7. Javaris ‘Hitta’ Mitchell #3
“Ay, chill out with all that shit. Stop telling me that I don’t have to be a part of the baby’s life.
What kind of nigga you take me for, huh?
You think I’m just going to live life, and not take care of my fuckin responsibilities?
If you choose to keep the baby, I’m going to man the fuck up, and help take care of my child.
Look, I’m sure that my timing is probably fucked up, especially with you being sick and everything, but keep the pregnancy on the low.
At least for right now. I just don’t want this shit getting back to Deja.
Man, she’ll kill me over this shit. Me, and her were just beefing hard once she found out that I was fuckin with you.
This will break her heart if she finds out that you’re having my baby.
Plus, she just lost our baby earlier in the year,” I said, and when I finished saying that to her, not only did she look heartbroken over my words, but she looked pissed too.
“You think I give a fuck about that bitch being heartbroken? Now all of a sudden, you care about her feelings? If you cared so much about that hoe, you wouldn’t have had the time to get me pregnant.
I’m not keeping my pregnancy a secret. If your hoe finds out, then she just finds out.
Get the fuck out, Hitta! I don’t feel good!
” she screamed, her voice cracking, and angry tears sliding down her face.
“You don’t feel good because you getting your own self riled up.
Calm the fuck down, man. Why you so angry?
When I met you, you used to be so sweet.
Now, every time I come around you, the only thing you want to do is curse me out.
Damn, what happened to the nice girl that I met and vibed with a few months ago?
Your name Joy, but you acting like anger,” I was calm in my response, as I sat down on the bed.
I could tell that her emotions were all over the place because she sat there, allowing tears to continue to fall down her face.
“I feel like you made me this way. I should have never got myself mixed up with you. Here I am, sitting here pregnant. I feel alone, and I’m scared.
I’ve been sick, handling this by myself, and you come over, and the only thing you care about is my pregnancy not getting back to Poison.
You’re worried about her feelings, but what about mine?
” she asked, through the tears still falling down her face.
“I swear I don’t want to sound like a heartless nigga because I do have feelings for you, and I care about you, but Joy you knew what it was between me, and Deja from the beginning.
I never led you on. I never told you that I was leaving my bitch.
We go through our shit, but I love Deja.
I take full responsibility for getting you pregnant.
I knew you weren’t on birth control. I should have been a little smarter.
I should have pulled out. It’s too late for all that though.
You already pregnant. Ima step up and do my part.
I wasn’t trying to upset you by telling you that I didn’t want Deja to find out.
All I’m saying is to let me be the one to tell her.
I don’t want her finding that shit out by you, or one of those messy hoes from the club,” I finished.
It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she nodded her head, dropping it.
I wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled the throw blanket away from her body.
Like it was nothing, I lifted her little ass up and placed her in my lap.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and mine went for her as.
She looked up at me, while I looked down at her.
I knew I was dead ass wrong for this shit because I was just buried deep in Deja’s pussy last night, giving her all these lies, telling her how I was going to do better and stop fuckin other hoes, but here I was.
Joy was able to get my pants undone, pull my dick out of the briefs that I was wearing, while I reached down, pulling her panties to the side. She got on top of that dick and had a field day. I sat back and enjoyed every second of this shit.
Once she got her nut off, I picked her up, tossed her on the bed, putting her in all fours.
She was creaming all over my dick. Wetting it up the same way that Deja wet it up last night.
I fucked her long, and hard, giving her the same strokes that Deja got last night.
She released a couple of orgasms, and then passed out, taking her ass to sleep.
All that crying, bitching, and moaning had come to an end.
While she slept, I sat here at the foot of the bed, with my eyes glued on her. She was naked, so I allowed my eyes to drop down to her belly. Her stomach was still flat. It was too soon for her to be showing.
I couldn’t believe that she was pregnant.
I just wished that it was Deja that was carrying my child.
I was going to lose my mind if Deja found out about this pregnancy, and she tried to leave me.
She’s put up with so much shit from me since we’ve started fuckin around.
I’m telling you, this wasn’t one of those things that she would stick around for.
She would really try to leave me for this shit right here.