“Omg congrats meek meek,” Lani said, coming into the bathroom with us.
I was still huddled over the toilet seat. Afterwards, Kyla came in and congratulated me as well.
“And hoe, when were you going to tell us you were pregnant?” Lani asked Tisha.
“I was just about to tell y’all before Meek ran in the bathroom,” Tisha said.
I got myself together and went back to finish the rest of my food. I was going to tell Pat when I went to his house later on; I just hoped he would be excited about this.
“When did you find out that you were pregnant, because your ass didn’t say shit?” I asked Tisha once she came back inside the office. I noticed for like the past three weeks, Tisha’s ass had been acting weird, I just didn’t want to call her out on her shit, even though she be the first person to call somebody else out when they get to acting funny style.
“I found out like three weeks ago,” Tisha said, sitting back on the chair with me.
“And why your ass just now saying something, Tisha? You know we don’t even get down like that!” Ka’lani fussed.
“Because I been going through it, alright? Me and Otis not together right now. He not talking to me and I’m not talking to him–point blank period–and I don’t think we ever gon’ get back together to be honest,” Tisha said. I knew my girl very well, that’s why I knew that something was bothering her. Even though I been on my high horse lately, I was still aware of the actions of my loved ones around me, and I knew Tisha’s ass was going through the motions.
I guess we could all sense that Tisha didn’t want to talk about her situation, so we all decided to drop the conversation and talk about something different. For the reminder of work, all I could think about was the fact that I had been caught slipping and fucked around and got my ass pregnant.
Tamika
I called Pat to let him know that I had just left the salon, and that I was on my way to his house to talk to him about something important. He told me that he was still in the studio and that he might be there for a while, so for me to come over there. Being as though their studio, Hip Hop Record$, was in downtown Miami, I had like a 30-minute ride ahead of me. I could have easily went to his house and waited for him, but I was ready to get this off my chest now. I couldn’t go another hour without telling him what was up.
At exactly 8:15 p.m., I was pulling up to the studio. I walked in and I was amazed at how nice Pat and Cevon had the place decked out. The walls were a nice cherry red with black as well. The couches that were set up in the front lobby area were black as well. I knew black and read were Pat’s favorite colors, but damn! Hanging on the wall were plaques of his artist and the awards that they won. This was my first time actually coming down to the studio, and it was real nice.
I walked down to the room where I heard the music coming from. When I looked through, it was nothing but niggas in there, and for some reason I was scared as fuck to go inside of the studio with them. I’ve always been scared to walk into a room full of niggas. I looked and my eyes automatically connected with Pat’s. A huge smile spread on his face, and he waved me over with his hand.
As soon as I stepped inside, I was hit automatically with the smell of weed. All his niggas started staring at me and damn near drooling when I walked through the door, making me feel every bit of uncomfortable.
“Alright, you motha fuckas can put your tongues back in your mouth, that’s all me,” Pat told them, dead ass serious while pulling me down in his lap as soon as I reached him.
I already knew Cevon, so I gave him a smile and a wave. Everybody went back to working on beats and smoking and his artist, who was a look alike of the singer August Alsina, continued his thing in the booth.
“Baby, can we have a minute? I need to talk to you about something,” I let Pat know.
“Y’all niggas give me a minute, I need to talk to my girl right quick,” Pat said, dismissing them. I swear his ass was so damn bossy; I didn’t see how they dealt with his ass. I’m not even gon’ front, Pat tries to boss me around too, but I be getting right back with his ass.
After a few minutes, everybody was out the door and it was just Pat and I left in the room. I don’t know why but for some reason, I was nervous as hell and I’m guessing Pat noticed it, because when I started playing with my fingers, he smacked my hands so that I could tell him what was going on.
“Baby, I don’t know how you going to take this but for the past month, I’ve been staying at your house and in that month, we’ve had sex multiple times without protection. I’m on the pill but I had totally forgot about them, and earlier today when I was at the salon, I threw up. Baby I’m pregnant,” I said, finally able to breathe now.
“I noticed that ass has gotten a little fatter when you walked in here wearing these tight ass jeans,” he said, laughing. Really? Out of all the other signs, he had to point out the fact that my ass had gotten fatter?
I punched him playfully in his arm and told him to shut up. I wasn’t even showing yet, and if my ass was getting fatter, it was because of him.
“But for real baby, tell me how you feel,” I said, kissing him on the lips.
“Shit, a nigga is on cloud nine right now. I’m happy as fuck,” he said, pulling me in and kissing my neck.
“You know this mean you got to move in with me,” he said, looking me dead in the eyes.
“Why I can’t stay at my house?” I said, not knowing if I was ready to move in with Pat already.
“Because I want my baby mama home with me. I want to be a part of this pregnancy the whole way. I don’t want to miss shit. Ain’t no way I’m going to have my baby mama staying at home by herself and not with me,” he said, and I could kind of understand what he was trying to say. I gave him a quick roll of the eyes. For some reason I was mad, and I think it was because he just called me his baby mama. I didn’t want to be that; I wanted to be this man’s wife one day.
“What’s up with the attitude?” Pat asked. I swear this nigga didn’t miss shit.
“Nothing,” I said as I attempted to get up from his lap.
“Man Tamika, what the fuck is wrong with you? You might as well get over it, because your ass moving in with me. I’m coming over first thing in the morning to move all your shit, so you better start packing tonight,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
Right after that, his niggas came back in the room and that was my cue to get out. I was frustrated, so I knew that I was about to start crying soon and I didn’t need a crowd around to watch me do it, either. I kind of felt like things were about to start moving too fast. We haven’t even been together five months now, and I was already carrying this nigga’s baby and about to move in with him. I didn’t want to rush things, but I felt as if Pat wasn’t leaving me any choice but to do so. Honestly, I was scared. I was scared of jumping head first into this relationship, only for it to go downhill. I wanted to keep that spark that we had right now going on. Those little butterflies that I would get when I would see him, I didn’t want to mess that up right away.
Chapter 6: Pat
I was in here trying to get my girl and that attitude of hers straight when these niggas came back in the room. I guess we were taking too long and these niggas were trying to get back to the money. I knew Meek was mad, but for what? I don’t know, but I damn sure was about to find out. She stormed out of the room so quick that I didn’t even get a chance to tell her to wait. I don’t know what a nigga said but I was for damn sure happy about the pregnancy, so I don’t know why she tripping.
“What’s wrong with sis?” Cevon asked when he walked in the room. He came in after everybody else.
“I don’t know why, what happened?” I asked him.
“I saw her coming out the bathroom and she was crying,” Cevon said.
I quickly got up and headed to see if I could catch up to Tamika. I spotted her as she was about to walk out the door.
“Tamika wait!” I yelled, jogging and trying to catch up
with her ass.
She acted like she didn’t hear me and continued walking to her car. I had to take the time out to take in my girl’s body. She was the shit! Point blank period. The way she had that gap between her thighs as she walked and her tiny ass waist. Shit! I knew I was supposed to be trying to figure out what was wrong with her, but the way that light was shining on her body had my ass in a trance. You could look at her and tell that I was dickin her down every night. That shit was obvious as fuck by the way she walked and stood. That fuckin gap told her whole story. I might sound cocky as fuck, but that walk told that she was definitely fuckin. When I caught up to her, I pulled her up and sat her on the hood of her car. Even though it was dark outside, the lights were on and I was able to look into her eyes, and I knew that she had just been crying.
“What’s up meek, talk to me,” I said. This was my first time seeing Meek cry, because she always put up this tough guard when she was around me, like she was afraid of letting a nigga in or some shit.
“It’s just, I wanted to be married when the time came that I decided to have kids. I didn’t want to be nobody’s baby mama. We only been together for a little minute and I’m already pregnant,” she told me.
“Well let’s go get married then. Anything thing you want, we can do. Shit, I know I’m going to marry your ass anyways,” I said, dead ass serious. Not a single smile on my damn face.
She smiled and kissed me on my lips. I know it was kind of soon, but I loved this girl right here, and if me marrying her, made her happy, then that’s what I would do. Shit, I wanted to get married too.
“No baby, we can wait to get married,” Tamika said.
“Then quit it with all them fuckin tears then,” I told her, dead ass serious. I didn’t like the soft Tisha. I liked the shit-talking Tisha that I was used to seeing on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong, I knew she had feelings and I knew she was going to cry but damn, I didn’t like to see her like that at all. She started laughing, and I swear I loved those deep dimples. I helped her off the car and told her to head home and start packing. I couldn’t believe I was going to be a daddy! Shit, I was happy as fuck.
3 months later
Otis
It’s been three whole months since all this shit went down with Tisha and I. I done apologized to her ass so many times about the shit I told her that night, but her selfish ass wasn’t trying to hear a nigga. As of now, Tisha and I weren’t even in a relationship any more. Only relationship we had was the fact that we both had to be there to help raise our daughter. Her selfish ass wasn’t even staying at our house anymore, because she took it upon herself to move back into the apartment that she had before we even got together. Honestly, I didn’t even know her ass still had that damn apartment. I hated this whole co-parenting thing that we were doing, because I would rather come home to my daughter and my girl every night, but Tisha’s ass was not having that shit.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was just leaving the gym. Since I couldn’t look forward to coming home to a nice home cooked meal anymore, I decided to head over to Red Lobster to pick me up some food to go. I mean, a nigga could cook a lil something, but I wasn’t as good as Tisha. I missed her ass so much. After finding me a place to park, I headed over to the front, placed my order, and went outside to sit on the bench and wait the fifteen minutes that they told me. As I was sitting down waiting, I noticed an all-white Mercedes Benz pull up. I paid it no mind until I noticed Turquoise get from out of the driver’s seat. I watched on as she went in the back and a minute later, she was putting a beautiful baby girl on her hip. As she got closer, I couldn’t help but notice that the little girl looked exactly like my baby girl Harmony. She had her hazel eyes that bronze curly hair, and that same exact dimple in her left cheek as I did. The whole time Turquoise was out of the car doing whatever she was doing, she didn’t even notice me burning a hole through her with my eyes.
As soon as she stepped up on the sidewalk and our eyes connected, she looked as if she was about to shit bricks. That look alone made we wonder if the accusations that I was making in my head were true. I had to give it to Turquoise though, because she was a badass bitch. She was wearing a white, mid-thigh, spaghetti-strapped dress with a pair of gold gladiator sandals on her feet. She held onto the littles girl’s hand, with her oversized Louis Vuitton handbag on her shoulder. Her long hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and she was only wearing a little bit of makeup. She had little mama dressed nice as hell too. She looked adorable in her Gucci dress and sandals with her two long, pretty ponytails.
“What’s good Turquoise?” I asked, standing up and walking over to them. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me in the process.
“Otis, don’t disrespect me like that in front of my child. Call me by my name,” she told me, the whole time avoiding eye contact with a nigga, which was strange because I knew for a fact that she was confident in her damn self, so I couldn’t understand why she was trying to avoid looking me in my damn eyes.
“My bad Akira,” I said, referring to her by her real name. “But what’s good with you?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I’m just taking my baby out with me to have lunch since it’s her birthday today,” she said, smiling down at the little girl.
I looked down at the little girl and I swear it felt like I was looking into the eyes of an older version of Harmony. I swear that shit was crazy. “Happy birthday Princess,” I said to her, and she gave me a small smile showing off her dimple.
“Kira, let me holla at you for a minute,” I told her, because I needed to ask her something and I didn’t want to do it in front of the little girl. She looked at me with questionable eyes, and based the look that I gave her, she already knew I wasn’t about to play around with her ass.
“Tamia, go sit right there while Mommy talks to a friend, okay?” Akira said, looking down at the little girl, and she nodded her head and went to go sit down at the bench that I was sitting at before.
Once I noticed that Tamia was out of earshot, I went right in, “Where her daddy at?’
“Otis, why do you care to know the answer to that question? I’m not fuckin you, so therefore I don’t owe your ass no type of explanation! That has nothing to do with you,” she said, the whole time not even looking me in my damn eyes.
“Akira, do I look fuckin stupid to your ass? That little girl looks exactly like my fuckin daughter! If that’s my child, let me know that shit right now!” I said, getting into her face. She didn’t even say shit; she just stood there, looking at the ground.
“And if she is your daughter, then so what?” her dumb ass asked me.
“Bitch, then that means that I need to be a part of her life. You a foul ass bitch, I swear. How old is she?” I asked, pissed off.
“She just turned four today,” Akira let me know.
“Really Kira? Your ass waits four years to tell me that I had a fuckin daughter out here! Who the fuck does that?” I snapped.
“It’s not like I willingly told your ass the shit! You fuckin forced my hand. We been doing good all this time without you, and we sure as hell don’t need your fuckin help right now,” she said, letting me know.
“Ay, fuck you! I don’t got to be a part of your life, but if that’s my daughter then I damn sure want to be there for her, I done already missed four fuckin years,” I said.
“Why you saying if like it’s a possibility that she may not be yours. I know for a fact, four years ago, you were the only nigga that I wasfuckin. Don’t try and clown me like I’m some type of hoe or some shit. You just said that she looked exactly like your other daughter!” she snapped.
“It could be a coincidence. Meet me at the doctor tomorrow and bring her,” I said, walking away and going back inside to get my food.
I already knew that without a doubt, that little girl was mine. Even with me knowing it already, I still wanted to go to the doctor and have a DNA test done. I knew that I had to tell Tisha this shit. I already knew after the shit hit
the fan that she damn sure wasn’t going to want to fuck with a nigga after this. It’s not even like I fucked with Akira while I was fuckin Tisha or nothing like that, but Tisha would look at it that way and I know for a fact that what we had was done. It wasn’t no coming back from this, and I don’t think that I was getting my girl back anytime soon.
Chapter 7: Tisha
It was Memorial Day, and the guys were putting on a big ass cookout down at T Y Park, out in Hollywood. Lord knows I didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to be nowhere near Otis’s ass, but my girls damn near begged me to go and besides, I didn’t want to be in the house all day. Things between Otis and I haven’t been good at all. At first, he was calling my phone damn near every day, trying to find a way for us to get back together and then all of a sudden, the calls stopped. Now, the only time he would call me is when he wanted to talk to our daughter, or to say that he was on the way to get her or drop her back off. I’m not even going to lie, I missed Otis so much and I hated that I was going through this whole pregnancy without him by my side. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had moved on, because he damn sure wasn’t fuckin me. He didn’t even pay my ass any attention, and I couldn’t help but to feel as if he found somebody else. I guess I had really pushed him away this time.
It was now 4:30 p.m., and the cookout was set to start at 4. I didn’t want to get there early, because I was hoping by the time I got there that the sun would have went down a little bit. Shit, I was pregnant and I didn’t want to be sitting my ass up under the sun all afternoon. I got up out of my bed to go and get my daughter from out of her room. When I walked inside, I noticed that she was up from her nap.
“Hey baby,” I said, picking her up from her crib.
“Ma Ma,” Harmony cooed, reaching her little arms out for me to pick her up.
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