Page 32 of I Don't Want You Back

She felt Roman’s entire body stiffen before he moved away from her and sat up straight in the bed.

“What?” Roman asked, just to be clear.

“We’re having a baby,” Malia said as she sat up and smiled at him.

“The fuck is you smiling for? I thought you were on the pill Malia,” Roman pointed out.

“I am, but it’s not like we use protection. Things happen Roman,” Malia noted.

“So what? I always pull out!” Roman yelled.

“You sound like a damn fool. Aside from teenage boys, who still uses the pullout method?” Malia questioned.

“Man, fuck! You must not have been taking your pills like you should have. Over a year of us doing the same thing and you just so happen to pop up pregnant.”

“You act like I did it by myself,” Malia said, ignoring what he said about her missing pills.

She hadn’t taken her pills in two months, but she always took one out of the container as if she did. She wanted to cover her tracks, just in case Roman wanted to check up on her. Roman was adamant about not wanting kids, but he was great with her boys. She knew that if he had one of his own, he would see just how beautiful fatherhood could be.

“How far along are you?” Roman asked as he paced back and forth in their bedroom.

“Six weeks,” Malia answered, happy that he seemed to be interested.

Roman walked into the closet and came out a few minutes later. Malia was a nervous wreck when she saw him walking over to her.

“Get rid of it!” Roman barked as he threw some money on the bed.

“What?” Malia asked as her heart fell in her chest.

“You heard me. Get rid of it before I pay some bitches in the hood to get rid of it for you,” he threatened.

“You’re threatening to kill your own child,” Malia gasped in horror. Roman could be cold, but she didn’t think he could be that cruel.

“You know I don’t want kids and you knew that from the start. You don’t even take care of the ones you have. Why the fuck would I want to have another one with you? You left your kids to be with another nigga. Even if I did want kids I wouldn’t want your ass to be the mama,” Roman admitted, making her heart break into a million pieces.

“Where are you going?” Malia asked when she saw him putting on clothes.

“Don’t worry about where I’m going. You just better handle your business. Don’t even think about playing with me, Malia,” Roman warned.

“You need to stay here, so we can discuss this Roman!” she yelled as she got up and blocked the bedroom door.

“Ain’t shit to discuss. Make an appointment and do what the fuck I said,” he replied.

He grabbed his keys and wallet and pushed her out of the way. Chad looked up at him in confusion when his brother walked out of the room fully dressed, with Malia chasing behind him. He thought Roman was in for the night, but something must have changed.

“What’s up bruh?” Chad asked as he began to put his shoes back on.

If his brother was leaving, there was no way that he was staying there with Malia’s pathetic ass. Chad frowned when he saw her standing there in nothing but a t-shirt, crying and begging his brother not to leave.

“Let’s go man,” Roman replied angrily.

“You want me to drive?” Chad asked him.

“Baby please, just hear me out,” Malia cried as she fell to her knees in desperation.

She was pulling at Roman’s leg, making a complete fool of herself. Malia had never experienced anything remotely close to that with Landon. He had always put her first and loved her unconditionally.

“Get the fuck off me!” Roman bellowed as he stepped over her and left her on the floor, screaming and crying.

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