"E.J., for the last time. Stop poking me." I said to the eyeless demon sitting next to me as he continued to poke my stomach.
"....Sorry." He replied
"How many you got in there?" he asked.
"Slendy said its just one."
"What is it?"
"Well I know that. I meant is it going to be a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know. I want it to be a surprise."
"Did you pick names yet?"
"When are gonna pick a name for it?"
"I don't know."
"Well you gotta pick one soon. It could come any day."
"E.J. I'm only six months. I got three more to go."
"Still, you never know."
"Ok Rake, I am getting really sick of this shit!" I yelled as I dodged another attack. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" he hissed at me. I kicked him the face, but he managed to scratch my leg. It didn't hurt much, but it still sung. "Just give up already! She's mine! And I'm not losing her to you!" We fought again. Every time I went out he would follow me and try to kill me. But he never gets close. I'm just glad he doesn't know (Name)'s pregnant. I'm scared me might try to kill my son. Ok, so I'm hoping it's a boy. But what guy doesn't want a son?
I'm finally able to punch his face. Knocking him out cold. I started heading home......wondering if leaving her with E.J. was such a good idea...