Chapter Seventeen

VANESSA'S POV

"I could've sworn we had pickles in here" I said confusedly, subconciously rubbing my stomach.

It was a Sunday afternoon when my bestfriends had decided that they could come and pester me. Valerie had went out.

After our fight on Friday night, we all met up on Saturday to make sure we were okay. But when we parted, I didn't know they planned to come here.

"Oh you did, now you don't" Mikey said whilst chewing on a pickle.

"MICAH!" I shouted frustrated, and mostly hungry.

I was hungrily frustrated.

"What?!" He asked surprise evident in his voice.

I watched the pickle fall out of his mouth and on to the floor. The sound of it slapping the floor echoed in my ears.

I dropped to my knees, sobbing quietly. "Oh Micah, why have you forsaken me?" I cried out emotionally.

My hormones were skyrocketing, I was craving those pickles. Before I got pregnant I used to hate them.

Damn asshole had to eat my pickles.

I spent the next 10 minutes crying over the floor pickle.

Not even a minut