Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
King
Ithought I heard her right when she whispered, “We’re having a baby.”
For a second I figured maybe I imagined that shit. Maybe she was just talking crazy after I fucked her into pure exhaustion. The way she passed out beneath had me thinking her ass slipped into a coma.
I moved us to my bed, and had Layloni laid across my chest, my hands rested on her waist, I started noticing things I hadn’t paid attention to before. Her stomach pressed against me, firmer than I remembered.
My chest tightened. Fear crept inside of me.
How the hell was I supposed to handle this?
My mind was already spinning from everything that happened tonight. I had just admitted something I never said out loud to nobody before. I loved Layloni. That truth alone had me feeling exposed as hell.
Every time I looked at her, those feelings only got stronger. It was like something about her dug deeper into my chest every time our eyes met.
If Layloni had been any other woman… I would’ve let her die in that house with Prince. No hesitation.
I would’ve still handled that nigga eventually, but it wouldn’t have been urgent. I would’ve taken my time with it too, just so he understood it wasn’t about no woman. But Layloni wasn’t just any woman.
I loved her.
Now being in love? That was something different…
and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that kind of weight.
Love scared the hell out of me. Growing up I watched my parents love each other in a way most people never got to experience.
My father adored my mother, and she worshipped the ground he walked on.
That shit was beautiful to witness but watching him leave her behind in death… was something else entirely.
Even though my mom tried to move on, tried to smile and live her life… I knew the truth. A part of her died the day my father did.
They were soulmates.
After he passed, I never really thought about having a real relationship. Never thought about settling down or calling some woman my girl. Women had always been simple to me. They were an escape.
A simple release that I enjoyed.
I fucked them good, took them out sometimes, spent a little money, then sent them right back to whatever life they had before me. That wasn’t the case with Layloni. I found myself worrying about saying or doing the wrong thing. Then she loved to run from a nigga whenever shit got tough.
A baby changed everything including the dynamics between us.
A meant responsibility, it meant stepping the fuck up in ways I never had to before.
It also meant I would have to own my shit and do right by her whether I was ready or not.
It took two to tangle and I refused to bitch up and make her figure this shit out on her own.
Truth be told… a baby would make me marry her. Not because someone forced me, but because I’d want my child to grow up the same way I did, two parents in the house showing real love to each other.
I loved Layloni. But did I love her enough to do right for the long haul? Questions running through my mind started to eat me alive.
Women liked to talk. Layloni especially, she could get me talking about shit without me even realizing it. I just worried about my darker days… the days when I didn’t want to say a damn word to anybody… would she understand my silence?
Everything was moving way too fast. I had no clue what I was supposed to say when she woke up. Carefully, I eased out from under her sleeping body and slid out the bed.
I took a hot shower, letting the water beat against my shoulders while my mind kept racing.
Afterward, I walked into the living room and rolled up a blunt.
When my eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Her dress, her panties right next to my basketball shorts.
My whole plan tonight had been to talk to her like adults… figure out where the hell we stood but the second I saw her fine ass standing in front of me, all that logical shit went straight out the window.
I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my messages. My mind was too loud to sit with it alone. It was late as hell, but I needed to talk to somebody.
Only one person came to mind. The one woman who swore she knew everything and would probably curse my ass out for calling this late. Rellianah was a woman herself… maybe she could make some sense of this situation.
I hit FaceTime. The phone rang twice before she answered.
“Why the fuck you calling me this late, nigga?” She shot me a nasty look with her nose wrinkled.
Rellianah’s was wide awake and had the nerve to look pissed. She barely slept anyway, probably always up plotting on shit she ain’t have no business plotting on. I always said it was the PTSD from being too deep in the streets.
I leaned back into the couch, smirking.
“Damn… sounds like somebody still in the dog house. Let me guess—Cream kicked you out the room and you stuck in the guest room while he in the master with the kids?” I chuckled lowly.
She snorted loud as hell. I hated that her ass never liked to do regular phone calls. She always had to show her face on the screen as if her angelic face was intimidating somebody.
She gave me a wicked little smile.
“You know something, King…” she said slowly. “I’m starting to think you want me. Because ain’t no reason you should be calling me this much. I’m a happily married woman. Start calling Cream with your problems, fuck boy.”
I laughed.
“Your nosey ass the one who got involved with me and Layloni in the first place. So now you stuck with every call I make.” I grinned. “Matter fact… Layloni in my bed right now. Ass naked too. Snoring like she done ran a marathon.”
Her eyes widened.
“Nigga, you lying!” She frowned.
I stood up and quickly walked toward the bedroom, flipping the camera around.
For a quick second I showed her Layloni curled up on her side in the bed, mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Then I flipped the camera back to myself, grinning.
“Gave her that straight dope dick. Put her ass right to sleep.” I boasted, full of pride.
Relli stared at me for a second before a slow smile spread across her face. That smile made my stomach tighten, shit made a nigga feel proud as fuck.
“Look at you,” she teased. “Mr. No Words himself. I’m proud of your weird ass.” She cackled loudly.
I frowned.
“The hell that mean?” I asked carefully.
“My girl got you open. You talking more than I ever heard you talk before. Look at you smiling and shit like a teenage bitch.” She cackled even louder.
“Acting like a lil hoe, kiss and telling bout that pussy!” She continued her bullshit.
Before I could respond, I heard a door burst open on her end. Her attention quickly shifted off the screen.
“Don’t be all in my business,” she snapped. “You the one who kicked me out the room so you could cuddle with the kids!”
“Don’t get it twisted, Relli. You got ten minutes to bring your ass back to bed… or we doing this the hard way, Blood.” Cream reckoned.
The door slammed seconds later.
Rellianah slowly looked back at the screen and gave me a warning look. I still couldn’t help myself.
“Damn,” I said with a chuckle. “You talking about me acting like a teenage bitch while you over there getting yelled at like one.”
“Nigga, fuck you!” She yelled.
I laughed before leaning forward, resting my elbow against my knees.
“Nah but listen… I really called you because I needed to talk.” I lowered my tone.
She raised an eyebrow.
“What you do now?” She rolled her eyes.
I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Layloni slipped up and said we got a baby on the way… right before she knocked out.”
Rellianah’s smile turned downright devious.
“Ain’t no advice I can give you about that,” she said calmly. “But you better tell her I’m the god mama.” Her smile reached her eyes.
“Also tell her she got one more day to not call me before I pop up at that nice house of hers in Gardena.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“So you—”
“Yes, nigga,” she cut me off. “I know her number and address. I just wasn’t about to violate her privacy by giving it to you.”
She leaned closer to the screen and sighed.
“I like both of y’all. But I rock with Layloni harder than you.” She pointed out the obvious.
“If you wanna know what I really think… y’all two meant to be together. But y’all keep playing childish games.” Her voice softened just a little.
“Both of y’all broken in your own ways. But if y’all stop fronting and pull it together… you might actually fix each other.”
Before I could say anything—
The call ended.
When morning came, I laid on my back with the hardest dick in America.
I told myself I was gone get up, get dressed and take us to breakfast, but I couldn’t think straight with a hard dick and Layloni’s fragrance hitting my nostrils.
She was still peacefully sleeping on her side with her melons on full display.
I pushed the covers back, and gently lifted her, so she was straddling me.
She yawned putting her morning breath all in my face.
Still out of it, her head laid on my chest as she smiled then pecked me on my chest. I couldn’t even lie; this shit felt so good.
Her warm curvy body on top of mine had my heart beating crazy.
I didn’t give a damn about her funky breath nor the way her hair was all over her head.
Layloni was still beautiful in every way.
I adjusted her body for her, lifting her up by the hips, I aligned my dick with her hot tunnel then eased her down slowly. She stirred and moaned out sexily. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out like a little bitch.
“King, what you doing?” she groggily asked as her pussy muscles unintentionally clenched my dick, causing me to growl lowly like a wild animal. She knew exactly what I was doing.
I held each side of her hips and started to slowly lift her up and down on my dick until she fully awakened. Her fingernails scraped against my chest, Layloni rotated her thick hips throwing that hot pussy right back at me.
“I’m cumming daddy.”
Her pussy was basically breathing on my dick, choking my shit and causing my own nut to rise.
“Cum on this dick now, Layloni.” I grunted out, feeling my own nut ready to bust.
She did as I said, and I loved how her and her body listened to me. We released at the same time then laid in silence for a while before I spoke.
“So, what we gone do about this baby situation?”
Her body tensed, she sat up with my dick still inside of her; she was on heavy defense mode. It was to be expected because she was so used of the fuck nigga she dated before me.
“I’m not getting rid of my baby, King. So, you can either be here or not.” She stated aggressively.
“It’s our baby and-”
“It’s my fucking baby! That I’m not getting rid of just because you a little ass boy and don’t want to step up to the fucking plate.” She cut me off.
She tried to climb off me, and I held her down as she tried to protest.
“Did I say anything about getting rid of my baby? You ain’t even giving me a chance to fucking speak with your crazy, silly ass! Shut the fuck up and watch who the fuck you talking to.” I snapped getting tired of her jumping to conclusions.
I had to talk to Layloni with a firm tone of voice. I didn’t want her to get comfortable with talking to me out the side of her neck. I would never be the type of nigga to shut her down and not let her have a voice but she would respect me like I intended to do with her.
She climbed off of me and I let her. I watched her ass jiggle as she stomped her way out of my room.
I wasn’t going to run after her ass; she was too caught up in past emotions.
Eventually I would prove to Layloni that I was far from a fuck nigga.
My actions would show her better than my words would.
What Layloni failed to realize was as soon as she told me she was carrying my seed, she became my woman. So, in my mind, I was cool with her stomping off. I was too caught up in trying to figure out how to get her to move into my home now.