Chapter 2 Jakari #2
They say that when you try to live right, the devil always wants to pop his bitch ass up, and that is the truth.
Diamond started reaching out through social media, and every time I saw her name, I would hurry and block her ass.
It was just a one-time thing, but she couldn’t understand that.
For a couple of months, I had done good at ignoring the chick until I stopped by one of my traps in the hood to get them niggas straight, and she popped up on me as I was walking out.
I was in a rush because I had to take my girl to her spa appointment, which I was trying to surprise her with. I took a deep breath before walking to my car that she was leaning on.
“What’s good, ma?” Are you following me around now?” I asked in an annoyed tone.
“You tell me what’s good! You moving real funny, blocking me and shit when I only reached out to tell you something important.”
“What could you possibly have to tell me? What happened was a mistake that won’t ever happen again.
You know I got a girl, so reaching out to me at all is doing too much.
You being here is doing too much. I appreciate you for trying to get a nigga’s mind off shit that night, but you have to let that go. It’s done.”
“See, that’s where you wrong. It’s not done, and you’ll never be able to ask me to just leave you alone because I have something that belongs to you,” she said as she handed me a stack of papers.
I scrunched up my face and stared at her for a minute before snatching the papers from her hand.
The paper on top had proof of pregnancy and gestation date on it.
The paper was dated three weeks back, and it stated that she was four weeks pregnant then.
I started doing the math in my head, and then a nigga started feeling sick to my stomach.
The rubber was leaking that night, and the time added up.
I didn’t know what kind of person this chick was or if she was a thot in these streets—all I knew was that I couldn’t have no child with this hoe.
I flipped through the pages with information about how to care for herself during the pregnancy.
I flipped to the last page, and it was an ultrasound.
When I saw that shit, I got a feeling that I couldn’t explain.
It was like I knew her baby was mine, and it wasn’t even formed yet.
“Congrats on that, but move from in front of my whip. I gotta dip,” I said as I passed her the paperwork back and gently moved her to the side and out of my fuckin way.
“Please don’t make me show my ass. The reason I’m here telling you I’m pregnant is because it’s your baby, dude.
I haven’t been messing around with anyone else, period.
You know that rubber burst. I felt it when it happened.
You can be there willingly, or I will get it out of you another way,” she sternly stated.
I knew by the way she just threw that last statement out there that she was about to be a problem.
“What’s yo’ number, mane? I’ll have to catch you later because, like I said, I have somewhere to be,” I told her as I pulled my phone out so I could save her number.
She ran her number off to me, then she walked over to her Honda and got in before I got into my car.
I shook my head at the thought of having to deal with a hood-rat like that.
This shit couldn’t be real. My life couldn’t be this messed up.
Just as I thought my girl and I were getting over something so traumatic, here comes this bad luck ass bitch.
I regretted smashing her from the second I slid into her dry ass.
I knew I had to figure out if the child was mine or not, then I would move accordingly.
All I could do now was pray that Moni never found out about any of this.
I let a whole month pass before I called Diamond. I didn’t wanna do it, but as a man, I knew I needed to know the truth and be responsible if the child was mine. I called her, and she instantly answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Wassup, ma? Everything good wit cha?”
“Yes, I’m good, headed to my appointment. If you call me back later, I’ll tell you how it went,” she said in a rush.
“Wait a minute! Where is your appointment at?” I asked.
She paused for a minute before telling me and giving me the address.
I told her that I would pull up. Something in me was happy about having a second chance at being a father, but the part that fucked me up was that it wasn’t by my girl.
I didn’t want to ever hurt her, but I couldn’t have my seed out here doing bad if it turned out to be mine.
I was raised differently. Regardless of my mistakes, I was always gon’ stand on business like a man and own up to my shit.
I never fucked with Diamond again after that, but I was there for her entire pregnancy.
The man in me wouldn’t allow me to neglect what was possibly my responsibility.
Having to hide shit from my girl was eating me up inside, but I feared her knowing more than I feared anything else.
Harmoni would have never accepted this shit, even if it was a one time mistake.
We lost our son, now I was having one with someone else.
When my son was born, I didn’t need a DNA test because he was my twin, but I still got one to ease my mind.
I paid Diamond monthly, so she wouldn’t have to go through that child support bullshit and put them people in my business.
The fifteen hundred I gave her a month was way more than enough for her lifestyle.
I would visit my son twice a week, and I always called before I came, so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea.
I kept things strictly about my son, and I hated having to look Harmoni in the eyes, knowing I had been out there doing her wrong.
When Harmoni’s last lease was up, I made sure she knew I wasn’t moving into the new house with her.
I paid for everything, but I just couldn’t keep facing her like that.
The death of our son was still fresh, so she said she understood.
I still treated her like a queen and gave her all the time I could because I loved her, but she no longer had my whole heart.
The other half belonged to my son, and I was gonna do whatever I had to do so she wouldn’t find out.
Now, the cat was out of the bag, and I’d lost my girl. If I didn’t hate shit else in this world, now, I hated Diamond bitch ass.