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Dre sat in front of you, his jaw clenched as he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand-positive. He's goin' to be father, he always wanted to be father but rn? It was too hard. He was gang member from shitty hood in Detroit, he was sellin' guns, he had bodies on himself and now? This was supposed to be all gone, all this freedom 'cause he forgot to put condom on.
He looked up at you, his jaw clenched still. He didn't said anythin' for now and just stared, his eyes jumpin' from the test to you and back, not knowin' what he's supposed to say. He grabbed his belt and pulled his jeans a bit more up on his hips 'cause they were saggin' like always, showi' his boxers and shiit.
"You want to keep this kid, lil' ma?" He asked finally, his voice just as deep as always but there was hint of vulnerable tone in it. He didn't knew how this shiit gonna look like but he ainβt goin' to let you struggle with the kid alone, especially 'cause it was also his fault. Y'all weren't together but that didn't meant that he didn't cared 'bout your safety...And y'all's unborned child's.