Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
REGANCY
A week later
This was probably one of my most-emotional days in a long time, and I swear I didn’t know how I’d take it.
Today was the day we found out what I was having, and to say I was nervous was an understatement.
I was freaking petrified. Savior and Kale wanted a boy, and I just wanted a healthy baby.
Gender didn’t matter to me as long as my baby was healthy and alive.
Then not to mention the fact that I was nervous about Kale being in a new school.
I felt like I was on pins and needles the short distance to her school, then when we did get there, I cried.
I didn’t know what came over me, but I cried, and Savior teased me the entire ride here.
My baby was growing up, and I didn’t know how to take it.
I saw it today when she put on her little burgundy school jacket and plaid skirt.
She never asked for my help getting dressed, but this time when she didn’t, I felt it more than anything.
My emotions were on overdrive today, so all I could do was stare ahead while this nigga laughed.
“Yeen gonna pull that shit when my son goes to school.” Savior pointed in my direction.
“Forget you.” I pouted and rested my hand on my slightly round pudge.
He chuckled and stood to his feet. “It’s alright, baby. If you wanna cry every time somebody dots the door, then you do that.”
Now he was patronizing me with his sarcastic ass.
I wasn’t even able to respond to him though, because before I could, the door was opening, and Dr. Williams was walking in with a smile on her face.
When I found out I was pregnant and that it was high risk, the doctor’s office had given me the contact information to an OB that specialized in high-risk pregnancies.
So far, everything had been good, and there were no complications besides the fact that this nigga wasn’t allowing me to work.
It had been two weeks since I was able to spend more than two hours at my own damn tavern.
I got his reasoning, so I didn’t fuss, but I hated staying at home. Then I wasn’t at my home; I was at his.
“How are we doing, guys?” she asked.
“I think I’m good.” I looked at her and smiled. Something told me to look at Savior, and this ignorant ass nigga was sitting in the chair with his hand up.
“Yes, Mr. Jones.” She smiled.
He had a grin on his face. “When you ask about wellbeing, are you referring to both of us, or just—”
“Savior!”
Dr. Williams laughed. “I’m referring to both of you—well, all three of you, considering the fact the pregnancy affects both of you. Of course, some more than others, but I realize that for some fathers this is a very stressful time.”
I mugged him the entire time he nodded his head while she spoke. He seemed so damn concerned and into what she was saying that I wanted to fight him. They spoke for a little while longer before she went to see why her nurses had paged her to the front.
“You know you fine as fuck when you call yo’self mad at me.” He stood and walked over to me. His hands rested on my knees before he pushed them apart and stepped between them. He then laughed because I still had my arms crossed and a mug on my face. “You mad at me?” he quizzed.
“Not even.”
He chuckled and nodded his head. “What do you think about moving in with me after baby girl’s birthday?”
I just looked at him. Call it my way of trying to gauge his line of questioning. Then again, I should’ve just been grateful because Savior was the type to have my shit boxed up and sitting in his living room one morning when I woke up. “You want me to move in with you?”
“It ain’t like you don’t already stay up there, but yeah, formally. I want you and Kale to live upstairs permanently.”
“What about your space, or… I don’t want you to feel forced or like we moved into this fast.”
“C’mon now, Re. I’m tryna give you a choice in the matter because if it’s left up to me, I’ll hire somebody to—”
“Box all our shit up and have it sitting in your living room.” I read my earlier thoughts to him.
He nodded his head. “Pretty much the way I’ll do it bec—” The ringing of his phone took his attention.
He answered it and put the phone to his ear.
At this point, I assumed something was going on because his expression changed.
His eyes had gone dark. For the rest of the appointment, I could tell he was off, even though he tried to show me otherwise.
He tried to hide the anger in his eyes and the irritation in his being because it was his way of protecting me.
What he didn’t get was that just worried me even more.
He still sported that blank expression as he gripped his phone tightly in his hand when the doctor walked in the room.
The mood had changed, and he was no longer jovial or talkative.
The moment the doctor confirmed that we were having a boy, I could’ve sworn I saw a light in his eyes, but that did nothing to help whatever internal battle he had brewing.
He was pissed off, and he looked like he was carrying the world.
The ride from the doctor’s office was quiet, and every so often, he would kiss my temple while he stared tensely out of the window.
“I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but I love you, Savior. We love you and need you.”
He nodded his head never looking my way. “I love you too.”
SAVIOR
Luke called me and told me that Reggie had been shot.
Pissed was an understatement. The truth was I was tired of being provoked, but I couldn’t react because of the side of the wall it was coming from.
At this point, it was fuck all of that the impending shit.
I was on the same grimy shit they were. The only problem was I had more to lose than these niggas.
After I dropped Regancy off at home, I made a call.
I mean, here I was, just finding out that I was about to get my first son, but I couldn’t even enjoy that shit or enjoy my woman, because niggas were hateful.
I instructed Beck to take me to my office, as I had some shit on my mind that I needed to let ride.
I wasn’t even surprised that when I walked in, this nigga Taurus was sitting on the sofa to the left of my desk.
He didn’t get the idea of laying low to heal, but I understood why.
One of ours had just gotten hit, and it didn’t look good.
“They don’t think he’s gonna make it.” His statement alone exhaled anger from his wounded being.
I threw my head back in anguish. I’d known Reggie since he was a lil’ shorty, so this one definitely hit home. When I had niggas working for me, I never intended to have to attend their funerals or even foot the shit because none of what we did should’ve gotten anyone killed if done correctly.
“Andy dropped that folder off to me. Now my question to is do you still wanna play by the what-ifs and technicalities or—”
“Nah. I already made that call.” I shook my head.
Seconds after I spoke, Reese appeared in my doorway, and behind him was his sister, Hanna.
She was bad as a motherfucker and just as deadly as his ass.
Usually, I paid them to pull the trigger, but today, I’d be paying them to snatch two motherfuckers up.
This was a game of being untouchable, and I saw that now.
Nobody in this city was untouchable if I wanted them touched.
I watched Taurus lay the photos of each agent on Caman’s team out until I spotted the ones that I wanted. “Today, we’re making examples. I want him and him in here by Friday morning if y’all can—”
The sound of a woman’s heels walking down the hall got my attention.
When I turned around, I spotted Mel. This broad just didn’t get it.
“Uh, Savior, I need to talk to you. Our child needs things, and you’ve played house with that bitch and her bastard kid long enough.
” She stood in the doorway looking around dumb as fuck.
“Aye, Hanna, I got about fifteen large for you to handle that so we can get back to business.” I cut my eyes in Mel’s direction before feasting my eyes back on the two motherfuckers known as Gerald and Evan.
“Bet. I’ll handle this one on the house. I didn’t get my cardio this morning” She took her jacket off and started walking in Mel’s direction.
When I looked back in Mel’s direction, I shook my head. She had dropped her bag and balled her fists up like she was ready to scrap with Hanna. I watched Hanna stick her ass one good time and then put my attention back on the plan I was mentally devising.
“All face shots too. Give her ass a clue,” I heard Taurus instruct.
At this point, I had tuned the ass whooping that Mel was now receiving all the way out. I was focused on Reese. “I want both of their asses by Friday morning. Then I want them hanging from the light poles directly in front of his house.” I pointed to Camen.
“That’s nothing. Do you wanna see them before he hangs?” Reese asked.
“Not Gerald. But lemme see Evan.” He was the one with all of the mouth.
“Bet. I’ll hit you up with where to meet me.”
I nodded, then turned around and looked at where Mel was still getting her ass whooped.
If this wasn’t a sign that she needed to leave me the fuck alone and go find her real baby’s father, then I didn’t know what was.
I didn’t put my hands on women. I wasn’t raised like that.
I also wasn’t built to let my bitch do it, so I had no problem paying Hanna.
She beat motherfuckers up and sent them to their makers for a living. This was a normal thing for shorty.
“Damn, baby girl. Yeen even try to protect yo’ face.” Taurus shook his head.
Finally, Hanna stepped off of her.
“How could you let her do this to me?” She was picking herself up and playing the victim.