My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  My Baby Is A West Coast King II

  By

  Shvonne Latrice

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Chapter One: Laine Loren

  “A while back, I mean not that long ago, but a couple weeks… a month and some change ago… I made a big mistake.”

  “A mistake?”

  “Yeah, I…”

  “Stop and tell me what kind of mistake you made,” I hissed when Mischief tried to kiss me. I couldn’t even move out of his lap because he was too strong.

  “I fucked this hoe, Laine, but she don’t mean anything to me. Stop! Chill!” he yelled when I tried to get out of his lap, pushing hard at his chest which felt like a metal door.

  “Let me go, nigga, because I’m about to sock you in the fucking face, I swear!” My leg bounced rapidly as I tried to hold back my tears. “Let me go!” I pushed on his hard, chiseled abs through his shirt.

  “Laine—”

  WHAM!

  I punched him in the nose, and even though blood dripped from it, he kept his hold on me, wearing a blank expression. What the fuck was he? A robot?

  “Laine, she was just a stripper bitch and I was high out of my damn mind. I love yo’ ass. I promise I won’t let nothing like this happen ever—”

  “Let me go, Shai, please,” I begged, realizing I couldn’t break loose from this big muthafucka. Only way I’d get free was if he let me.

  His phone suddenly chimed, and when I tried to reach for it, he attempted to stop me, which helped me break loose. Too bad he wasn’t quick enough, because I had his phone already.

  Brooke: You know this is your baby, Shai. We need to talk.

  Brooke? His little brother’s ex-girlfriend?

  “Give me my damn phone,” he snatched it from me, voice calm as ever. “Laine, come here.” He threw the phone down on the bed, not even bothering to look at the text, as he bolted after me once I grabbed my shoes and ran.

  “I hate you! You’re worse than Tarik!” I sobbed violently, not knowing what to be madder about, Brooke or the stripper.

  I’d almost made it to the door, but he grabbed me up and turned me to face him. His mug was balled up, as he glared down at me while I cried. I felt a liquid drip down from between my legs, and started to panic and worry as Mischief kept his hold on my biceps. When I saw it was blood, I’d reached my breaking point.

  “My baby!” I cried loudly.

  Looking down in horror, he asked with a trembling voice, “Baby, fuck, you were pregnant?”

  I couldn’t respond because too many emotions had taken over me. I’d just found out he’d cheated on me, he was possibly having a baby, and now I’d miscarried. The only thing I could do was cry as he scooped me up into his arms, slid his feet into some shoes, and then rushed me down and out of his apartment building to his car. He laid me across his back seat, and kissed my cheeks, which were drenched. I watched him dab his nose using his t-shirt, to stop it from bleeding.

  On the way to what I assumed to be the hospital, I did nothing but cry violently. This past year had been one of the worst as far as my personal life.

  “Baby, please stop crying, that shit is fucking me up,” he said, as he dipped through the dark streets. I wanted to curse his ass out for even saying anything, but I couldn’t.

  After a while, we finally came to a stop, and he hopped out to carry me again. Entering the hospital, he brought me to the front to explain my situation. I was slightly embarrassed for some reason, so I just buried my face into his chest, which smelled like fresh bergamot. That made me sob softly because I was gonna miss that now that he and I were over.

  “Okay, I need this paperwork—”

  “Fuck that paperwork! Get somebody out here to help her before I go back there and find someone myself! Don’t think I won’t!” Mischief barked at the nurse. I could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke. I didn’t quite hear what she said in response, but she must have agreed because he replied, “Yeah… hurry up.”

  I felt him kissing my temple as he whispered how much he loved me and told me how sorry he was, while still holding me bridal style. Fuck him.

  Only a few seconds later, he was placing me on a bed, and I was being wheeled to the back. Some sort of oxygen mask was placed over my face, and before I knew it, I was out.

  ***

  I woke up and saw the hospital room I was in, was slightly dim. I could see through the small opening in the blinds that it was still dark out, so it was obvious not many hours had passed. My body was in pain and my head was killing me, but I still wanted to sit up and look around.

  I spotted Mischief asleep in the chair next to my bed, wearing a blanket like it was a hoodie. He was so handsome to me, which I found to be odd since I was done with him. I thought my attraction to his whack ass would have fizzled like it did with Tarik, but nope. He was still as fine and rough as ever, even when he slept like a little baby.

  “Shit,” I mumbled, trying to get comfortable as I let my head fall against the pillow. Grabbing the remote in my bed, I pressed for a nurse to come because I wanted to know about my baby.

  “Yes, Ms. Loren?” a pretty young black chick came in smiling. She was speaking lowly, and I guess that was because it was nighttime.

  “What happened? I just bled and I-I don’t know anything. Can you tell me…”

  “Winona.”

  “Winona, please.”

  “Yes. Well, you did miscarry, Ms. Loren, and it appears to be due to stress. Your blood pressure was really high. Did something recently happen to upset or maybe scare you?”

  Yeah, that hoe ass nigga sitting right there, I wanted to say.

  “I’m just a very high strung person.”

  I nodded after I spoke, hoping the tears wouldn’t come down, but it was inevitable. I’d only recently found out about the baby, and even though I felt the timing was horrible, I was beginning to accept it. And now… it was gone.

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Winona hugged me as if she were so much older. She appeared to be only about twenty-seven years old. “It’s gonna be fine. On the bright side, your body is in great shape and you can definitely get pregnant again.”

  “Can I just have some water please, and some hot tea?” I pulled away and turned from her so I could wipe my tears. I decided to change the subject because I didn’t want to talk to her anymore, and I didn’t want to think about what had transpired some hours earlier.

  “Sure. Anything else?”

  I shook my head ‘no’.

  I cried softly while she was gone, and once she brought me my two beverages and left, I broke down. It was more than just the baby, it was a combination of things. It seemed like ever since I could remember, I was always getting the short end of the stick. Ever since I was five years old where girls would make fun of me for not having a father, then to my mom getting a boyfriend who tried to rape me at eleven. It seemed to never end, and I was fucking tired of it. It made me want to become callous and cruel, because it seemed like those types of people always won. I didn’t know what I was gonna do, but I knew for sure that I was done with Shai Benjamin.

  As I cried into my palms, I felt
a strong hand rub my back. I kept my face covered for a few because I didn’t want to face him just yet, but after a few moments, I finally turned to look at him. His eyes were glazed and my blood was on his shirt. This was the first time I’d ever seen any other emotion besides anger in his face. He was sad, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d broken my heart and caused me to lose my child.

  “I don’t need you here,” I said, sniffling and straightening up.

  He sat down in the chair next to my bed after pulling it closer, and just stared at the side of my face for a little bit. His hands were clasped under his chin, with his elbows resting on his knees. I should have known I wouldn’t have been able to get rid of him so easily.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Doesn’t matter no—”

  “Why?” he quizzed again more sternly to let me know I needed to answer.

  “Same reason why you hadn’t told me about that stripper bitch.” When I glanced at him, his facial expression was blank, so I said, “I just found out a week ago. I needed time to process it myself before I told you.”

  “Is it okay?” he asked softly.

  “No!” The tears immediately began streaming my cheeks. “It’s not, because you fucking stressed me out you… ugh!” I growled, annoyed by the fact that I loved him so. “It’s gone and I guess that’s for the best.”

  “Why the fuck would our baby dying be for the best, Laine? I understand you’re mad, but you’re talking stupid as fuck right now.”

  “It’s for the best because now I don’t ever have to deal with you again.”

  It was quiet for a while, which kind of worried me. I didn’t know what he was thinking because I refused to look at him. Out the corner of my eye, I saw him rise to his feet and smoothly move closer to the bed.

  Leaning down so that he was right in my face, he asked, “You don’t wanna deal with me no more?”

  He didn’t sound upset or sad like I’d wanted. He asked it as if he were wondering what I wanted from McDonald’s.

  “Nope.”

  “Look at me and tell me that.”

  I was hesitant for a bit. I was honestly thinking if I really wanted him gone forever. As badly as I wanted to take the easy road and forgive him, I couldn’t do that to myself. My grandmother always told me men were like children, and if you didn’t set any rules, they’d run all over you.

  I loved Mischief, but I’d endured too much in my life to be in a relationship with a man who didn’t value me enough to keep his dick in his pants. I could never see myself sleeping with another guy behind his back, which made me wonder how he was even able to do such a thing if he loved me. He didn’t think about me? Nothing in his head said to stop? Yeah, I was done.

  Turning slowly to face him, inhaling and exhaling softly and slowly, I said, “I don’t want to deal with you anymore, Shai. I loved you and I thought…” Tears started to come up. “No! Don’t touch me!” I roared when he attempted to console me. “I thought you loved me too. I was stupid enough to believe I’d come out here and found someone that was everything I’d hoped for. I actually believed that Tarik and I broke up because you and I were meant to be.” I laughed angrily at how long I’d been residing in fool’s paradise.

  “How do you know that we’re not?”

  Frowning up, I had to calm myself down so I wouldn’t slap him.

  “Because you cheated on me. If you loved me like I loved you, you wouldn’t have done me like that.”

  Shai “Mischief” Benjamin

  As fucked up as it may sound, I was hoping that we didn’t lose the baby because I knew it would tie me to Laine forever. I know y’all are used to bitches trapping niggas, but I was low key thinking about finding some way to pump another kid into her to make sure she would never be able to cut me off forever.

  I kept my eyes on her as she talked about why she could never be with a nigga again, and it was all bullshit to me. Yeah, I fucked another bitch, I get it. But what she didn’t understand was that she and I had different thought processes. Her fucking another nigga would most likely only happen if she had feelings for his ass. Me on the other hand, I didn’t give two fucks about that bitch back at Ace of Diamonds. I was high out of my mind and had pussy in my face, so I took it. That was the difference between niggas and bitches. Am I excusing the shit? Nah, because I know she’s hurt, but her saying I don’t love her as much because I fucked that hoe is incorrect.

  “So you can leave now,” she waved me off and laid back against her pillow.

  “I love you, Laine.” I leaned down in her face. She was trying her hardest to not look me in the eye, before tears spilled down her cheeks. “I fucked around and I’m sorry, I am. It was a mistake, a big ass one, but it won’t happen again. It hasn’t happened again.”

  “Once was enough, Shai.”

  “Well, I’m not about to leave you here by yourself after what happened.”

  She said nothing, so I moved my face closer to hers slowly, and pressed my lips against hers. She was frozen at first, but I kept going, sucking her lips and kissing her deeply until she finally reciprocated. My hand traveled up her hospital gown, enjoying the feeling of her soft thighs. As our kiss became hungrier, she stopped and turned her face away.

  “Is that where the condom from your wallet went?” she asked out of nowhere.

  Sucking my teeth, I exhaled heavily and stood up straight. She chuckled angrily, and wiped her mouth before reaching for some drink that was in a hot cup.

  “Oh, and your baby you have coming, congrats.”

  “Only baby I had was the one inside you.”

  “Whatever, nigga. Just leave.”

  I sat back down in the chair, and covered myself with the blanket since it was cold as fuck. We sat in silence until we both dozed off.

  ***

  The next evening…

  It was time to take Laine’s mean ass home since the nurse said she’d stopped bleeding. And even though she’d told me she didn’t want me to take her a million damn times by now, I hadn’t left. We weren’t breaking up, I didn’t care what she said.

  Once she was in the clothes I brought her from my crib, a nurse brought a wheelchair and we took her out.

  The ride to my spot on Alondra was a quiet one. I didn’t know what else to say to her, and she didn’t wanna talk to me. She was also pissed because I refused to take her to that model mansion. I never wanted her there in the first place for one, and secondly, I wanted to make sure she was good. I didn’t want her alone after that miscarriage because it was obvious she was still hella upset about it.

  “The nurse said some ginger ale would be good for you so I went to the store after picking your clothes up,” I said as she sat on my bed, frowning.

  “What do I have to do for you to take me home?”

  “Tell me you love me still and that we’re gonna work through this.” I leaned up against the doorframe.

  She tied her hair up into a ball on her head, and slid down so that she was lying on her side. My eyes danced over her perfect frame for a moment, and then I climbed into the bed behind her. Wrapping my arms around her body, I pulled her into my chest and kissed the back of her head.

  “I thought things were good between us,” she whispered.

  “They were, baby, they were. I just made a mistake. It was stupid as fuck, I know, but it doesn’t mean that I was unhappy with you or no shit like that. I love everything about you.” I kissed the nape of her neck. My hand rubbed up and down her stomach unintentionally. I guess expressing the fact that she had lost the baby was fucking with me. It was gone before I even knew it was here.

  She didn’t reply to me, only sniffled a little bit. I hugged her tighter into my chest, and craned my neck around to kiss her cheek lightly…

  I woke up a few hours later and immediately grabbed my phone to check the time. It was a quarter past ten at night, so I got up to change out of my street clothes. I kept my eyes on Laine sleeping peacefully, almost like I felt if I
looked away she would leave.

  I felt like shit, and a part of me wished I could go back in time and not even start up what we had. That’s not to say that I didn’t love her, and that I didn’t want to be with her, but if I had have stopped things before we both invested feelings, maybe shit wouldn’t be so fucking bad. Now, I loved her too much just to let her go, and it was obvious she loved me too much to make good on her word… so far.

  After changing, I walked over to Laine and lightly pushed her onto her back. Reaching up to the waistband of her tights, I gripped them along with her panties and started to move them downward. She stirred a little bit before flickering her eyes open as I tossed her bottoms onto the floor. I then removed her shirt and the pullover bra she had on, leaving her naked and lying there with a slight frown. It wasn’t an angry one, more like she was still delirious from being asleep and confused.

  “Relax,” I told her, placing her thighs onto my shoulders.

  My mouth was like a magnet to the pussy as I immediately started to suck on her clit. When I felt her small hand attempt to push my head away, I gripped both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed as I continued to devour her. Flicking my tongue over her hardening clit, I latched my mouth around it to suck hard as fuck. She was about to move away, but her body betrayed her so she gave in. Her thighs spread wider as they sat on my shoulders, just before she released.

  “Shai,” she whimpered, not having enough energy to say anything else.

  I kept my hold on her wrists, pressing them into the bed just in case she tried to break free again. I licked up every drop of her nectar, before diving back in and eating her up like it would be the last time.

  “Mmm, oh my gosh,” she shrieked, body stiffening up just before it relaxed from her exploding.

  Her smooth thighs began to subtly shake as I trailed my lips up her flat stomach, biting random areas. When I made it to her nipples, I toyed with her nipple rings while sucking. I still had her wrists in the possession of my hands, as her chest heaved up and down, still coming back from the two orgasms she’d achieved moments ago.