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“Javyous, I’m not pregnant.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because it’s my body.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I would know if I was pregnant considering that I already have kids?”
She was trying her hardest to sound convincing, but she was failing miserably. She knew just like I did that I was bussing in her every single chance that I got, plus she’d been sick as a mothafucka for a little minute.
“Then you shouldn’t have a problem taking it then.”
She glared at me for a few seconds before snatching it out of my hand and stomping into the bathroom. I ignored her attitude, took a seat on the bed, and checked my phone. My shithad been vibrating like a mothafucka, so I needed to see what was so important.
There were messages from my pops, Zach, and Dominique as well as some missed calls from a restricted number. I knew who it was and I wasn’t answering so they could let the shit go. I told them hoes that I wasn’t playing with them anymore, so that meant all conversation was ceased. I lifted my head to see Kehlani exiting the bathroom, so I slipped my phone into my pocket and reached to pull her into my lap.
“What did it say?”
“I didn’t look.” She shrugged.
“Why?”
“Because what if it really says I’m pregnant?”
I looked at her nutty ass like she was crazy. She was just sure that she wasn’t carrying my kid, now she was asking some “what if” shit. Her ass knew just like I did that she was probably pregnant. I hadn’t even considered it a possibility until Ms. Phyllis said something.
“Girl.” I chuckled and stood with her in my arms carrying her to the bathroom so that we could look. She tried to cover her eyes, but after placing her on her feet, I moved her hands. “Come on, we’re going to look together.”
She took a few breaths before lifting the stick for us to look at. It was really my first time actually seeing one, but I had a pretty good idea of what the two lines meant. A slow grin spread across my face as I stared at the stick.
“Say something,” she said, still eyeing the stick as well.
“What do you want me to say, baby?”
“Something.” She finally turned in my arms and looked up at me. “Are you mad?”
“Hell naw.” I playfully frowned. “I hope it’s two in there this time too.”
“Uh no, I don’t want to go through that again.”
“Through what?”
“The misery of carrying two kids. It was worth it because I got the best babies that I could have asked for, but nope, I don’t want to do that again.”
“Well regardless, I’m cool with one, two, three, or more. As long as they’re with you,” I admitted before peppering kisses along her face and down her neck.
“You mean that?” She moaned with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling.
“Yep, come on, let’s work on a sibling.”
I walked us back over to the bed, but she fought to get out of my hold.
“No, I need to go see the twins.” She laughed when she broke free and darted for the door. “We still need to talk about everything, so later, okay?”
I nodded before she left the room. Once I was alone, I fell back on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. I was happy as fuck about having a kid with Kehlani, but I still couldn’t help but to think what the fuck was I going to do with a baby?
Damn, a nigga was about to be a father.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kehlani
