Vanessa

Vanessa woke up early the next day so she could take care of her morning tummy troubles and took a shower. Malik had brought her clothes, so she didn’t have to raid Rylie’s closet anymore. She went to put some jeans on and grunted as she struggled to fasten the button on them. “Dammit, already?” she groaned and switched to leggings. “Looks like we’re going to be best friends for quite a while.” She said, patting her stomach.

She thought about her ultrasound from the night before. How Aaron couldn’t see a baby in there. But there was one. She was sure of it. Her intuition knew that she was indeed carrying Malik Cromwell’s baby. She wracked her brains trying to figure out how she was going to tell him. She would when everything was settled. One day at a time. One thing at a time. For now, her mission was to get Katrina’s gun from Rylie.