddamn treasure and a very amazing person. . .Those assholes who aren't mature enough to comprehend what you're going through, are seriously not worth it. I'm with you, I'll always be there for you, I won't leave you. . .You're my best friend and true best friends will stick around. I'm telling you: I won't leave any time soon. So, you're stuck with me”

 

Those touching words are the most beautiful things I have ever heard. . .I wanted to cry, somehow I felt so emotional, but I refused; I wasn't going to cry in front of everyone in this store, that wouldn't look good at all.

 

“I love you Dani, thanks for being my best friend” I said and hugged her, she hugged me back.

 

“Thanks for always being there for me, G” she replied. 

 

We paid for our dresses and then decided to go and eat at McDonald's, planning on everything else we would need to make our Prom a night we wouldn't forget.

Chapter 42 - Giving Birth Lessons

Finn's P.O.V

 

“You're a douche” Cameron said.

 

“I'm beyond disappointed in you” Jack butted in.

 

“How could you, Finn?” Jacob said.

 

“You're pathetic” Shawn said.

 

We were all in the apartment's living room. I was lying on the couch when all of them stormed into the room, screaming at me. Yup, not only did Cameron told them, they read the awful tweets as well.

 

“Guys, come on. . .You need to understand” I said and sat up straight, all of them glaring at me. “This is my career I'm talking about. If they find out that I fathered a baby, I am beyond doomed”

 

“We get it, Finn, but that doesn't mean you have to be such an asshole with the mom of your baby. You need to take responsibility for what you've done. . .You're lucky she apparently hasn’t read those tweets, because I know she will be devastated” Cameron replied, sitting on the spot next to me. I rubbed at my face with both of my hands, letting go a long sigh. Is not like I wanted to do this, but this is my career, and I can't damage it. I thought nothing could go wrong if I had sex with Gwen, apparently I was wrong. She was supposed to be a one-time thing. . .She wasn't supposed to get pregnant. And I feel like everyone's against me.  “I see the way you look at her; it seems like you feel something. . .So why do you seem embarrassed of being seen with her?” Jack asked, crossing his arms across his chest. I looked at him, with a frown on my face.

 

“I would never be embarrassed of her" I replied, standing up from the couch. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a fresh water bottle, I took a sip. “She is amazing and very strong for going through something like this”

 

“Then why?” Shawn butted in. “Why would you do something like that? Those horrible tweets, have you seen what everyone have been saying?”

 

“Guys—”

 

“Finn, we know fame can be hard, especially for someone that is getting bigger every passing second. . .But, you also need to try to put yourself in her shoes. She's pregnant for God's sakes! With your baby. And I'm sorry, dude but. . .You have to take responsibility for your actions. You screwed up, do something about it. Don't hide behind a computer. That's what a coward does. And I know my best friend, you're not a coward" Cameron said. I know he's right, dammit I know it.

 

“Cam—”

 

“You can hide all you want; you can hide behind that shell of yours. . .But let me tell you something: Lying never ends well” he cut me off.

 

Dammit, Cameron, stop. . .I can't deal with all this now. “I-I have to go now. I promised on Twitter I would upload a new video” I said, scratching the back of my head. Shawn, Jack, and Jacob stared at me with one last glare before turning on their heels and leave. Cameron looked at me with disappointment.

 

“You know we're here for you, right?” he asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“I know, you will do the right thing” with one last look, he walked away and disappeared into his room. I grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and threw it across the room, I walked to the wall and punched it with all my strength. Yeah, not one of my best ideas. I screamed in pain, with multiple fuck's. Thank God Skyler is not here anymore; what kind of example would I be? Well, is clear I can't be a good role model after all of the past evens that had happened. God, I am such an idiot.

 

I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and started texting Gwen.

 

Me:

Hey gorgeous :)

I clicked ‘send’ and waited patiently for her reply. A lot of thoughts running through my head. What if she did read the tweets? What is she figured everything