Chapter 33
Marlo Wattson
I tried to be a reasonable nigga. I listened before I spoke, I never jumped to conclusions and I was understanding.
At least I thought I was but apparently a nigga had to be a mutha fuckin’ villain around this bitch the way Solana tried to sneak and get rid of my seed.
I ain’t finna say I was thrilled about her being pregnant.
It was a fucking battle even believing she was really carrying my seed.
I can keep a brave face all I wanted but the truth of the matter Fallon really had a nigga fucked all the way up mentally.
If I kept it a buck, I was salty when I found out Braxton wasn’t mine forreal.
It’s one thing for a nigga to suspect some shit.
I kept telling myself it was my guilt for how I was feelin’ about Solana that had me questioning Braxton’s paternity.
But when I got that test results back a nigga was sick as fuck.
Fallon really had me taken care of a baby that wasn’t mine.
Then the shit with Mallory possibly not being mine, that shit was eating me alive.
My heart broke every time I looked at her.
Just thinking about her not being mine had me ready to go on a rampage.
The shit cut deeper with Mallory, like I was salty about Braxton but at the same time I hadn’t bonded with him like that.
So, it eased the blow some. If Mallory wasn’t mine, I don’t think I’d be able to recoup from that kind of pain.
I ain’t gone lie I had it planned out in my head already.
If Mallory wasn’t mine, I was killing whoever the nigga that Fallon was fucking on because I would be the only dad Mallory would ever know.
Waiting on the DNA results had a nigga on pins and needles.
I didn’t care if she wasn’t mine because I’d made up my mind that she is my daughter no matter what.
I just needed to know the truth, so I knew how to handle Fallon.
That bitch had finally called herself checking on the girls through a funky text message.
I told her stupid ass to choke on a dick.
What kind of mama goes almost two months without checking on their daughters?
I swear with every day that passed I hated Fallon increasingly.
I really wanted that bitch dead. I don’t think there was anything else that bitch could do to surprise me.
Fallon was a sneaky bitch, and she had the wool pulled over my eyes.
I never thought the bitch was a saint, but I did think she was at least loyal to a nigga.
The whole time I was sleeping next to my enemy.
What really got me was I didn’t understand why.
I gave that bitch whatever she wanted and for years she was content sitting on her ass.
I should have known something was up when she popped outta the blue talking about she wanted to get a job.
Fallon never wanted to work, she liked fast money.
She was sadly mistaken if she thought Meek was the nigga who was going to give her better.
He was a penny pincher, and his baby mama Ketrah had him on child support.
Since the nigga was so far behind his checks were barely anything.
Either Fallon loved Meek forreal or his ass was selling her a dream, and I hoped she bought the shit cause I didn’t have shit for her anymore playing with my seeds was a deadly thing to do.
Depending on what these results said, it was going to determine how much time Fallon and Meek had left on this planet.
Let me make myself clear, I gave no fucks about the two of them fucking.
Pussy was pussy, it came a dime a dozen.
It was the possibility of my seed not being mine that had me in the mood to kill.
My love for my kids was and would always be unconditional.
I’d lay down my life for all my kids and knowing Fallon played on my love for them like it was a weakness would never be okay with me. She was gonna have to see me.
I had to tell myself every day that Solana wasn’t Fallon.
She would never lie to me about carrying my seed.
A part of me felt like she might have not been carrying my seed because why else would she try to sneak and get an abortion without telling me?
Solana knew more than anything else she could come to be about anything and we could have come to some kind of understanding.
Not saying I would have told her to get an abortion cause that wasn’t an option ever.
But I would have listened to her worries and found a way to ease them.
The fact she never came and told me she was pregnant made a niggas mind wonder.
It wasn’t like we ever made shit official between us, technically speaking Solana was single.
Even though she knew what it was when it came to her and me, she still found time to talk to another nigga.
That nigga ended up being my cousin but who’s to say he was the only nigga she was sneaking with.
I didn’t want to believe Solana was like that but clearly, I couldn’t put shit past nobody.
For the time being I was choosing to trust Solana since she hadn’t given me a reason not to.
I was gonna be on her ass like white on rice though.
She wasn’t finna get shit passed me after her little sneaky abortion attempt.
“Stop staring at me,” Solana grumbled when our eyes connected from across the room.
“Shut up. I do what I want,” I shot back at her with a scowl.
I was in my feelings about a lot of shit and since finding out about Solana being pregnant, I had been keeping to myself a lot more.
I’m sure Solana thought a nigga was pissed with her and I was, but it wasn’t just her that had me angry.
But I didn’t want to take all my anger out on Solana and now it made more sense for me to limit our interactions.
That was easier said than done if you were in love with a muthafucka, stayed under the same roof and worked together.
As mad as I was at her ass I couldn’t stay away from her sneaky ass either.
Since finding out she was carrying my seed my dick got hard with everything she did.
Her ass started coughing the other day and my dick got hard thinking about the way she would choke on my dick when she sucked.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her if I seriously tried.
The only time it seemed like we were on the same pages was when we were fucking.
Other than that, it was beef on both ends.
I don’t know what her problem was nor did I really give a fuck cause as far as I was concerned, she was the one in the wrong.
Solana could miss me with her funky ass attitude.
“Go get me something to eat,” She demanded from me with her nasty attitude.
“I ain’t getting you shit.” I snapped back at her. She had me fucked all the way up talking to me like I was a bitch. Pregnant with my seed or not she was finna talk to me with respect.
“Of course, let me starve knowing I’m carrying this fucking baby you made me keep.”
“I ain’t make you keep shit. You made that choice because you know what’s best for ya health.”
Solana scoffed at me, rolling her eyes then she shot up to her feet. “Whatever Marlo, I’ll get my own fucking food.”
“Sit ya ass down.” I barked; Solana was getting under my fucking skin like only she could. My seed was making her have the worst attitude.
Solana had her first doctor's appointment last week, and since then her attitude has been on ten thousand. Her ass was barely pregnant; this week she’d just hit the fourteen week mark.
Her stomach was slightly visible when she wore fitted clothes.
Everything was good with her and the baby.
Solana did that blood test to find out if the baby was a boy or girl.
We were waiting on getting the results back any day.
You couldn’t convince me she wasn’t carrying another girl the way her attitude was set up.
Zaylee was mad at her cause Zaylee wanted them to have gender reveal parties together, but Solana’s evil ass told her no and usually I wasn’t with Solana’s bad attitude, but I wasn’t fucking with Zaylee right now.
She was helping Solana get her fake abortion instead of coming to me.
If she wasn’t carrying my nephew her ass woulda been demoted from sis to side chick status cause I would have found Mikael another bitch.
Real shit, Mikael was ecstatic that he was finna be a dad and he wouldn’t say it, but it was happier because Zaylee was his baby mama.
He could swear all he wanted he didn’t want her.
His actions said otherwise, he still loved that girl and probably always would.
The nigga was walking around here whistling and grinning all the time now and I loved to see that real happiness on Mikael’s face.
The nigga was glowing and he deserved every bit of it.
It was fuck Zaylee at the moment, but she made my brother happy and that’s all that mattered.
“Fuck you,” Solana evilly spat snatching her car keys from her desk then she tried to stomp past me to walk towards the outdoor.
However, I gripped her forearm tightly, slowly pulling her back in front of me. I glared at her daring her to test me. “Ion know what that fuck wrong with you today, but you need to chill the fuck out.”
“I’m fine.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.
“What’s ya problem?” I said pressing my body into hers, wedging her between me and the counter.
“Nothing Marlo. I’m great, everything is great. The baby is fucking great. That’s all that matters.” Solana raised her voice in a fake cheerful voice.
“So, what you tryna say?”
“It’s doesn’t matter. All that matters is you get to keep your baby.”