Anthony was shocked when Shayla told him I am pregnant with Iman. 😱 Full Sory Below👇

 Anthony was shocked when Shayla told him I am pregnant with Iman. 😱


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Shayla: Anthony… I need to tell you something.
Anthony:
 Why are you looking at me like that? What’s going on?
Shayla:
 Promise you won’t interrupt me.
Anthony:
 That’s never a good sign, but… fine. Go ahead.
Shayla:
 She’s pregnant.
Anthony:
 …
 What?
Shayla:
 She’s pregnant, Anthony.
Anthony:
 No.
 No, you’re joking. This is a joke, right?
Shayla:
 I wouldn’t joke about something like this.
Anthony:
 Pregnant… with who?
Shayla:
 With Iman.
Anthony:
 …
 Iman?!
 IMAN?!
Anthony:
 You mean that Iman? The one you said was “just a friend”?
Shayla:
 Anthony, calm down—
Anthony:
 Calm down?!
 You’re telling me she’s pregnant with Iman and you want me to calm down?!
Anthony (turning to you):
 Is this true?
You:
 …Yes.
Anthony:
 Wow.
 Just—wow.
Anthony:
 How long have you known?
You:
 A few weeks.
Anthony:
 And you’re only telling me now?
You:
 I didn’t know how. I was scared.
Anthony:
 Scared of what?
 Of me finding out I’m the last person to know?
Shayla:
 Anthony, she was overwhelmed. This isn’t easy for her either.
Anthony:
 I didn’t ask you.
Shayla:
 Don’t talk to me like that.
Anthony:
 Then don’t drop bombs in my life and expect me to be okay!
Anthony (to you):
 So… was this planned?
You:
 No. It wasn’t.
Anthony:
 But you’re keeping it.
You:
 Yes.
Anthony:
 Of course you are.
You:
 What’s that supposed to mean?
Anthony:
 It means you’ve already made a decision that changes everything.
You:
 This isn’t about you.
Anthony:
 It became about me the moment my name walked into this mess.
You:
 Iman is taking responsibility.
Anthony:
 Oh, that’s great. Fantastic.
 So where does that leave everyone else?
Shayla:
 Anthony… you’re hurt, I get it. But yelling isn’t helping.
Anthony:
 I’m not yelling.
 I’m trying to understand how my life flipped upside down in one sentence.
Anthony (softening, quieter):
 Are you okay though?
 Like… physically?
You:
 I am. Just tired.
Anthony:
 And emotionally?
You:
 That’s harder to answer.
Anthony:
 Yeah… I figured.
Anthony:
 Does Iman know?
You:
 Yes. He knows.
Anthony:
 And he’s happy?
You:
 He’s… trying to be strong.
Anthony:
 Must be nice.
Shayla:
 Anthony, whatever you’re feeling—you’re allowed to feel it.
 Just don’t turn it into something ugly.
Anthony:
 I don’t want ugly.
 I just didn’t expect this.
Anthony (looking at you):
 I need time.
You:
 I understand.
Anthony:
 This doesn’t mean I hate you.
You:
 I didn’t think it did.
Anthony:
 But I can’t pretend this doesn’t hurt.
You:
 I wouldn’t ask you to.
Anthony:
 Take care of yourself… and the baby.
You:
 I will.
Anthony:
 And Shayla?
Shayla:
 Yeah?
Anthony:
 Next time you have life-changing news like that…
 maybe don’t drop it like a grenade.
Shayla:
 Fair.
(Anthony walks away, still shaken. Shayla exhales.)
Shayla:
 That went… better than I expected.
You:
 Same.
 Still terrifying though.
Shayla:
 You’re not alone. Remember that.
You (placing a hand on your stomach):
 Yeah… I’m starting to realize that.
(Later that night. The house is quiet. Too quiet.)
Shayla:
 You sure you’re okay being alone right now?
You:
 I don’t think “okay” is the word… but I’ll survive.
Shayla:
 I’m a call away. Always.
You:
 I know. Thank you.
(Shayla leaves. The door clicks shut. You sit on the couch, hands resting on your stomach, breathing slowly.)
(A knock at the door.)
You (softly):
 …Who is it?
Anthony (from the other side):
 It’s me.
(You hesitate, then open the door.)
You:
 I thought you left.
Anthony:
 I did.
 Then I realized I wasn’t done.
You:
 With yelling?
Anthony:
 No.
 With being honest.
(He steps inside. Awkward silence.)
Anthony:
 I keep replaying it in my head.
 The way Shayla said it.
 The way you looked at me.
You:
 I didn’t want to hurt you.
Anthony:
 I know.
 That’s what makes it worse.
Anthony:
 I keep thinking… if you had told me sooner, would it have changed anything?
You:
 The baby would still exist.
Anthony:
 Yeah.
 But maybe I wouldn’t feel so… replaceable.
You:
 You were never replaceable.
Anthony:
 Then why do I feel like I blinked and lost everything?
You (voice breaking):
 Because life doesn’t ask permission.
(Anthony exhales sharply, rubbing his face.)
Anthony:
 Do you love him?
You:
 …Iman?
Anthony:
 Yes.
(Long pause.)
You:
 I care about him.
 But love right now feels complicated.
Anthony:
 And me?
You:
 You matter to me.
 You always have.
Anthony (quiet, raw):
 That’s not enough, is it?
You:
 I don’t know what “enough” looks like anymore.
Anthony:
 I was planning to tell you something tonight.
You:
 What?
Anthony:
 That I was ready.
 Ready to build something real with you.
(You swallow hard.)
You:
 Anthony…
Anthony:
 I know. Timing.
 It’s almost funny.
You:
 I never meant for this to destroy us.
Anthony:
 It didn’t destroy us.
 It just… chose a different ending.
(Another knock. Both of you freeze.)
Anthony:
 You expecting someone?
You:
 No.
(You open the door. It’s Iman.)
Iman:
 I need to talk to you.
(He notices Anthony.)
Iman:
 Oh.
Anthony:
 Yeah. Oh.
You:
 Iman… now’s not—
Iman:
 I know. But I’ve been pacing my apartment for two hours and I can’t breathe.
Anthony:
 Congratulations.
 That makes three of us.
Iman (firm):
 Look, I’m not here to fight.
Anthony:
 Good. Because I’m exhausted.
Iman:
 I just need to say this out loud.
 I’m not running.
 I don’t care how messy this is.
(He looks at you.)
Iman:
 You and the baby come first. Always.
Anthony (after a beat):
 Then don’t screw it up.
Iman:
 I won’t.
(Silence. Heavy. Real.)
Anthony (to you):
 I guess this is where I step back.
You:
 Anthony—
Anthony:
 No.
 Not because I don’t care…
 but because I care too much to stand in the middle of something that already exists.
(He walks to the door, pauses.)
Anthony:
 I hope one day this makes sense.
You:
 Me too.
(Anthony leaves. The door closes. Iman exhales.)
Iman:
 I’m sorry you had to go through that.
You:
 So am I.
Iman:
 I don’t have all the answers.
 But I’m here.
(You nod, eyes glossy.)
You:
 That’s all I can ask for.
(You place a hand on your stomach. Iman mirrors the gesture, hesitant but hopeful.)
Iman (softly):
 Hey… little one.
 We’re going to figure this out.
(You lean into him, unsure but not alone.)
END — but the story isn’t over.



                                   THE END

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