A Trillion to One

by Chenell Parker

  “None of that matters right now Amore. Not fucking at all is the only way that you won’t get pregnant. None of that shit is foolproof,” Chanell pointed out.

  “Are you gonna have it?” Dallas asked her.

  “She doesn’t have a choice. She’s nine weeks pregnant and that baby has a heartbeat now. You try to get an abortion and you’re going right back to that gated community that you called home for three years,” Chanell warned her.

  “Yeah, the laws are all fucked up now,” Dallas replied.

  “Fuck all that. You just up and stopped talking to that man like he did something wrong. He has a right to know what’s going on. It’s fucked up that y’all are sitting here making decisions about a baby that he helped to create,” AJ argued.

  “I agree with AJ. You should tell him,” Chanell spoke up.

  “I just don’t want him to think that I was trying to trap him or nothing. I swear that’s not what I was trying to do,” Amore said.

  “You sound dumb as fuck right now. Paul Wall loves the ground you walk on. Didn’t you say that he wanted more kids?” Dallas asked.

  “Yeah but we never talked about when,” Amore replied.

  “That shit don’t even matter right now Amore. You’re having that man’s baby and he needs to know. Fuck everything else,” AJ fussed.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna tell him,” Amore replied as she stopped pacing and sat down.

  “Good, so can I have your apartment now?” Dallas asked.

  “Bitch, hell no. I told you that you can use it whenever I’m not there,” Amore replied.

  “You’re never there now. Robin Thicke is really gonna want you to stay there with him now that you’re pregnant,” Dallas noted.

  “Bitch! His muthafucking name is Trillion! Got that? Trillion!” Amore yelled.

  “Ugh, that baby got you being mean already.” Dallas frowned.

  “Don’t let Dallas stress you out cousin. That bitch got turned out by a Pakistani female pedophile,” Chanell replied as they all laughed.

  “I wonder where Azra’s sexy ass is at now,” Dallas replied.

  “I better not ever see that nasty bitch.” Chanell frowned.

  “Why not? Azra was good to us when we needed her,” Amore pointed out.

  “Yeah because the bitch was raping my little sister,” Chanell fumed.

  “I wish I could find her so she can rape me now,” Dallas sighed.

  “Your stupid ass didn’t even know that you were being violated. Dumb bitch just let anybody suck on her lil young twat,” Chanell fussed.

  “Leave that damn girl alone,” AJ said as he laughed at Chanell’s comments.

  “Maybe she’s on social media. Damn, I should have been thought about that. She’s probably on Instagram like everybody else,” Dallas said as she jumped up and grabbed her phone from the charger.

  “Can you give me a ride AJ?” Amore asked while getting up from the sofa.

  “Yeah cuz, I got you,” AJ replied as he got up to grab his keys.

  “I found her! Yes, bitch! I’m about to send her a message!” Dallas yelled excitedly.

  “Seriously? You really found her on Instagram?” Amore asked.

  “Yes bitch, look, that’s her.” Dallas smiled as she showed Amore her phone.

  “That sure is. Tell her that I said hi,” Amore replied.

  “And tell her that I said she can kiss my big black ass.” Chanell frowned.

  “You need to stop. Dallas was young but she wasn’t naïve. That bitch could have said no. She obviously wanted it just as much as Azra did,” Amore noted.

  “Duh bitch. I probably wanted it more than her,” Dallas replied as she typed away on her phone.

  “You ready to roll, Amore?” AJ asked.

  “Yeah, I’m ready,” Amore replied.

  “I’m coming too. I don’t want to sit here and listen to this dumb bitch talking to her rapist. And I don’t want that sex offender nowhere near my house,” Chanell fussed as they walked out of her apartment.

  “That’s fucked up bruh. You need to stop looking for her ass and let her be,” Jordon said to Trillion over the phone.

  “If ever I want your advice, I’ll ask for it,” Trillion replied as he laid on his sofa sulking.

  He was stressed out over his relationship with Amore and Jordon was starting to piss him off. Trillion talked to his father about what was going on and he’d obviously told Jackie. That was all it took for his business to travel throughout the entire family. That wasn’t like Amore to disappear like she did and everybody was worried. It was only Jordon who always had something negative to say. Trillion wasn’t in the mood for his unsolicited advice. Not only was he concerned about Amore but he wasn’t feeling good either. He had some kind of stomach bug and he had been throwing up since the night before. He had to call his stepmother to get Tristyn because he felt too bad to do anything for her. That still didn’t stop him from looking high and low for Amore though.

  “Three whole days though, bruh? That shit is foul,” Jordon said.

  “That shit with Leah probably got her feeling some type of way,” Trillion replied, trying to think of a reason why she would leave. Amore seemed okay that night and the night after that. Since they had the house to themselves, all they did was eat, sleep and fuck. Maybe seeing all the shit that was posted online started to get to her.

  Once again, he and Amore were the trending topic on social media. Somebody had posted the incident with cheaters online and it had been liked and shared over thirty thousand times. He and Amore even made the Shade Room but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Amore’s book sales more than doubled and Trillion found another way to capitalize off of his drama. It seemed that everybody thought it was hilarious when he told Leah to choke on a syphilis dick and die and they started using it as a hashtag. Trillion took it a step further and had some shirts, hats and other merchandise printed up to sell. It had only been a few days and he already had back orders.

  “She probably had that shit planned from day one. She waited until you got her book and her cousin’s business straight before she left though,” Jordon replied.

  “You sound dumb as fuck. Amore don’t even care about none of that stupid shit. It was me who had to push her to do anything. And don’t try to give me no advice on my girl or my relationship. You need to put some of that same energy into fixing your own life. The fuck I look like listening to another man who can’t even figure his own shit out,” Trillion barked angrily before hanging up in his cousin’s face.

  Jordon was good at what he did for Trillion’s business but he was too critical at times. He had his own issues and he was in no position to talk. He and Erica had been engaged since she was pregnant with their daughter and she had yet to set a date. Jazz had just turned four and they still weren’t even close to walking down the aisle. He was always trying to play therapist with other people’s lives and his shit was all fucked up.

  “Fuck it,” Trillion said as he forced himself to get up from the sofa.

  He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth and that made him feel a little better. He took two of the nausea pills that Jackie had given him and drank a ginger ale. Once he felt a little better, he grabbed his wallet and keys from the dresser and prepared to leave. He swore that he wasn’t going to look for Amore again but he knew that was easier said than done. Trillion got on the elevator with a million thoughts on his mind. When the elevator stopped in the lobby, the doors opened and Amore was standing there. She had his extra elevator key in her hand and she appeared to be on her way up.

  “Hey,” she said nervously as she shifted from one foot to the other.

  “Hey? Is that all that you have to say to me, Amore?” Trillion asked angrily.

  “Can we talk?” she asked while looking down at the floor.

  “I’m right here Amore. Look at me. What’s on the floor?” Trillion questioned.

  “Can we go upstairs and talk?” Amore asked again, looking directly
into his eyes that time.

  “Yeah, let’s do that,” Trillion replied as he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the elevator with him.

  The ride was silent but Amore felt his eyes on her the entire time. It was almost as if he could see right through her and she felt exposed. She had never felt that way with Trillion before and she didn’t know what was wrong with her. Amore didn’t really know how to deal with a functioning relationship because what she had with Viper was a disaster. If they had a problem, they would box it out and be fucking like porn stars later. Trillion was of a different breed and he liked to talk about everything. That was new to Amore but she was trying to adjust. She had never been afraid to lose someone before but she didn’t want to imagine what her life would be like without Trillion being in it. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Amore wanted to run back downstairs. She was nervous and she really didn’t know why.

  “Where’s Tristyn?” Amore asked, trying to make small talk. She sat down on the sofa and put her hands in her lap.

  “Nah, fuck that. Tristyn ain’t here and she’s not who we’re supposed to be talking about. What’s up with you, Amore? I asked you if you were okay after all that bullshit with Leah and you said that you were. If you were feeling some kind of way, all you had to do was talk to me, Love. Disappearing on each other is not what we do,” Trillion replied.

  “Fuck Leah! That shit with her wasn’t even that serious,” Amore said while waving him off.

  “Well, what’s the problem Amore? Did I do something?” Trillion asked.

  “Yeah, you did,” Amore answered, shocking him. From the moment that they made things official, Trillion worked overtime to be the man that he promised Amore he’d be. If he did do something wrong, he obviously wasn’t aware of it.

  “What did I do?” he asked, curious about what her answer would be.

  “You knocked me up,” Amore answered as she looked at him to gauge his reaction.

  “You’re pregnant?!” Trillion yelled excitedly.

  “Nine weeks,” Amore replied as she nodded in confirmation.

  “That’s why I’ve been feeling like shit for the past few days,” Trillion said, now that it made sense to him.

  “I know you said that you wanted more kids but you never said when. Be honest with me, Trillion. How do you really feel about it?” Amore asked nervously.

  “How do you think I feel? I’m happy as fuck!” Trillion said as he pulled her up and hugged her.

  “I’m sorry for staying away, but I was nervous about telling you,” Amore admitted as the weight of the world seemed to have lifted from her shoulders.

  “Nervous for what?” Trillion questioned.

  “You know how I am Trillion. I stress myself out more than anybody else ever can. I just didn’t want you to think that I was trying to trap you with a child,” Amore replied.

  “Trap me baby. Trap me three or four more times after this one drops,” he replied, making her laugh.

  “I don’t know about all that,” Amore said.

  “You can go ahead and give that apartment up. You’re never really there anyway,” Trillion noted.

  “Dallas had you right. She said that you were going to say that,” Amore smirked.

  “Hell yeah. I can’t miss a beat with this pregnancy. I wasn’t there when Tristyn was born but that was out of my control. I never went to doctor’s appointments or attended the baby shower. I feel like I’m getting a second chance and I’m grateful,” Trillion said.

  “I have to find a doctor,” Amore informed him.

  “Do you have health insurance Amore?” Trillion asked her.

  “No,” Amore answered as she lowered her head in embarrassment.

  “Don’t trip Love. I’ll just add you on to mine. You’ll have some by tomorrow,” Trillion assured her.

  “Can you do that?” Amore asked.

  “Do what?” he countered.

  “Add me to your insurance even though we’re not married?” Amore questioned.

  “Is that a proposal? If so, I accept.” Trillion winked.

  “Be serious Trillion,” Amore said while hitting his arm.

  “I am serious baby. I really do want to marry you but only when you’re ready. All you have to do is say when. But to answer your question, yes, I can add you to my insurance even though we’re not married. All they care about is the money,” he replied.

  “I guess we’re about to give people something else to talk about,” Amore chuckled sarcastically.

  “As if I give a fuck. They won’t have to look no further than my page because I’m posting everything. I’m going live for doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds and everything,” Trillion replied as he lifted her shirt and kissed her belly. Amore was forming a tiny little pouch but it wasn’t noticeable to anyone who didn’t know that she was expecting.

  “Yeah and you can be prepared for more baby mama drama,” she laughed.

  “Fuck Leah! Her nutty ass been calling me like crazy for me to bring Tristyn home. I meant what I said and my daughter is never going back to her. People are always saying that she’s unstable but I didn’t see it until the other night. I’m taking her ass to court if I have to,” Trillion swore.

  “You should,” Amore agreed.

  “I really gotta get on my shit and buy a house now,” Trillion said.

  “What’s wrong with this one?” Amore asked.

  “I don’t want to raise my kids in a penthouse. I want them to have a big ass backyard to run around in,” Trillion replied with a pained expression on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” Amore asked him.

  “I feel bad as fuck Love. I been throwing up like crazy and now I know why,” Trillion said as he laid down on the sofa.

  “I got a prescription for prenatal pills but I feel fine.” Amore shrugged.

  “That’s because the shit fell on me. I think I got couvade syndrome,” Trillion replied.

  “What the hell is that?” Amore frowned, making him laugh.

  “It’s basically when the baby’s father gets all the pregnancy symptoms instead of the mother,” he replied.

  “Well shit, that’s a good thing. Maybe I will give you a few more if you get all the symptoms instead of me,” Amore joked as she laid down next to him.

  “My baby is gonna be so happy. She’s been asking for a brother or sister.” Trillion smiled.

  “Oh shit! What about the DNA test? Did you ever get the results back?” Amore sat up and asked.

  “Yep but I already knew that she was mine. I don’t know what the fuck Abby be on,” Trillion replied.

  “Ole girl was probably cheating and she just assumed.” Amore shrugged.

  “I don’t know and I don’t care. I love you, baby,” Trillion said as he pulled her close.

  “I love you too.” Amore smiled as she kissed him.

  It took over twenty years, but Amore was finally happy with her life. Her second book was about to be published and she was expecting her first child. She knew that she and Trillion would have obstacles in their relationship but that was a part of life. She was ready for whatever and it felt good to have a man that truly had her back.

  “P regnant? Viper asked as he clenched his fist in anger.

  “Yep, three months and her man is happy as hell,” Ciara instigated.

  Viper was locked up two hours away from New Orleans but she made sure to visit him at least once a month. She was especially happy about that visit because she had a lot of tea to spill. She was shocked when she logged onto Instagram and saw that Trillion had made a video of his daughter announcing Amore’s pregnancy to all of his followers. She had on a t-shirt saying that she was a big sister to be. He posted an ultrasound picture of him and Amore’s baby and had a pregnancy tracker saying that they had six more months to go. Ciara was sure that they found out long before she hit the three month mark but maybe they chose to wait for whatever reason. Ciara also found out through Instagram that the two women who Amore came to her hou
se with were her cousins who were locked up. She was still pissed about the entire ordeal but not mad enough to do anything about it. She was too embarrassed to even tell anyone, especially Viper. He would kill her if he knew that she was the one who took all of their shit.

  “Her man?” Viper asked, shaking Ciara from her thoughts.

  “Yep and guess what?” Ciara smirked.

  “What?” Viper countered.

  “He’s a white boy,” she replied as she looked at him to see his reaction.

  “Get the fuck outta here,” Viper said as he doubled over with laughter.

  “What’s funny?” Ciara questioned.

  “Amore ain’t even into white dudes. She might be trying to make a quick come up but that’s about all there is to that. She’s a hood bitch and a white boy can’t do nothing for her,” Viper assured her.

  “Shit, that nigga is hood too,” Ciara replied.

  “What nigga? I thought you just said that he was a white boy,” Viper said.

  “He is but he’s from the hood too. White dude got money and he’s helping Amore get money too,” Ciara replied.

  “Get money how? Dude sell dope?” Viper asked.

  “Nah but he got long money. He’s a promotor,” Ciara answered.

  “A promotor?” Viper asked as he laughed again.

  “You laughing but I heard that dude was a millionaire,” Ciara said, wiping the smile from his face.

  “Nah, you can’t pay me to believe that he’s making millions off of promoting,” Viper replied skeptically.

  “He does more than that. He has his own line of merchandise too. He got champagne, shirts, hats and all kinds of other shit. Whatever he touches turns to gold. Amore writes books now and he’s the one who promotes them,” Ciara pointed out.

  “Books! Man, what the fuck is really going on out there? I gotta hurry up and get my ass up out of here. Amore must be losing her fucking mind. Getting pregnant for white boys and shit,” Viper fumed.