Page 43 of Chrome

“Get the fuck off me! Why would you shoot at me when I’m carrying yo’ baby, Chrome?” she screamed and tried her best to fight me off, but I wasn’t budging.

“I’m glad you understand who the fuck you pregnant for.” I brought her over to the staff and said, “Remember the face and take fuckin’ heed. Let’s go, Litty.”

“Nigga, me and Tarin got an appointment,” he said.

“Nigga, I can assure you we got a few minutes on our hands before twelve show. Let’s go,” I ordered. He grabbed up his girl and followed us out.

My grip never loosened around Fade’s arm as I physically drug her ass out the building. I warned her on several occasions not to fuckin’ play with me. I didn’t take too kind to threats, and she was threatening me with my child’s life at this point. If she wanted a nigga attention that bad, all she had to do was pick up the phone and talk. She made this shit complicated, not me.

“Let me go!” she argued.

She was pushed against the door of her jeep, and I was in her face just as soon as her back hit the door. Nothing about me said try me the way she’d been doing. She was supposed to be the more mature one in this relationship, but she’d been on nothing but childish ass games, and I was over it. I was so close to catching a case behind her ass I was ‘bout to blow a fuckin’ fuse.

“What the fuck you think you doing, Fade? Why you moving so goddamn foul?” I yelled. She’d turned her head and gave me her cheek the second I raised my voice.

“I could ask you the same thing. I mean damn, you showing yo’ ass like this behind that other bitch that’s having yo’ baby, too?”

“What? The fuck is you talking ‘bout. The only muthafucka good enough to have my child is you. I’m not dogging shit raw if it ain’t you.”

“Right and I’m supposed to believe you and that bitch from the party ain’t fuckin’ around. Look, she already gave me the run down and how she’s pregnant for you, too. I won’t play second to no bitch, especially a bitch that ain’t got shit on me,” she threw back.

Her and Rini must’ve had a run in other than my party. I didn’t know what the fuck that delusional bitch told Fade, but baby should’ve had enough sense to come and talk to me about it. I haven’t lied to her yet and telling her about an old bitch wasn’t shit. That hoe wanted me, but I was no longer available, and she knew it.

“You so fuckin’ dumb! A nigga told you he loved you, ain’t it? You think I’m ‘bout to deal with you and a hoe that would suck the next nigga dick while pregnant for somebody else? That wasn’t my baby she was carrying, and the stupid bitch got an abortion a few days before my birthday. All we had to do was talk and this shit could’ve been avoided, Fade.”

The sirens were getting closer the longer we stood there arguing. I couldn’t run from this one, so I willingly stayed put. I done went in them people establishment and showed my ass. I knew the consequences before I even left the crib, which was why I told Pops to get my bail money together. I would make the same decision a thousand times over behind her though. My fuckin’ child life was at stake. I was gon’ do whatever the fuck I had to, to save it.

“She said?—”

“What the fuck yo’ nigga say though? My words supposed to be trusted before anybody’s. I mean damn, Mama. Where the fuck do a nigga stand with you?” I had yet to pipe down. I wasstill on ten and slowly getting to the point of putting my hands on her. I was beyond pissed the fuck off.

“You weren’t supposed to bethis!” she shouted.

“What the fuck does that mean, Fade?”

“You weren’t supposed to be my weakness. You wasn’t supposed to be anything other than a fun time and now…”

Now she wanted to cry for a nigga. Her tears raced down her face as she realized all this back and forth bullshit was for nothing. I always knew who I wanted; it was her who needed to figure that shit out. I been on go from day one.

“Now what? Tell me what’s up.”

“Chrasmere, I don’t know?—”

“Yeah, I’m very fuckin’ aware that you don’t know shit when it comes to me and you but hear me when I say this. You gon’ have a nigga baby whether you want to or not. You gon’ marry a nigga whether the fuck you want to or not. And you gon’ be a happy fuckin’ camper in this bitch whether you want to or not. Now take yo’ ass home.”

Twelve finally pulled in and I kissed her lips. My mind was made up already and wasn’t shit changing. Fade was the end for me, and I would do whatever was necessary for her to realize it. That other nigga made her an option; she was a permanent fixture in my shit. I wasn’t giving her up and I wasn’t ‘bout to let her give up on us either. We were just getting started.

“I love you, Mama.”

I dropped my gun in her purse and backed up with my hands above my head wearing a smirk. I was cool on going to jail. Aunt Gina was gon’ handle shit when I touched down, so I didn’t have a worried bone in my body.

“Get down on the ground!” was yelled at my back from several officers. I followed orders and was cuffed up within seconds.

Fade didn’t move from the spot I left her in. Her waterworks had yet to slow up and as bad as I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t. I didn’t bother to look back because I knew I’d be a free nigga by nightfall. I was placed in the back of a unit and whisked away.

All my life I’d been afraid of loving a woman the way I loved Fade. I knew me and I knew the extent I’d go for mine. I tried my hardest to stay away from such a soul tie, but Fade had me wrapped around her finger. I would do any and everything for her. I watched my father crash out behind my mama the same way.

I was very aware of the addiction formed between us. Me staying away from her was like asking a fiend to stay away from the rock that surrounded them. It was easy to say but harder to do. Now that she was pregnant, it wasn’t shit her or my people could say to me to make me think clearly. I was crashing each and every time.

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