Mesmerized By A Street King 2

by Belleza

  My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I felt Zayne’s eyes on me.

  “I can go pee. I have to take a piss anyway,” I grumbled.

  With him and the nurse's help, they eased me off the bed, and I held the back of my hospital gown so my cheeks would be showing. The nurse passed me the urine cup, and Zayne barged his way into the bathroom with me.

  “I can’t piss in peace?”

  “I’m only here to help you.”

  “You’re here to be nosey as hell,” I shot back grabbing up the gown and squatting over the toilet. I allowed some urine to pass and then caught the rest in the cup. Zayne took the cup from me and secured the lid while I wiped myself off and washed my hands after him.

  Once we emerged from the bathroom, the nurse took the cup and told us she was going to be back in about five minutes with the results.

  Even though she left time felt like it was going so slow.

  “How come you can’t remember your last period?” Mill asked, and I shrugged.

  “Shit happens.”

  “Sex happens,” she laughed, and I cracked up because we had tons of that. I got mine at least once a day. Who was keeping up with a period when you were waiting for your daily dose of dick? Not I!

  Three minutes passed before the doctor returned alone. In my head, the Jaws music was playing waiting for the verdict.

  “Well we got the results, and it was just as I suspected. Did you go running without eating? Are you keeping yourself hydrated?”

  “I guess, but what’s going on? What are the results?”

  “The test came back positive. Since you are unsure when you had your last menstrual we can get an ultrasound test done right away to estimate the due date.”

  The room got quiet, and I couldn’t open my mouth to respond because I was still digesting the fact that I was pregnant. Zayne and I used to be very careful but since becoming serious we were fucking like rabbits, and I can’t recall we always used protection.

  The doctor said congratulations and gave us directions to the floor to get the ultrasound done. I got dressed, and the nurse gave me my discharge papers from the emergency room and the script to get the ultrasound which was across the street from the hospital in a different building.

  When we got to the radiology department, I was called back right away. They gave me a bottle of water to drink to make sure my bladder was full, and I changed into another gown. Only one person was allowed in the room, so Mill waited in the family room, and Zayne came to the back with me.

  “How are you feeling?” he questioned me.

  “I’m in shock that’s all. How can I be a mother to anyone?”

  “Believe it or not you’re doing it already with Za’naa. She doesn’t call you mom, but you love and care for her as if she came out of you. Don’t let the small stuff break you because that’s my baby you’re carrying and trust me, I won’t let you fuck up.”

  I shot him a look, and he flashed a smile. He scooted the chair closer to the bed I was laying on and placed a hand on my stomach which was still flat. I didn’t know how that process went with pregnancy because I didn’t care to have kids.

  “It’s not rocket science, Keira,” he told me rubbing on my stomach.

  “I know but I ain’t trying to fuck up no one's life. That’s a whole human being I’m responsible for.”

  “So you saying you want an abortion?”

  “I’m saying, I am nervous,” I corrected him. Let it would’ve been anyone else I may have gotten the pill, said my prayers and called it a day but truth of the matter is, I loved Zayne and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him even if that consisted of us going back in forth he was still my heart. A baby was just the cherry on top of our love for each other.

  I don’t know why I had to wait so long, but the technician came in after over thirty minutes and introduced herself and started right away. She covered my lower half with a thick blanket, and I lifted my gown. She poured warm jelly on the probe and slid it across my lower abdomen right about my pubic hair line. I felt like I was going to burst with the amount of urine I had in my bladder. Just as I was about to say fuck the ultrasound, she turned the monitor towards me and pointed to the grayish-white blob that was in a black sac. I squinted my eyes trying to think of a real baby with two arms and two legs but what I saw resembled a gummy bear or chicken nugget.

  “There’s the baby, and right here is the yolk which will disappear in about another three weeks once the placenta replaces it.”

  “It’s ok?” I asked not know what to call the thing on the screen. I had a few drinks, so I was skeptical if there was a living baby in there.

  The technician laughed and pointed to the screen where there was a light pulse. “That’s the heartbeat. Your baby is healthy and according to the everything you are about eight weeks. I just have to send this over to my boss to look everything over.”

  “Oh wow,” I responded still not believing the nugget inside of me was a baby but hey, she had the degree right? She knew better than me.

  Once everything was confirmed, I was able to go use the bathroom, and we were on our way back to his house after we dropped Camille off and got Za’naa from their aunt’s daycare center.

  Zayne ordered us out Chinese takeout, and I got Za’naa ready for school the next day. For some reason, she didn’t want to leave us, so she was in bed watching the movie of her choice until she fell asleep.

  Having her snuggled up against me had me thinking about my pregnancy and the conversation I had with Zayne. Za’naa was practically grown and can basically do for herself, but a baby is another situation.

  When she fell asleep, Zayne took her to her room and returned back to the bedroom where it was now his turn to baby me. I melted into his chest, and his hand went right to my stomach as he pressed his lips against my forehead.

  “I told you, you got this mommy thing down pat.”

  “Maybe, but it’s easier with Za’naa. She’s six and doesn’t cry and have to get fed,” I joked. “But nah… maybe it won’t be as bad as I think it is. In a way I’m excited.”

  “That’s all that I wanted to hear,” he responded. “I respect you getting your bread and all but that shit dead now, you know that? You can work with Mill during the daytime, but that bottle girl shit is over.”

  I looked up at him and frowned. “But I’m not even showing Zayne!”

  “We not about to do this. Either the next inventory day your ass will be there, or you can find a hobby,” he said with finality kissing my lips.

  He had a point but I, of course, had to make him feel like him having his way wasn’t easy.

  NINA

  I stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief. How in the world could I be pregnant?! I got my depo shot faithfully and didn’t participate in unprotected sex. As I stared at the two lines Burge came to mind, and I got sick to my stomach thinking about the time we had sex, and he decided to wear a condom that didn’t fit his ding-a-ling.

  I was partly to blame because I knew I should’ve gone to the doctors to get checked out like I said I would. It’s been over a few weeks and so far no vaginal odors or itching, thank God, but I was waiting for that annoying red friend to resurface and got nothing.

  Frustrated, I snatched up the test and wrapped it in toilet paper before I threw it in my purse. I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom where I heard Burge speaking to who I assumed was someone from his crew. I wanted to get far away from him and call up the clinic to get rid of this problem.

  Just as I was about to leave out of his bedroom, I stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention Asahd’s name and I doubled back to listen.

  “Burge man, I’m trying to get this bread, but you know these niggas hanging off them niggas balls now. They ain’t trying to let me work and shit, and all this is over a bitch!”

  That caught my attention, and I eased out of the room to get a good look at whoever he was talking to.

  “Oh yeah! Dark skin sha
wty? She tried to get at my bro, and he was in his feelings about it and broke his jaw. I owe that nigga big time,” Burge said.

  “Word… so we got something in common?”

  “Definitely…”

  Burge stopped talking and then continued… “Listen tho, we can rap about this another time, I have company right now. Come around tomorrow, and we can talk business. Pretty soon, we won’t have to answer to nobody…”

  “Bet!” the guy responded and they shook hands.

  When I saw Burge walking him to the front door, I tiptoed back over to the bed and got my phone out pretending to be scrolling on my timeline.

  I heard the front door open and close and then his heavy footsteps coming to the bedroom. I glanced up at him nonchalantly as he stared at me from the threshold of his bedroom. I held my poker face as he must’ve been wondering how much of his conversation I heard.

  “What?” I asked with an eye roll.

  “Nothing. Let me get some, it’s been a minute.”

  The second he got within arm’s reach I held my hand out not wanting to be anywhere near him. He damn sure wasn’t fucking me. I wanted to rip his eyeballs out for now wanting to acknowledge his dick size.

  “My period is on,” I lied.

  “Oh naw, I’m good. I don’t fuck with blood.”

  I rolled my eyes again but was glad he wasn’t feeling bold and wanted to try new shit.

  He walked over to the bed and laid down and turned the TV on.

  “You spoke to ya man?”

  “I don’t have one.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right, he’s with that shawty now. How it feels to watch him scoop up that young jawn like that after you went so hard to be with him?”

  I never met someone that was so obsessed with another person, let alone a fucking man. Burge was fucking pathetic and had a point to prove which I still couldn’t understand because no matter how you put it, he will NEVER be Asahd.

  “What is it to you?”

  “I’m just saying. You play me for that nigga all the time and now he not fucking with you and now you over my crib all comfy and shit. I thought you hated my little ass apartment.”

  “I still do.”

  “Yeah a’ight. So what is it going to take for you to be mine again?”

  “That’s not happening, Burge.”

  “Why not? Asahd don’t want you.”

  “How about you get off Asahd’s dick! Every time I’m around you, that’s all you talk about.”

  Burge laughed and flipped through the channels on his TV. He obviously wanted to start shit with me.

  “Keep that same energy when he’s gone shawty.”

  Sucking my teeth, I rose from the bed and picked up my jacket. I had enough of Burge. His ego definitely didn’t match his dick size, but I wasn’t going to feed into that shit to make it ten times larger. He really thought he was somebody because he was getting a little bread and had a name for himself but I knew the real him. All that shining was just for show.

  ***

  Tired of Burge’s rant, I made my way to my cousin's crib to see what was up with her. Now that Asahd cut me out of his life I was bored. When I did have dates most of the time spent was thinking about him.

  I even went into work more days in hopes that he would be there, but Camille must’ve had a real strong hold on him because he was ghost. You could always find him up in Dynasty with ass in his face, and I shut that shit down. Now he was nowhere to be found, and no one even said anything about him with another female unless it was with her.

  That had me hot and questioning myself.

  What did she have that I didn’t?

  I was drop dead gorgeous. I wasn’t born with a curvaceous body, but I paid good money to make it look like I was born with the shape of a coke bottle.

  Camille was dark, she was slim with a little bit of ass and tries. Don’t get me wrong she was pretty, but she wasn’t me. Nothing was really exciting about her if you asked me, yet, she had him wrapped around her fingers.

  “You still ain’t have that baby?” I asked Shayla as I made my way into her house. I was shocked to see the same guy that left out of Burge’s crib. I only recognized him because he had them same exact clothes and sneaker as the man that left. I quickly put two and two together and realized this guy was Camille’s ex.

  He was a little cutie too, but I heard the conversation with Burge and his pockets were touching. As he left out, he tried to eye fuck me, but I kept staring right ahead. What good was a cute nigga if he was broke?

  “I’m ready to burst. I can’t wait to have this baby.”

  “How’s the court case going?” I asked cutting right to the chase.

  “It was thrown out. They said some bullshit and I ain’t feel like fighting it. When I drop my load, Ima just beat her ass. You know I ain’t no rat,” she waved me off, but I was confused because she made two different claims in one statement. Either she wasn’t a rat and decided not to go with the case or whoever she’s referring to dropped the case. With Shayla, you just never knew. The girl lied all the damn time.

  “So Camille ain’t going to jail?” I asked feeling my heart break a little because that was my hope to get Asahd back in my good graces. While she was gone sitting in someone cell, I could work my magic, and he would forget about the black bitch.

  “Fuck her. I got my child to worry about.”

  I sucked my teeth and stared at Shayla. She wasn’t telling me the truth, and I was going to go figure it out.

  “Where’s Kitty?”

  “Who knows we haven’t been kicking it all like that because she going around telling people I allowed her to get jumped.”

  “Did you?”

  “She got jumped, but what the fuck was I was supposed to do? I’m pregnant.”

  I just shook my head because I never heard Shayla speak of her pregnancy so much in her seven months of carrying the child.

  The more I sat around her all I could think about was Camille and Asahd. I eventually left and went back home where I made myself a strong drink and think of a way to get what I wanted. It was time for me to take this matter into my own hands because the longer I prolonged it, Asahd fell deeper for a girl he had no business in being with.

  As the liquor took over m,e I called his phone over and over again until I gave up. And then it hit me. If I couldn’t get him to stop fucking with her, I could surely get her to leave him alone. No one liked baby mama drama right? I couldn’t wait to go to Dynasty and tell her to her face her man, and I was starting a family. It wasn’t true, but it was worth a shot.

  JOHAN

  The timer was at ten seconds before the ball was passed to Jace. Jarod assisted in him driving the ball up to the three-point line by blocking an opponent.

  Jace shot the ball effortlessly into the air. Everyone was at the edge of their seats waiting to see if it would be an overtime game but just as the ball passed through the net the buzzer sounded and everyone that sat on our side jumped out of their seats.

  My boys were still undefeated. I was proud as hell because they were closer to the championship and holding down their title.

  Once everything calmed down, the teams shook hands and then proceeded to the locker rooms. Going to the basketball games were a time we all came together. My aunt and uncle never really got the chance to experience this with us because we chose to be up under Unc instead of spending time doing what kids did.

  We were deep and repping our squad. Since I was good with the coach, I made my way to the locker room to go get my sons and congratulate the team.

  They were all amped, and I loved the energy of seeing a group of young men passionate about something positive in their life.

  After brief conversations, we walked back to the gym where everyone was waiting.

  “Mom ain’t here?” Jace asked as we got closer to where everyone was seated.

  Since she departed, they asked for her, and I told them she was in New York. They were used to the trips she c
laim she took, so they didn’t question it after that. I guess now seeing that everyone was present but her it alarmed them. We didn’t have parental figures in our lives, and we always said no matter what our children will come first. She knew how they felt about basketball and I was sure she should know despite our situation it wouldn’t change how we parented.

  “Maybe she forgot,” I responded not even knowing why she ain’t come. Since leaving the hotel, there was no form of communication. Our sons had their own phone and as far as I knew she didn’t attempt to reach out to them.

  As usual, after a win, we all went out to eat, and I treated the family to a big meal. This time we went to the Cheesecake Factory and had a good ol’ time eating and enjoying each other’s company.

  It was going on eight by the time we made it back home and was surprised to see Tabitha sitting in the kitchen. I remained stoned-faced as the boys approached her.

  Even though they didn’t say much, I could tell they missed her. Even Joey was happy to see her. I went upstairs and allowed them to have their time together because it was long overdue.

  Two hours passed and I made my way back downstairs to set some things straight. There was no way she was going to think she could come and go as she pleased.

  She was downstairs staring at the paperwork I was certain she got days ago. I wasn’t wasting time with her and thought it was best I let shit go. She clearly wasn’t going to be here for our sons if she went all this time without seeing or speaking to them. I wasn’t going to risk my freedom for her and her life choices.

  “Are you serious Johan?” she asked once she realized I came back down the stairs holding up the divorce paperwork.

  “Very serious. You rather get a bullet to the head?”

  Her face dropped, and I held my stare. I was serious too. All the love I had for her was gone.

  “You could’ve given me time Johan,” she cried. “What if it’s something I don’t want?”