That bitch ass D.A. seemed extra determined to make Keisha's life a living hell.
A sudden surge of nausea sent her racing to the toilet inside the bathroom adjacent to her and Davonte's bedroom. She heaved several times in the toilet, her stomach contracting painfully.
When it was over she wiped at her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling weak all over.
She missed Zack. Missed him a lot. She still had no idea if he had sent those pictures or not, but she wanted to see him...to talk to him...to touch him. The image of his beautiful blue eyes came to her mind's eyes, feeling her with longing.
Another bout of nausea sent her crawling over to toilet to heave several more times.
While in the disgusting process, she heard shouting voices coming from downstairs. She had no clue what was going on, and for a moment, she worried that one of those crazy vigilantes had burst inside of her house to exact justice.
But several seconds later, a familiar voice was calling her name.
"Keisha!"
It was Zack. And it sounded as if he and Davonte were arguing. Keisha had no time to listen to what they were saying because she felt another heave coming along.
"Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you? Coming up into my house after what you did with my wife! Not to mention, all of them damn reporters waiting for you to show your pale face here, which is going to cause even more trouble for me and my family!"
"Keisha!" Zack yelled from somewhere outside her bedroom.
"I'm bout to show your wonder bread ass not to be fucking with any man's wife ever again!"
Keisha heard the sound of scuffling and more yells, but could not get up to go break up the fight. She felt so sick. It was terrible. Suddenly, her sickness seemed to hit her with a force of a freight train. It was so familiar...
That's because she knew what it was.
With a gasp, she stumbled to her feet, pulling the door open and falling unceremoniously into her bedroom floor.
Davonte had Zack by the shirt, pushed back on their bed, his fist poised inches away from his face, while Zack looked with longing at his lover trudging across the floor.
"Keisha!"
"Stop it Davonte," Keisha gasped weakly, crawling over to the bed. "Get away from him now."
"Why?" asked Davonte angrily, his face twisted into a hateful scowl. "This little white bastard ruined us. Ruined my family."
Nigga, you did that long before I even got us into this mess.
But Keisha was too weak to argue.
"It's over Davonte," she choked out, nausea threatening to overwhelm her. "We're through."
Davonte turned on her, his face stubbornly set. He had been defying her the whole three weeks about the divorce, saying that she had no clue about what was going to happen with her. She still might be going through a trial and going to jail so, he had said, so why would they put themselves through more hell with all that going on?
But Keisha did not care. She wanted Davonte out of her life, now more so than ever.
"Why Keisha? We already been through this. We ain't getting a divorce and we're going to work through our problems. We've been through too much to let some little horny cracker tear us apart."
"You'll be seeing it my way here soon," Keisha said with a weak shake of her head as she crawled onto the bed. She took Zack's hand into hers as he looked at her with longing, his body shaking like a leaf.
Davonte's face darkened with fury and he looked like he would jump into the bed and murder both her and Zack, but before he did, he managed to get out, "Why is that?"
Looking into Zack's beautiful blue eyes, Keisha suddenly felt unsure about everything...even what she was about to say.
"Because I'm pregnant."
Epilogue
Two years later...
"Come here Havanna!" Keisha called to her honey-colored baby girl. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Havanna was busy climbing on shoulder of the couch while her older brothers pounded fiercely on their joysticks, enthralled with their new video game.
Suddenly, Jamal let out a disgusted snort. "Ugh! It stanks so bad!"
"Yeah," Lamar agreed, dropping his controller and covering his nose with a sour frown. He tossed a disdainful glance over at his pale-faced sister. "Momma! Hava done dookied on herself!"
Sighing, Keisha scratched at her constricting, house arrest ankle bracelet, motioning to her little girl. She was too tired to get up from her seat at the kitchen table, having been on her feet all day.
And from that work out I got last night.
Keisha half-smiled.
"Havanna get over here so momma can change you," Keisha snapped.
Making nonsensical noises, Havanna finally obeyed and tumbled to the floor, giggling along the way. Then she unsteadily got to her feet and rushed over to her momma.
Keisha picked her baby up when she reached her, crinkling her nose at the awful smell.
"Your brothers are right Hava," Keisha choked, gazing into her baby girl's bright blue eyes. "You do stank. Bad."
Gently placing her daughter on the table, she grabbed the pink pack of diapers that sat nearby.
"Davonte is going to drop by soon to pick up the boys," a deep voice said behind her.
Turning abruptly, Keisha took in the image of twenty-year old Zack, leaning against the doorframe as he gazed at his daughter with love. He looked so good with his hair slicked back in his blue jeans and white t-shirt that Keisha almost forgot all of her legal woes.
"Is he?" Keisha went back to changing her daughter, holding in her breath.
Zack chuckled at Keisha's discomfort and took a step back...probably to get away from the pungent stench of his daughter's mess. "Yup. Said he'd be here in the next half-hour."
When Keisha was done changing her baby, Zack came over to pick her up, but Keisha raised a finger, saying, "Nuh uh, boy. Not just yet."
"What?" Zack protested.
Keisha nodded at the wrapped-up stinky load. "Take that mess outside."
And throw it into Holly's yard, Keisha thought jokingly.
With a sigh, Zack went over to grab his baby's wrapped up diaper, holding it carefully away from him. Then with an adorable smile directed at his giggling little girl, he said, "Daddy will be right back."
Keisha watched him walk out the front door, particularly watching his sexy ass.
It amazed her. She hadn't expected Zack to stick around after the trial and the ensuing legal troubles, but he had. She still did not think their relationship would last, given their more than a decade age gap, but she would enjoy it while she could.
But they had something that bonded them together, so they would always be a part of each other's lives no matter what happened.
Havanna had been an unexpected surprise...and had been the one thing that tipped the scales with Davonte. He had cursed her for humiliating him in such a public way; screwing one of her students, the whole lurid affair being spread over the news and then to top it all off, the baby announcement.
That was the one thing that nearly gave both of Zack's parents' strokes. The mayor had come to Keisha many times secretly, demanding that she get an abortion and keep everything quiet, but she had refused. She was not about to kill her baby for no one...even if that motha fucka was the mayor of the city.
Much to his parent's consternation, Zack had staunchly remained on Keisha's side in the matter, standing by her through thick and thin. Because of Zack's unwavering support, his parents had no choice but to go along with it.
But they had conditions.
Keisha was not to reveal who the baby's father was to no one, and in return the mayor would do everything in his power to make sure Keisha did not go to jail for her crimes, which is why she was still in her now paid-off house, on house arrest, instead of sitting in a jail cell.
"I'm back," said Zack popping in the doorway with a charming smile.
"Good," Keisha said, running a finger through her daughter's golden-blonde hair. "You
r baby was starting to get worried."
Rushing forward, Zack picked up his little girl into his arms, swinging her around while she giggled joyously. She really was daddy's little girl.
"She loves her daddy," Keisha murmured quietly, climbing to her feet. There was a pile of dishes in the sink that needed to be done, thanks to her boys and Zack's voracious eating habits.
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind by Zack, pulled into a group hug. "Not as much as I love you, though," Zack whispered in her ear.
Keisha giggled, tickled by his hot breath on her throat. "Boy please, in another two years you'll be looking at my old ass with disgust, screwing a chick that's around your age behind my back."
Zack's face twisted into a frown, hurt by such a suggestion. "I would never do such a thing."
Keisha gave him a kiss directly on his lips, not believing him for one second. "Prove me wrong then."
Passionately returning her kiss on the lips, this time with a little tongue action, Zack replied, "I will." Setting his baby down, he took Keisha into his muscled arms, gazing into her eyes. "You are all the woman I'll ever need." Then he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. "With your big ol' juicy ass."
The End
In the next installment of the Scandal series things get heated as a cousin of Keisha's finds herself in boiling, hot water. Keisha and Zack will deal with family issues, finding out whether they can co-exist after such a scandalous fair. And of course, a whole lot more Scandal!
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