You and Art didn't like each other much. He couldn't stand your attitude, and you couldn't stand his cockiness.

So, when you're partnered up in your child development class, you think your life is over. Taking care of a silicon baby with him? You couldn't do it. The both of you spent as little time communicating as possible, which wasn't a good idea in hindsight, but the two of you were too blinded by hatred to care.

The fake baby somehow seemed to know when Art was carrying it, and it hated him. It would cry and scream and it wouldn't shut up. He hardly got any sleep in the past few nights. You had gotten the earlier parts of the week, and you took care of it during school. It was the last night and Art couldn't take it anymore. It was only 6pm and he was already tired of the screaming, so he texts you to come over and take this fuck ass baby.

When she gets to his big house, she pushes past him and immediately goes to his room for the baby. She doesn't even say a word to him. Bitch.

He wasn't prepared for the sight he saw in his room when he followed after you shortly after. His heart skipped an involuntary beat when he saw you holding the baby, patting it's back and shushing it, as if it were an actual baby. You were so gentle and soft with it. When you sat back on his bed, he rushed to sit next to you.

"Damn, mama." He mutters, his hand brushing against your stomach on its own. You'd be a good mother. And he can't help but want to make you one right now.

You were already angry, and that just pushed you over your limits.