Chapter 35
Zaylee Cooper
“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby. I want to cry every time I see you.” My mom gushed rubbing my stomach that was slowly getting bigger everyday now.
I haven’t seen my mom as happy as she has been since I told her I was pregnant.
She was more excited than I am. Once we found out we were having a boy she wasted no time converting my old room into my son’s room.
Fooling with my mom there was no point in having a baby shower because she’d bought my baby everything he needed then some.
Mikael’s fake cheap ass was egging her on too.
The more stuff my mom bought the less he had to buy.
My mom stayed calling me showing me the new outfit she bought for her grandbaby.
“Me either,” I was starting to feel this little boy more and more. He was always flipping inside of me. I was starting to believe him and Mikael were conspiring against me. “You do know you don’t have to buy anything else for the baby, right?” I asked as we continued our walk deeper into the mall.
“Don’t tell me what to do. If I see something I want my grandson to have him gone get it. Period!”
“I wasn’t telling you what to do crazy lady,” I laughed at my overly dramatic mom. It felt good to see her smiling again after my dad passed away.
“Because you can’t. I’m getting grannies baby this stroller end of discussion.” My mama sassily said and I shook my head at her. If she wanted to spend five hundred dollars on an ugly stroller, she could be my guest.
“Excuse you,” I smartly said to the girl who almost bumped into me when she hurriedly tried to walk past me.
“You excused bi- Oh it’s you,” Makila groaned looking me up and down with disdain. “Mmm, I see your expecting.” She said with her lips pressed together. “Hey auntie.” She said in a fake voice giving her a one arm hug.
“And so are you,” I sarcastically replied, commenting on her round belly that wasn’t too far behind mine.
Something about Malika didn’t sit right with me and I wasn’t talking about her personality either.
It was her outer appearance; her clothes and hair weren’t right.
What she was wearing wasn’t her type of clothes.
She wasn’t dressed badly; her outfit was cute.
A simple navy blue polo style dress that fit snugly across her stomach.
Her hair was in a mess of wild curls that had to be fake because Malika’s natural hair had always been on the less curly and more wavy side.
I don’t know if it was her being pregnant or what, but Malika never wore anything that went past the middle of her thighs.
Her ass basically hung out the bottom of all her clothes, and she didn’t like natural looking hair.
She liked long crazy colored bust downs.
Something about her looked familiar but different at the same time.
“I didn’t know you were pregnant. Why ain’t nobody told me nothing?” My mama asked skeptically, looking at Malika.
“Well don’t nobody know besides my mama. My baby daddy,” She paused shooting me a dirty look. “Wanted me to have a stress free pregnancy. You know how that is,” She sarcastically said, looking over at me again.
“And do.” I felt myself getting mad. I really thought Malika was trying to insinuate Mikael is her baby daddy.
All her little jabs and side eyes had to be because he was her baby daddy.
I swear I was going to kill that nigga as soon as I got back to his house.
Matter a fact I wasn’t going to kill him all I wanted to do was cut his dick off so he could suffer for the rest of his fucking life for getting this bitch pregnant.
Being around someone you loved and cared deeply about had a way of blinding you.
It was easy to forget about the shit they’d done to you until it hit you in the fucking face like a tone of brick.
Mikael had fucked my cousin, and she was probably carrying his baby right now.
'Who’s the dad?” My mom asked the million dollar question.
“Somebody special. Who treats me like the queen I am. He’s that nigga forreal,” She gushed and I felt the urge to push her ass down.
“I like your hair,” My mom said oddly, cutting her eyes over to me as she reached out to grab one of her curls.
“Thank you auntie. My nigga likes my hair like this sooo. I gotta make sure I keep him happy so he can make me happy.” She cluelessly said.
“Oh, yeah. When will we get to meet him?” My mom questioned me.
“Uh well so-”
“Malika didn’t I tell your dumb ass to hurry the fuck up.
I got shit to do and it don’t require for me to be around your whore ass and whatever bitches you talking to!
If you weren’t carrying my kids, I would have left your stupid ass here.
” I was in shocking hear that voice cussing Malika out or trying to anyways because the nigga still couldn’t cuss to save his life.
My mom and I turned around looking at Lamelle’s corny ass causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Zay, w-w-what are you doing here?” Lamelle stuttered as fear ran across his face.
I flipped him the bird instead of replying to him and I turned back to my cousin. “You letting that corny ass nigga talk to you like that?”
“He’s just playing,” She scoffed at me trying to save face.
“You must wanna know how my coochie taste you keep messing with all my old niggas. Too bad for you I never fucked him. Now you stuck with never knowing how good this pussy…”
“Zaylee Cooper, ya mouth. I’m right here.” My mama gritted out shooting me a warning look.
“My bad ma.’ I was getting carried away. But you can’t say it ain’t weird she keeps sleeping with my ex’s?” I replied, advertising my attention to my mom.
“Malika, I do find it odd that you are going after men my daughter have been with first.”
Smacking her lips Malika snaked her neck as she replied. “Your daughter ain’t the queen of the world. I can’t help it if she can’t keep her niggas happy and they come to me. That’s a hir problem, not me.”
“I always thought you was a little slow growing up,” I shook my head at the nonsense that had just came from her mouth.
“Can’t be too slow ya ex nigga love me enough to get me pregnant,” She bragged happily like she had a big flex.
“No! She’s lying Zaylee please don’t listen to her!
” Lamelle pleaded grabbing my hand and I snatched away from him, wondering how he gotten so closed to me without me noticing.
“I don’t like her she doesn’t mean shit to me.
I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.
” He continued to desperately plead to me.
“Lamelle, I want you to hear me loud and clear when I say this, I don’t give a flying fuck who you fuck as long as it isn’t me. Please leave me alone,”
“I love you, Zaylee. Don’t you see how much I love you!
I made her dress like you because I can’t live without you.
” That’s when it hit me Malika was wearing one of my dresses that I had hanging up in my closet then it went missing a few weeks ago.
I really took a good look at her, she had my hair, clothes and even fucking glasses on.
“Unt un,” I said, stepping back when Lamelle stepped forward. He went to grab my arm, but my mom stepped in between us.
“Listen, Lamelle is it?” He nodded to answer her question.
“Lamelle this right here is my baby, and this is my grandbaby. I don’t play about them.
Let me show you something.” She opened her purse and my own jaw dropped in surprise, seeing the handle of a gun in her purse.
“If I was you, I’d move around because there's nothing here for you. Unless you wanna feel something hot in your spine?”
“N-n-no ma’am,” He nervously replied.
“Okay, go on about your day,” She shooed him.
We watched Lamelle rush off, only stopping to waving Malika to follow him. She went to leave but my mom stopped her.
“Malika, I’m only telling you this because I love you. He doesn’t love you. He’s using you. Any man that wants you to be someone you aren’t doesn’t love you. You deserved to be loved because you’re Malika and nobody else.”
Malika stood there contemplating for a second, then she looked at me and filled her eyes with hate. “Thanks for the advice but save it for someone who needs it. Lamelle loves me.” She said snatching her arm from my mom then running to catch up to Lamelle.
I hated to be the person to say it, you couldn’t help a person who didn’t want to be helped. Malika thought Lamelle loved her then was on her to deal with him and all the shit he wanted her to do to keep him.
Turning to look at my mom with my brow raised. “A gun? Since when do you know how to shoot anything?”
“I gotta keep my grand baby safe,” My mom snickered turning on her heels she resumed her walked back to the store.
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Later That Night
“I can’t believe you thought that was my fucking baby,” Mikael spat with disgust as he glared at me angrily.
“You did fuck her,” I rolled my eyes at him. We were laying in his king size bed facing each other talking about how our day had gone. I had a more eventful day than him.
Mikael was just as shocked as I was when I told him about Lamelle and Malika.
Aside from me not expecting that the two of them were messing around, I really couldn’t care less about them being together.
I never looked at Lamelle as a romantic partner.
He was just something to do because I was bored.
As far as Malika I wish I could say I was surprised but I wasn’t.
Cousin or not she’d already shown where her loyalty lied.
Neither of them had the power to make me care.
I was taken aback by him making Malika dress like me.
That shit is weird as fuck. If anything, that bothered me more than them having a baby together.
“Barely,”
“My ass. See I don’t know if we should be together.” I replied, feeling a scowl forming on my face. “You fucked my cousin and that ain’t cool.”