Momma's Pregnant

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read my stories in order of upload if you want them to make any sense lore/story wise. Each upload is a continuation of the last.)

Courtney had to tell Phillip that he wasn't the dad like she had promised her son she would, and it wasn't going to be easy. She would still have to work with him after all this but that's what happens when you shit where you eat, you eat shit. She had been growing distant with him and he noticed. She'd barely answered his messages and the only time he ever saw her anymore was at work, she barely even kissed him anymore so they definitely weren't having sex. Today he had asked to take her out after work and she agreed. Tonight she'd finally break the news.

Her pregnancy symptoms were becoming easier to manage but Phillip would still come in and check on her. Right now Courtney was closing up a call on her headset and Phillip came up behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. Her body was relaxed at first, but when she felt him touch her she tensed and Phillip felt it. He frowns but says nothing as she wraps up her call. He knew something was up, she was being so cold to him and he didn't know what he did wrong or how to fix it. Courtney hangs up then turns around in her swivel chair to face him.

"Hey." She adjusts the neck of her hoodie. Corey had marked her neck to hell, there were dark purple and red hickies all over the front and sides of her neck. She had used makeup to cover it up but she tried hiding her neck with clothes too to be safe, so far Phil hadn't noticed.

"Hey, was just checking in. You okay?" He wore a worried look on his face but tried to smile through it.

Courtney simply nods. "Mhm, all good."

He frowns again. "... Are we okay?" He already knew the answer, but he hadn't confronted her about their rift until right now.

She sinks further down into her seat, the guilt physically weighing her down. "Phil, can we talk about this later?" She looks at the time on her desktop. "Just two more hours, okay?" Phillip just stares at her for a moment and says nothing before walking off. Courtney turns back around then lays her head down on her desk. This was gonna suck, for both of them but especially for Phillip. Her dodging the question was basically all the heads up he needed that he was about to be dumped and with each passing minute he felt a deeper impending doom.

The work day finally ended and while the rest of their coworkers were happy to be off and head home, Courtney and Phillip had a dark cloud looming over both their heads. He waited for her near the building's entrance instead of by her cubicle like he usually did. Courtney had made sure to touch up on the makeup on her neck before leaving which made her the last one out of the office. Phillip puts his cigarette out then flicks it when she comes over.

"You ready?" He put his hands in his pockets. Courtney nods then they both head to their own cars and head off to the agreed upon diner. On the drive there, Courtney was rehearsing what she was going to say to him. She hoped doing this in public would keep it light. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were turning white. This was really gonna fucking suck.

They eventually both pull into the parking lot then head inside and sit at the nearest available booth. Phillip leans against his arm and taps his fingers on the table while looking over the menu. "Should we even order anything?" He looks up at her to see how she'd react.

Courtney looks down at her lap. "... Probably not, Phil..."

He sighs and before he could say anything else, a voice familiar to Courtney interrupts them. "Good evening, guys. Can I start you two off with anything to drink?" Camille smiles but she blinks twice when she realizes who she was waiting on. "Ms.Webber?" She was shocked and usually she'd be ecstatic, but she and Corey were still not talking. Corey had finally told his mom about their fight this morning, so Courtney also felt awkward.

She forces a polite smile. "Hey, love. I'm sorry, I forgot you worked here."

Camille smiles back but genuinely. "Don't apologize! There's nothing to be sorry for, I'll just- go get some waters." She leaves quicker than she came.

Phillip watches her go then looks back at Courtney. "Who was that?"

"My son's girlfriend or- ex girlfriend? I'm not exactly sure what they are right now." Her words trail off so Camille doesn't overhear.

Camille returns with the two cups of water and two straws, she then takes out her notepad. "Are you guys ready to order or do we need more time?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that something was going on between them, the tension was so thick she had to hold her breath.

Courtney nods. "We're good, hun. Just give us a bit." Camille nods back then clicks her pen and leaves them to it.

Phillip had already stuck his straw in and anxiously gulped down half his cup then cleared his throat. "I'm not exactly sure what we are right now either." He continued their conversation where they had left off.

His tone was cold and it made Courtney's stomach turn. "Phil-"

"Don't patronize me, Courtney." He half rolls his eyes. "Just get it over with."

She looks at him. If he really wanted it straight, then that's how it was gonna be. She felt the urge to bite at her nails but instead she popped her fingers then spoke. "It's not your baby."

Instantly, Phillip's world stopped spinning. He was expecting an 'it's over' or 'it's not working out', not being told he wasn't the father. He had been worried about what would happen between them as co-parents after the breakup, only for him to have not been a parent at all. He leans back in the booth and runs his hand through his thinning hair, still at a loss for words. Courtney sat there not moving, her whole body felt stiff except for her leg that she anxiously bounced. "So who is he?" A simple but loaded question.

"Nobody you know." She answers plainly and he scoffs.

"Well that fucking narrows it down." His eyes rolled again. "You were with him this whole time!? So what, was I the side piece??" His voice raised slightly and some people turned to look at them. He readjusts his volume and leans in closer so he doesn't have to speak so loud. "When were you gonna plan on telling me? You fucking-" He inhales deeply to compose himself. "You brought me to your appointments and had me sitting there thinking this was my kid like some kind of asshole!" His yelling was in a hushed tone but still pissed nonetheless.

"I'm telling you now." Phillip's anger was justified and there was nothing she could say to defend herself. "I'm sorry... Even if you don't want to hear it, I really am sorry, Phil. I was being selfish." She lowers her head. "I knew what I was doing was going to hurt you and I kept doing it anyway." Everything she had practiced in the car was useless now. She didn't expect or felt like she even deserved his forgiveness, but she was still truly remorseful. Despite this, her guilt didn't make up for anything.

Phillip angrily digs in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes out the sonogram he kept and slams it on the table. "Nice fucking hickie by the way, slut." He then storms out of the diner without looking back.

Courtney flinched at the impact on the table and quickly covered her neck with both hands, now being left alone in her shame. Camille had watched the whole thing from behind the counter. She frowns and reaches behind her to untie her apron then nudges the other waitress next to her. "Cover my section, I have to go."

"What?" Her coworker looked angry. "You're leaving? You got like three more hours left!"

Camille rushes to remove her apron and hangs it up on the rack then clocks out. "I'm sorry, I'll eat shit for it later but I have to go right now." Her coworker was still nagging her as she walked away and approached her boyfriend's mom. "Hey..." She kneels down next to her and gently touches her knee. "Come on, I'll drive you home." She grabs the photo off the table for her then helps Courtney out of the booth and walks her to her car.

Courtney tried to hide that she was crying even though it was obvious. Camille hands the sonogram back to her and in exchange takes Courtney's car keys. They both get into the car in silence and Camille drives off. She didn't know what to say or if she should say anything at all, and now she was going to have to face her boyfriend that she had been ignoring. She hears a metal box click and the flick of a lighter but she doesn't take her eyes off the road, then the car begins to smell of weed and fill with smoke. Tears were still streaming down her face as Courtney took a long drag then rolled down the window to blow it out.

Camille side-eyes her then finally speaks up. "You mind if I hit it?" Courtney takes another puff before passing it. Camille takes her hit then passes it back and exhales before speaking again. "So... breakup?"

"Breakup." Courtney wipes her nose with her sleeve and looks out the open window.

"... Congratulations on-" Camille pauses. "If you want the baby, I mean..."

Courtney chuckles. "Yeah, I want the baby." She rubs her free hand over her stomach then passes the joint back to Camille as they stop at a red light.

Camille takes another hit then exhales through her nose. "Does Corey know?"

"I told him yesterday." She clears her throat awkwardly. "Are you guys still-"

"I don't know." She doesn't even let Courtney finish her question. Looks like neither of them wanted to talk about Corey right now. They pull into the driveway and Camille parks. Courtney exits the car and expects Camille to follow but she only hands back her keys and stays put. "I'm gonna Uber back to my job to get my car."

"You didn't want to come inside?" Courtney felt bad, she was probably going to get into trouble for leaving in the middle of her shift just to take her home. "At least let one of us drive you back."

Camille awkwardly kicks the ground and looks at her phone then back at the house. She sighs and puts her phone back in her pocket to follow Courtney inside. It'd at least save her the money to get Corey to drive her back instead. They both enter the house and Corey was in his usual spot on the couch. He sits up eagerly to greet his mom and ask about how it went, but is completely caught off guard by his girlfriend being right beside her.

"Oh- hey..." He rubs his neck, a habit he picked up from his dad. He was about to say something else until he realized his mom had been crying. Her eyes were wet and puffy and her nose was red. As much as he was glad that loser Phillip was gone, he knew this would still upset her and he couldn't exactly comfort her right away with his girlfriend being here.

Courtney knew the two needed to talk this out so she'd get out of their way for now. She pinches Corey's cheek but her sad expression stays the same. "I think I'm gonna head to bed, hun." She then turns to Camille. "Thanks for the ride, love." She kisses Corey's forehead and slumps away to her bedroom to sulk.

"I'll be there in a minute." He reassures her as she leaves and he doesn't say anything else until her bedroom door closes. "You drop her off?"

Camille nods and puts her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, they came into my job and I saw the whole thing go down... Was kinda intense." The two may have been trying to keep it hushed but it was very obvious to the whole restaurant that they were fighting. Especially since Phillip hadn't bothered to whisper when he called her a slut, as if he wanted everyone to hear. It was a jab to make her feel humiliated like she had done to him.

"Shit..." Suddenly Corey wasn't feeling so good about making his mom go through that. He was too busy being spiteful and angry towards Phillip that he wasn't really thinking about what the aftermath might be.

Camille didn't know if telling him this would stir the pot or not, but she thought he should at least know. "He uh-" Her jaw clenches. "Sort of um, called your mom a slut in front of everybody... Not sort of, he did." She probably could have phrased that better.

She could tell by the sudden flare in Corey's eyes that it did in fact, stir the pot. "He fucking what?!" That fucking balding shrimp had the nerve to berate his mom like that? Corey could squash him like the roach he was, and he wanted to. He would have had a bigger reaction if Camille didn't look at him so uncomfortably.

She awkwardly looks at the door then back to him. "I um, kind of need a ride back to work... If that's okay." He sighs to calm himself down then snatches up his keys and she follows him out the door, keeping her distance.

Courtney had removed all her clothes but her underwear and bra, leaving her clothes thrown across her bed. She was currently in her bathroom kneeling over the sink and washing off the makeup on her neck. She was scrubbing herself excessively with a washcloth to the point that her skin was becoming raw, like she was trying to scrub off the hickies. Her crying blended in with the sound of the faucet running and suddenly she felt her mouth begin to fill with water and the anxious feeling in her stomach was about to come spilling out. She grips the counter with one hand and quickly moves her hair out of her face with the other as she pukes into the sink. It came out hot and burned her throat and through her nose.

Now that the pregnancy vomiting had started again, there was no stopping it until it was over. She kept going until there was nothing but spit and foam left in her to let out. She spits out what's left then washes out her mouth with the running water before shutting off the faucet and sliding down onto the floor. Courtney was physically and emotionally exhausted but the cold bathroom tile felt good on her skin. She continued to lie there for a while just staring up at the ceiling until she eventually decided she would take a bath and lie down there instead, and wash the spit out of her hair.

The drive back to Camille's job was awkward, she tried making conversation but Corey seemed to be in his own head for the most part. He wasn't just going to let that asshat get away with treating his mom like that so he was brainstorming on ideas. He didn't know where he lived and he didn't even know his last name, but he did know where he works and what his car looked like. Corey pulls into the diner's parking lot and Camille sits there for a moment before speaking up. "... Are we still fighting?" Camille was very unsure of their relationship right now and Corey genuinely couldn't care less.

He exhaustedly exhales through his nose and shrugs. "Camille... Just, right now- I can't focus on this." He looks at her with slight annoyance. "I gotta help out my mom and we're gonna be so far apart when I start school..." He rubs his neck and shakes his head. "I think it's time to just call it. I appreciate you helping my mom out tonight, but I really gotta get back to her."

Camille looked like she was about to cry but she couldn't protest to anything he just said. He was going to move away to college and probably meet so many other girls, and he had to be there for his mom while she was going through her pregnancy. She wanted to try to at least make this work, but it was obvious Corey would rather phone it in. She nods with a tight lipped fake smile. "I get it, that's more than fair... Thanks for the ride." She exits the car fast so Corey couldn't say anything back to her and she jogs back inside to her job.

He watched her go, but he didn't really feel anything. Now at least both Phillip and Camille weren't in the picture anymore. Corey whips his car back around and books it back home to be with his mom. He wouldn't tell her the plan he was cooking up, the less she knew the better. For now, comforting her was what was most important.

Courtney didn't stay in the bath for very long, all she wanted to do now was crawl into bed curl up into her blankets. She puts back on her hoodie since she was cold and then a pair of socks but that was it. The bed was nice and warm against her skin and she reached in her bedside drawer to grab another one of her half smoked joints to finish while she still had alone time. She scrolls on her phone while smoking and against her better judgement she opens up her messages with Phillip. There were no missed calls or unanswered texts and she wasn't expecting any either, but it still would have been nice at least. She began to type out 'I'm sorry' but the sound of the front door opening and closing makes her throw her phone into the drawer along with her joint.

Corey comes in, stumbling as he takes his shoes off to get into bed with her. "Hey..." She kicks off his shoe and crawls over to her. Courtney throws her arms around his neck and almost knocks him backwards then begins to weep again. Her son hugged her back tight and let her cry it out onto his shirt while stroking the top of her head to soothe her. "I don't know what I was expecting to happen... I'm sorry that I made you do that." He felt bad that she ended up getting hurt, but Phillip really wasn't the father and he needed to know that. "But now it's just us three, right?" He reaches down to touch her belly. "You, me." He lifts up her chin and kisses her. "And the baby." He carefully lies her down on her back and hovers over her while stroking her stomach. "Now we can start doing the baby stuff together. The appointments, the planning, all of it." He sounded eager to finally fill his role as the father.

And he was right, it did take some of the weight off her shoulders to finally get Phillip out of the picture. Courtney still felt guilty but she wanted to move on from it and focus on their family too. Phillip didn't matter anymore. Corey drags his hand from her stomach and up to her jaw to hold her face and look at her. "Why don't we go out tomorrow? We can look at some baby stuff and eat out at some place nice?"

A faint smile paints across his mother's face. She appreciated how much her son was trying to make her feel better, and it was working. She touches the side of his face in return while staring up at him with sweet eyes. "It's a date." She catches his lips with hers and closes her eyes. Corey leans into her and deepens their kiss. He could taste the pot on her breath but was used to it by now. His hand creeps down to her crotch and she flinches and gasps at his touch on her bare skin. He hadn't realized she wasn't wearing any underwear until he felt her.

Corey breaks their kiss and grins down at her, dragging his finger across her slit. "Speaking of eating out..." He slithers down into the bed sheets and drags his tongue down her thighs, causing his mom to shiver and shakily gasp. He kisses her mound and Courtney reaches down to play with his hair, he loved it when she did that. She feels his hot tongue lick her up from her asshole to her clit and she grips his hair tightly with a groaning moan. His mouth wraps all the way around her and he sucks while lapping his tongue over her entrance. Courtney grinds herself against his face and Corey grabs a hold of her legs to keep her steady.

She tasted like heaven. His mom's body was something to be worshipped, her body created him and now was creating his child and he couldn't love her more than he already did. He loved her more than a son ever could love his mother and more than a man could ever love a woman. Corey would do anything for her. He drinks her sticky fluid and spreads her apart with his fingers so his tongue could slip inside her. Her body shakes as she feels his tongue wriggle around her like a fish out of water. Her brain felt like it was short circuiting from the electricity he was sending throughout her body with each intentional movement. He knew what his momma liked and knew exactly what buttons to push to get the reaction he wanted, and right now all he wanted was for her to get her mind off of what had happened. So that meant he had to fuck her head empty.