2. Aaliyah
Aaliyah
As I soaked in Royal’s tub, my mind was going one hundred miles a minute.
What was I doing? The DNA test said the babies weren’t his.
That shit left me confused. I told him that I had an idea of who the father could be, but that was a lie.
If they weren’t his, I didn’t know. A guy I fucked almost a year ago broke the condom, but that was a damn year ago!
It was impossible for him to be the father. Everyone else wore protection as well.
The only other man I slept with during that window used a condom, and he pulled out before he nutted because I sucked the shit out of him.
My only other sexual partners were women.
That was obviously impossible. So, either that DNA test was wrong as fuck or my due date was wrong.
I didn’t feel like my due date was wrong.
Bali was very knowledgeable and thorough.
I didn’t want Royal to know that I was really feeling him.
Nobody else moved me like he did. He was the only man I wanted to fuck.
I actually wanted more than that, but I didn’t want to tell him because I knew what we agreed to.
When he asked me to be exclusive, I was hoping that he asked me to be his.
I knew he felt something for me for him to keep coming back, but I was sure about that when I told him I was pregnant, possibly with his children.
His feelings immediately got involved, and I could see the disappointment all over him when the DNA test results said that he wasn’t the father.
I was disappointed too. I didn’t start putting dates together until last week.
I loved fucking, and I enjoyed variety, so it never occurred to me to do the math before I said what I said.
I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to trap him.
Plus, I had to be somewhat discreet about things.
I was a schoolteacher. I couldn’t have those people firing me over my personal life.
I hated that fucking job though. Those middle school kids were horrible.
I could only imagine what the high schoolers were like.
With as much money as my daddy had given me, I didn’t even have to work.
I needed something to do to keep me busy.
I should have majored in something else though.
I didn’t have a choice on whether I went to college or not, although neither of my parents had college degrees.
Since I didn’t want to be on the rodeo scene, I had to go to school.
Red Squared didn’t go to college either.
His ass was giving me the stank look at the wedding, and I had a feeling this bullshit about me sleeping with PJ had gotten to him.
I wished PJ was here so he could clear this up.
He wasn’t the type to lie on his dick, at least he didn’t seem to be.
I grew up around him. I looked at him like a cousin, as I did with all the Semiens.
I would never fuck with any of them. I called their dads uncle.
In my head, Uncle Legend, Uncle Ryder, and Uncle Philly were my dad’s brothers, especially Uncle Legend.
Uncle Legend’s kids were actually my cousins anyway, since our mothers were cousins.
I wished I knew who said that shit. I would confront him today.
It was probably someone in their crew. Although Seven liked to run his mouth at times, I didn’t feel like it was him.
Glancing down at my growing belly, I sighed.
I wasn’t ready to be a mother, but I supposed I had better get ready.
It wasn’t like I could have had an abortion.
Now that I could feel them moving around, I couldn’t imagine having done it, even if I could.
While they weren’t created in love, or hate for that matter, their conception wasn’t a mistake.
For whatever reason, God knew I could handle this.
So, here I was, a mother . . . a not-so great one right now but a mother, nonetheless.
When the door opened, I turned my head to see Royal coming inside.
That man was so damn fine. The fact that he could fuck made him even finer.
He was a light-bright Henderson, as I noticed most of them were.
The family trait of height didn’t miss him either.
He was over six feet. Seven was taller than him, but not by much.
One of his best assets, besides his dick, had to be his smile.
His dimples in his cheeks were my weakness.
I liked his thickness too. He wasn’t overweight, but he wasn’t skin and bones either.
“You okay? You need anything?” he asked me after closing the door.
“I’m okay. Thank you.”
He gave me a slight smile, then went to his knees next to the tub. He stared at my stomach, and brought his hand to my belly, gently rubbing it. I stared at him as he did so, seeing the emotion building in him. Before I could say anything, he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away, then sat.
“What do you think you’ll have? Two girls, two boys, or a boy and a girl?”
“I don’t know. If it’s a boy and a girl, though, I probably won’t have any more kids. I’ll have the best of both worlds.”
He gave me a tight smile as he nodded. “Well, umm . . . if you need anything, give me a holler. Oh, and Maui had the baby. She was close. By the time they got her set up, an hour later she was pushing him out.”
“Aww, how much did he weigh? I know she was a tad bit early, right?”
“She was thirty-seven weeks, I believe. So, from what my mama said, that’s full term. The baby is six pounds and eight ounces and . . .” He paused, looking at his phone. “Twenty inches long. He definitely gets that from Mythic, because Maui lil ass ain’t got no height.”
“Alright, now. Not too much on my girl. I’m only a couple of inches taller than her. What did they name him?”
He smirked, and said, “Majestic.”
I frowned slightly, then thought about it. “I mean, his dad is Mythic, his uncle is Epic, and his grandfather is Legend. What else could we have expected?”
“I guess. I bet Bali won’t name her baby that way.”
I giggled. “Her mean ass gon’ mellow out when that baby gets here though. Does she know what she’s having yet?”
“Naw, not yet.”
I nodded and stared at my belly again. I had an appointment next week, and I was still contemplating if I wanted to know what I was having.
Bali asked me last month, and I had said no, because Royal and I wanted it to be a surprise.
I supposed it no longer mattered now. Lowering my head for a moment, feeling the depression crawling all over me, I said, “Thank you for this, Royal, but I should probably get home.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Okay. I thought you were going to stay with me tonight.”
It wasn’t like I didn’t have clothes here.
When he moved in, he insisted that I move some of my things in too.
I should probably start bringing them home.
He wasn’t my man and probably never would be.
I had to be confused about my sexual partners if he wasn’t the father.
I couldn’t get past that shit. I had been racking my brain, wondering if I forgot about someone I had fucked.
That alone was sad. I fucked around so much I couldn’t remember.
“Royal, why do you want me to stay?”
He looked away and shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re already here and bathed. I just didn’t think you would want to go out in that air and feel dirty all over again.”
I smiled. When he realized I refused to go out at night after I’d taken a shower, he had chuckled. I didn’t like going out at night, even if it was just to take the trash out, and then get in my bed afterward. I would have to shower all over again if I did.
“I’m gonna take a shower when I get home.”
“Why don’t you wanna stay?”
“I don’t want to impose. We’re friends, but we’re fuck buddies, and I’m carrying someone else’s babies. That’s not fair to you, Royal.”
I went to my knees and stood from the water as he quickly stood to help me. He grabbed my hands as I stepped out of the tub, then got a towel from his warmer to wrap me in.
“Oh, that feels good. When did you get that?”
“I ordered it about three weeks ago . . . for you.”
I closed my eyes and felt my heart drop.
This shit was hard. I swallowed hard and nodded, then began drying off.
Royal leaned against the vanity and watched me.
He was so sweet, despite him being a demon in the bedroom.
His tenderness in this moment was killing me though.
He was acting like he wanted me to be his.
What he had to say next caught me off guard.
“Maybe this should be our last time having sex. I mean . . . I was thinking, while you were up here soaking, about how I would feel if you were fucking someone else while pregnant with my baby. I would be pissed. You seem to be thinking the same way according to what you just said. Does he even know yet?”
I was not thinking the same way. His doing extra shit for me was what I was talking about. I swallowed hard once again and finished drying off so I could get out of here. When I dropped the towel in the hamper, I shook my head. “No.”
I walked past him into his bedroom and got some underwear, shorts, and a T-shirt from the drawer. After getting dressed, I turned to him. “I guess I should take my things home then, huh?”
“Why doesn’t he know yet, Aaliyah?”
I shrugged. “I have to go, Royal. I guess I’ll see you around, okay?”
He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, then laid his lips on mine.
He kissed me with so much passion my knees nearly buckled.
Walking away from him this way was killing me inside.
We’d been fooling around for over two years.
I pulled away from him and took a deep breath, begging the tears to stay in place.
I hated crying since I’d been pregnant, because I usually had to throw up right after.
“Your dress is in that bag,” he said softly.