by Lucinda John
“Ump!” Lisa said one she walked inside the bathroom.
“Ump what?” I asked rinsing my mouth out.
“Bitches pregnant and shit but that ain’t none of my business,” she said before sipping her drink.
“I’m not pregnant.”
“Let EPT tell it,” she said and handed me a pregnancy test.
“I’m not about to take this test because I am not pregnant, so lets hurry up and get ready so we can go,” I snapped while undressing so that I could get in the shower.
“Damn yo ass hormonal already.”
“Shut up and get out,” I yelled over the running water.
As soon as I heard the door shut, I burst into tears. It was not that I didn’t like the thought of carrying Stacks’ baby. It was that I wasn’t sure who the father was. The night I slept with Joey, we had a slip up and then I came home and slept with Stacks, so there was a fifty, fifty chance that the baby I was carrying wasn’t Stacks.
I knew this would ruin our family, so to avoid confusion; I planned on getting rid of the baby all together if I was in fact pregnant.
After my shower, I wasn’t really in the partying mood anymore; I just went along with everything because I didn’t want to let Lisa down. Today was supposed to be a girl’s night out and I didn’t want to spoil the night plus I didn’t want her to think that I thought her accusations was true. Putting on my game face, I existed the bathroom and went inside the guestroom. Lisa was sitting on the bed waiting while smoking on a blunt as she waited for me. I grabbed the blunt from her and smoked it.
“I’m not keeping it if I am.”
“Is it for Joey?”
“Possibly.”
We sat there in silence passing a blunt back and forth. We were both in our feelings as we allowed our thoughts to take over us. Three blunts later, we got ready and headed out to the club. Tonight we were throwing it up at LIV; it was supposed to be a movie so it was a must that the two baddest bitches in Miami showed face.
The moment we hit the scene, the line for the club was wrapped around two blocks. It was so bad that Miami Dade Police Department was there taking people out of the line due to it being a fire hazard. There was no way in hell I was going to stand in line wearing these six thousand dollars Giuseppe Zanotti pumps. Lisa and I walked to the door and the red velvet rope opened up for us.
Taking a seat in our VIP section, we ordered our drinks and began to peep out the scene. Everybody that showed up came to dress to kill. Even the section 8 females were even killing the game in the outfits they bought from selling their babies’ foodstamps.
I was taking shots back to back when the DJ started spinning Bobby Shmurda’s new hit Bobby Bitch. The whole club went dumb. Not wanting to mix in with the crowd wearing all this ice on me, I decided to shake my ass in our VIP section. I was in love with Bobby ol sexy ass, so whenever I heard his music I got silly with it.
The DJ decided to slow it down and started playing Ciara’s Body Party. Holding onto the rail, I started grinding my hips. I was so high and a little tipsy that when I felt a pair of arms around my waist, I started grinding faster. I felt his dick starting to rise, so I bent over and started moving my hips like a snake.
“So, you just use me to catch your nut then disappear?” Joey whispered in my ears.
“It wasn’t even like that,” I said softly my words slurring.
“Then how was it?” he asked as I continued swaying my body to the beat of the music.
“I have a man.”
“A man?”
“Yes nigga you heard her. She have a man, so get the fuck off her for I put three in ya’ dome,” Stacks calmly said and leaned against the rail.
I instantly began to sober up hearing his voice. My heart started to beat fast and I could feel my palms begin to sweat. I felt the grip that Joey had around my waist loosen as he looked in Stacks’ eyes with shock written all over his face. It was as if he’d seen a ghost.
I pleaded with my eyes for Joey not to say anything that was going to send Stacks over the edge and have his body in a casket. Joey gave us one last look before walking away. I silently thanked the Lord as I exhaled the breath that I was holding in.
“You know dude?” Stacks asked me while looking me in the eyes.
“Yes,” I answered. I wanted so badly to lie, but I learned from past experiences that lying to Stacks wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
“Where you know him from?”
“We went on a few dates.”
“Was that all? Just a few dates?”
“Yeah, nothing serious,” I nervously answered.
“Did you have sex with him?”
“Does it matter? You we’re supposedly dead!”
“It don’t matter, but I still would like to know.”
“Yes.”
“How many times?”
“Two,” I answered praying that he was done asking me questions. He simply just nodded his head and walked away. I was no longer feeling the vibe, so Lisa and I left for the night. Anna was staying over our house because of the renovations being done to her house, so I decided to cool it over at Lisa’s house for the night.
By the time we reached Lisa’s house, my phone was dead, so I put it in the charger and went to use the bathroom. I looked over at the EPT test that Lisa left on the counter and decided to just get it over with.
Squatting over the stick, I peed on it and sat it under the sink. I didn’t want to risk Lisa barging in the bathroom and yelling at my results like she did the first time. Discarding the box, I went to the room and powered on my phone. My phone instantly began to light up with notifications as if it was the Fourth of July.
Scrolling through my messages, I had ten from Joey demanding that I give him an explanation, but none from Stacks. I thought that was very odd, so I called him to only get his voicemail. After attempting to call him with no avail, I threw my phone down on the bed. My phone then began ringing; I knew it wasn’t Stacks because his assigned ring tone didn’t play. Looking at the caller ID, I contemplated if I wanted to answer the phone or not. Taking a deep breath, I decided to face the music.
“Hello?”
“I really feel played.”
“Joey, let me explain.”
“I’m listening.”
Just as I was about to give him an explanation, the timer on my phone began buzzing; signaling that the results of the pregnancy test was in.
“Hold on one moment,” I said walking towards the bathroom to retrieve the test. I slowly counted to five before flipping it over and reading the results.
“Lala?!” I heard Joey call out to me from the other end of the phone, but all I could do was look at the test with tears in my eyes. He continued to yell out my name until I heard a female call out his name and then the line went dead.
I walked inside Lisa’s room and cuddled with her under the sheets. My body shook as I cried. I rubbed my belly and apologized to my unborn child for what I was about to do.
“You’re pregnant?” Lisa asked as she held me. I nodded my head and continued to cry.
Chapter 24
Joey
I was shocked to see that Stacks was actually alive and not dead. How was that possible? I didn’t know. If someone would have told me that he was alive, I would of looked at them the same way my father was looking at me now. But seeing him with my own two eyes was something totally different.
“So you’re trying to tell me that Stacks is alive?” my father asked me for the tenth time.
“Yes he is alive and well I seen him with my own two eyes,” I assured him.
“This is un-fucking-believable. Before I bring anything to the mayor, I need more proof,” he said before taking a sip of his black coffee. “How far are you on getting the information on Lisa?” Here we are in the middle of breaking the biggest case that the city of Miami has ever seen and he was worrying about Lisa.
“I have the P.I working on it for me.”
“Good. When you get
the information, I want you to present it to me immediately.”
“Yes sir.”
I was overwhelmed with the work that had to be done, but I was determined to bring Stacks down this time. I sent a text to the officer that I had tailing Lala to get her location so that I could take over watching her. He texted me the address to a woman’s clinic that was three blocks away form the station.
When I arrived to the clinic, Lala was getting in her car and pulling off. I waited until she was completely out of sight and went inside to see why she was visiting an abortion clinic.
“Hello, I’m Detective Armstrong and someone that I am investigating was a patient here and I was just wondering why,” I said to the front desk nurse and showed her my badge.
“Do you have a warrant?” she asked.
“No but…”
“Detective Armstrong, all of our information on our patients are confidential, unless you have a court order then there is nothing that I can tell you.”
“Not even if it came with a price?”
“Are you trying to bribe me detective?”
“No, I’m going to reward you for helping me out.”
She thought about it for a little bit before hitting the space bar on her computer.
“What is the name of the patient?”
“Lala Williams.”
I watched as she typed on the keyboard.
“She has an appointment with us for next week.”
“To do what?”
“Look around detective, you’re smart enough to figure that part out.”
“Thanks,” I said peeling three hundred dollar bills out of my wallet and handing them to her. She looked around before discreetly placing the money in her bra and went back to typing away on the keyboard.
Sitting in my car, I was able to put two and two together. Lala was pregnant with my child and she was trying to end the pregnancy because of Stacks. By the way she was looking at the club, I was able to conclude that he knew nothing about me, which led me to believe that he knew nothing about her pregnancy.
I thought back to the last time we had sex and how we didn’t use any protection. The thought of Lala having my child sucked out of her with a vacuum made my stomach turn. Although Ashley was pregnant with my child, I still felt uneasy having another one of my flesh and blood murdered.
I picked up my phone and called Lala, and like she had been doing for the past few days, I was sent to voicemail again. I was going to make her talk to me one way or another. It was my child too and I felt that I should have a say so on whether it lived or died.
ME: I know you’re pregnant with my child. I also know that you made an appointment at the Women’s Clinic. I’m assuming that the baby is not for this man that you all of a sudden have and that you’re trying to get rid of it before he finds out. Whatever the case maybe you need to find a way to contact me before I come for you.
I sent Lala a text letting her know that I was no longer playing these games with her anymore. My phone beeped and I smiled knowing that I was going to get her attention with that text.
Tapping on the message icon, it was a multimedia message with the information that I requested on Lisa. I clicked on the link so that I was able to download the file. While the file was downloading, I got a text from Ashley informing me that she was stuck at our son’s daycare with a flat tire. I placed the phone in the passenger’s seat and headed towards my son’s school.
It took me about fifteen minutes to make it to the daycare. When I finally did, I spotted Ashley leaning up against her car.
“Why didn’t you call Triple A?”
“I did, but they wouldn’t assist me because I didn’t have my card with me.”
“Didn’t I always tell you to leave your card in your wallet?”
“Joey, now is not the time to argue. It is hot as hell out here and I just want to go home and lay down. I’m going to go sit in your car,” she said and walked off before I could say anything.
I changed her tire in record timing. I noticed that her oil lights were on, so I went in the trunk and got the two bottles of oil that I left in there in case of an emergency. Filling up her car with oil, I went to put the half bottle of oil back in her trunk when I saw Jimmy’s card next to one of her Gucci pumps. I was confused as to why my brother’s card was in her trunk. Putting it in my pocket, I closed the trunk and went to my car to go and get her.
“You’re all set,” I said taking a seat in the driver’s side.
“Thank you, are you heading home?”
“I will in a little bit.”
“Ok, well see you later,” she said as she leaned over to give me a kiss.
I watched her get in her car and pulled off. Picking up the phone, I checked to see if Lala ever responded to any of my texts. She hadn’t, so I went to read the file I was sent, but for some reason the file was deleted. I tried to go back to the link to download it again, but it wouldn’t allow me to. Sending the P.I. a text, I told him to resend me the link. Resting my head against the headrest, my mind went back to the card that I found in Ashley’s truck. I dialed the number that was printed on the back of it.
You’ve reached Jimmy at J&R Private Investigations, sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a brief message with your name and number I’ll be sure to give you a call back.
I know I hadn’t spoken to my brother in a while, but the last time I spoke with him he was in the army not running a private investigation firm. I left him a voicemail saying that I would like to meet up with him. It was finally time that we sat and talked. I could probably use his help with the whole Lala and Stacks situation.
Chapter 25
Stacks
“Fuck me daddy!” Lala screamed as I pinned her legs back with my arms and started giving her deep strokes. I felt myself melting in her pussy with every thrust I made.
“Oh, damn!” I groaned feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter. Lala was known for having good pussy, but this what she had between her legs at the moment wasn’t just good pussy. It was that shoot a nigga in the head for looking at your bitch wrong type of pussy. The deeper I went, the wetter she got and the hotter her pussy became. Lala’s pregnant, I thought as I emptied my seeds in her.
“Damn, that was some good dick,” she said as she got up and headed toward the shower. “You joining me?”
“Nah, I’mma go get the kids ready for chilling with daddy day,” I replied while looking at her hips.
I knew I felt a little weight on her when she was riding my dick and her hips were really starting to spread. When she went and got in the shower to go handle her business, I got up and went to the office.
I walked over to her side and opened up her draw to pull out her calendar. Flipping through the pages, I was able to locate a red circle until I stopped at this month and there wasn’t any. I calculated when she could have gotten pregnant and it would have been the day that I came home, however, I remembered her coming home smelling like the next nigga.
I just stood there in disbelief as I tried to make myself believe that the baby Lala was carrying was mine until the red light that indicated that she had a voicemail on her office phone started beeping.
Hello Lala this China from the Women’s Clinic confirming your appointment for next week. I just wanted to let you know to not eat after midnight, to wear something comfortable, and to make sure you bring a driver with you. If you have any other questions feel free to give us a call back here at the clinic. Have a nice day.
The date on the voicemail indicated that her appointment was set for today. She knew she was pregnant and was on her way to abort the baby without telling me. Tears began to fall out of my eyes because the only reason she would be doing this behind my back was because in her heart she must have believed that the baby wasn’t mine. The thought of someone else entering her garden and placing seeds in it made me weak to the knees.
Hearing Amire cry, I got up and went to go tend to him. Picking up my son, I took him to their ba
throom so that I could change him and get him ready for our outing. I gave him a quick bath, dressed him in his Polo outfit, and made him a bottle.
When Amire was settled in his bouncer, Amiracle woke up crying. I took her to the bathroom got her cleaned up and dressed her in a pink Polo dress. I gave her a bottle and sat her in front of me, so that I could pull her hair out of her face. Taking the baby oil, I dabbed some in the palm of my hand and gently rubbed it in her hair. I used the brush to sweep all of her curly hair to the center of her head. Using the bow, I wrapped it up in a ponytail and placed a ribbon around it.
“Daddy got skills,” I cooed and kissed her on her chubby cheeks. She took the bottle out of her mouth a squealed in delight.
“What did you do to my baby hair?” Lala laughed as she entered the room. She was dressed like Plain Jane in a pair of sweats, white t-shirt, and white Air Forces.
“I fixed it up. Stop hating on my skills.”
“Hating boy bye!” she said waving me off.
I got up and placed baby girl next to Amire in her bouncer and turned on Yo Gabba Gabba to keep them occupied. I went downstairs to pack them some snacks for their baby bags.
“Ok, bae, I’m going over to Lisa’s you guys have fun and I’ll see y’all later,” Lala said before kissing me on the lips as she made her way to the door.
“If you go have that abortion, the kids and I will not be here when you come back,” I shouted out to her before she could open the door. I didn’t hear a response, but I knew she was standing there with a shocked expression on her face.
“You might as well come in here so that you can tell me the truth,” I said and grabbed the cooler for the kids’ milk.
“What is there to talk about?” she replied and took a seat at the bar.
“How about the fact that you failed to tell me that you was pregnant and that you made an appointment to terminate the pregnancy?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she whispered.
“How the fuck wouldn’t I understand, Lala, I’m your fucking man! I notice every fucking thing about you. I know your period like the back of my hand! I know when you run out of pads because I’m usually the one picking you up some with a pint of Cookie Dough ice cream! Try again, Lala, for real and this time watch what you say before I bust you in your fucking mouth!”
