Forbidden Love With a Thug III

Forbidden Love with a Thug III

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Shvonne Latrice

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The entrance dinged letting the store know someone was coming in, and when I looked towards it, I saw Sophie, Amelia's little home girl I fucked a while back.

“Hey Kill,” she smiled and walked closer to me.

“What's good, ma?” I responded and took the bag from Ernie.

I put my hand up and he said, “See you later, son.”

“I'm cool. How have you been?” she asked once I turned my attention back to her.

“Great. A nigga just had a baby,” I cheesed as I thought about Alexsia. “I see you did too.” I pointed to the little baby she was holding.

“Yeah, her name is Kilenna.”

“Cute,” I nodded. “Well it was good seeing you,” I added and walked to leave out of the store.

“Kill, she's yours!” she called after me, and I snapped my neck to look back at her.

Shorty had to be fucking with me.

“Come here and let me talk to you for a second,” I waved Sophie over to me.

She adjusted her daughter on her hip, and then followed me out of the store. I opened the passenger door of my car for her, and once she got in, I jogged around to my side to get in as well. It was quiet for a few moments as I tried to figure out what exactly I wanted to say to her ass. Her daughter cooed, and she kissed her cheek before rubbing her back. The baby looked nothing like me, not even a small feature of mine was in her face, but that didn’t mean shit these days.

“Are you okay?” Sophie quizzed.

“Nah ma, I'm not okay. How is that my baby? I fucked you one damn time and I strapped up. The shit didn't break either, I'm one hundred percent sure.” I looked over at her, wearing a frown.

“I don't know. But a month after we had sex, I found out I was pregnant.”

“Sophie, I refuse to believe that you didn't fuck anyone else after me. Didn't you say you had a boyfriend or some shit? Yeah, you did, so don't try to play me, shorty.” I nodded as the scene of her mentioning she had a man came into my mind.

“We broke up, Kill! He found out that I'd slept with someone else and he broke it off with me. So no, I haven't been with anyone else after you. I was too miserable to go out and meet someone, and by the time I started to heal, I found out I was pregnant! And I can’t believe you have a baby by someone else too!”

I wasn't sure who the fuck Sophie thought I was, but she had the game fucked up if she thought I was going for this bullshit. There was no way that damn baby was mine, and she wasn't about to try and pull a Margo on my ass. Nah, fuck that shit. Plus, Jersey would fucking murder my ass, even though Sophie was before her. How would that look? I was not the type of nigga that just shot my babies up in any bitch that I smashed. I was picky.

“I'm gonna need a DNA test, straight up,” I responded, after a couple moments of silence.

“What? Are you serious?'“ She looked to me with an angry expression as if I gave a fuck.

I didn’t know her ass from a can of paint, and she really thought I was just gonna believe that her child was mine because she said it was? Hilarious.

“I'm dead fucking serious, shorty. I ain't doing shit until I get a test done. And don't even think about going on your own fucking time and showing up with the results. We're going to a for real doctor, and having it done with us both watching.”

“Nigga, get over yourself! You think you're that much of a hot commodity to where I would need to lie about you being the father of my child? I mean you're fine, but not that fine.”

“I must be, because you know you're lying like fuck. The baby looks nothing like me, and I'm not about to just take your word for it. Why would I? We weren't in some committed relationship. I fucked you the first night I met you!”

“Just like you fucked your baby mama the first night she met you!” she countered, and a smirk appeared on her face. “Yeah nigga, but somehow her baby is yours and mine ain't? Fuck out of here, Kill.”

I had no idea she knew whom I was with, but then again, she was friends with Amelia who knew everything about me somehow. I wouldn't be surprised if Amelia knew what the fuck I ate for breakfast every morning. It was weird, but I was used to it by now.

“Let me tell you something, Sophie. For one, don't bring up my child's mother ever again. Secondly, I'd known her and come in contact with her a couple times before we engaged in sexual activity. Third, I fucked her more than one whack ass time, and I didn't use a cap every time. And lastly, I can spot a lying hoe any muthafuckin' where, so I see the difference between you two.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she shook her head 'no' repeatedly.

“I fuckin' hate you, Kill. I wish I could take back that night we had together, but I can't. I will get a DNA test, and then you will see that Kilenna is yours.”

“Sure. Is your number the same?”

“No, I had to—”

“Give me your damn number and get out my car.”

“I ain't giving you shit, nigga, talking to me like that!”

“Give it to me willingly, or I will get it my damn self. And if I have to go out of my way to get it, it won't end well for you, shorty.”

She swallowed hard, and then pulled her phone out since she didn’t know her new number by heart. I typed her number into my iPhone, and then stored it right away. I then reached across her to pull on the lever of my door so that she could get her lying ass out of my whip. She looked into my eyes for a couple moments, and then finally got out of the car slowly. As soon as she closed my door, I peeled off down the street, headed to my crib on Saint Mortiz.

Although I knew deep down that I was not that child's father, a part of me wondered if I was. What if somehow I'd gotten her ass pregnant? In all my years of being on this Earth and fucking bitches, I had never gotten one pregnant because I wore a condom for that purpose. I didn't wear them to prevent STDs, because if I thought a bitch had one I wasn't fucking her period; with or without a condom. I strapped up because I didn't want a woman who didn't have my last name carrying my child. When Jersey got pregnant, I felt disappointed in myself because I had slipped up, but I was grateful that I had at least done it with a woman that I cared deeply for. Jersey was the first girl that had me feeling all warm inside and shit. I knew that I never loved Margo like I thought I had years back, when I met Jersey. Anyhow, this Sophie shit had me a little bothered because there was a slight chance that she could have had my baby because I did in fact fuck the hoe. That's what the fuck I get for slanging dick to these hoes out here, man. Something told me not to slide up in that trash ass puss but I went against my gut and did anyway.

I pulled up to my home, and just parked in the roundabout driveway instead of the garage. I didn't feel like putting my car inside, even though it was such a small task. That conversation with Sophie had completely drained me. When I walked into the home, I smelled something sweet, which made me smile at the thought of the small family I was creating.

“Is that cake?” I asked Jersey as I entered the kitchen. I spotted my baby girl, Alexsia, and picked her up from her little bed swing before kissing her plump cheeks. She was a mixture of Jersey and I, which I thought was cool as fuck. I knew she and I would make pretty babies.

“Yes, it's cake. Did you take care of that bitch?” she asked referring to Trixie, but wore that beautiful smile on her face. I chuckled because she looked so innocent but had just spoken some foul words.

“I did, baby, I did.” I leaned down to peck her lips, and then placed Alexsia back into her bed swing. “Damn, I make some beautiful ass babies,” I smiled while looking at Alexsia.

“You mean
we
make beautiful babies,” Jersey giggled and walked over to me to kiss my lips again. “Go wash your hands so we can eat dinner, Kill.”

“I wanna eat something else.” I bit my lip before gripping her little ass in my hands, and sucking her lips.

“No, it's not time yet. And go, Kill!” She blushed and tried to pull away from me. I kissed her soft neck, and then let her go so I could wash my hands.

There was no way Sophie's baby could be mine; I would lose all of this, and that couldn't happen.

Chapter
One: Cheyla Austin

Today was my first appointment since finding out that I was pregnant. This was so crazy to me because I never saw myself having kids and all that shit. I always thought I would be alone forever, just having a few male companions here and there. But just like Jersey's mother used to say, the people who say they aren't gonna have kids, always do. I thought I was an exception to that, but here I am.

“Kantwan, I don't need you to help me out of the car like that,” I frowned as he held onto my hand, and closed the car door behind me.

Ever since I told his ass that the first three months were the easiest to miscarry in, he was always making sure I was careful. I couldn't wear heels of any kind unless I did it behind his back. He also would only smoke weed when he was out and driving his sports car, which I couldn't ride in, by the way. He wouldn't let me eat fish of any kind, because despite what I told him, all fish was bad for the baby in his mind.

“I do what I want,” he responded as I slipped my hand into his.

“I would hate to see how you would act when I actually start showing. I'm probably gonna have to run off somewhere until I give birth,” I half joked. Shit, I may
actually
have to do that.

“And you'll regret that shit once we come back together.” He leaned down to kiss my temple, and then opened the door to the doctor's office for me.

I went to the counter to check in, and then sat back down next to Kantwan. There was a pregnant woman sitting across the room with her husband and two little toddlers running amuck. I shook my head as all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. She looked so tired and miserable, while her husband or boyfriend scrolled on his phone. She yelled for them to sit down as she palmed her belly, but the two little devils paid her no mind. I’ll be damned!

“That's gonna be us soon,” Kantwan jokingly whispered into my ear.

“Nigga, no the fuck it isn't. This is gonna be our first and last baby, watch. Jersey said it hurt really badly when she pushed Alexsia out, and I refuse to go through the pain she went through multiple times.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll be pregnant again in a year or two, shorty, don't kid yourself. You love this dick too much,” he grinned as I covered my mouth while laughing.

“I really don't know why I thought I could have a serious conversation with you, Kantwan.”

“We are talking seriously. We fuck constantly and you think this is the last baby? I'm just trying to make sure you're being realistic. I think if we're careful it'll only be like three, but if we're heedless, I’d say like a cool six kids.”

“Six? Hell no! Three is too damn much, but it's much more reasonable.” I shook my head and then let out a sigh.

Kantwan was right. As much sex as we had, there was no way I wouldn't get pregnant again. I thought we were being safe before, yet I'm pregnant right now. I should've known that him pulling out, and me being neglectful to my birth control on some days would not keep me from having a baby. I think I was just so caught up in the moment with Kantwan, that the consequences of us fucking unsafely and like two dogs in heat didn't cross my mind.

“Austin!” The skinny nurse came out and called my last name. Kantwan helped me up, and I rolled my eyes so fucking hard as we walked to the back with the nurse. “Okay, just step on the scale for me, Cheyla.”

The nurse weighed me and then took my blood pressure, before double-checking my reasoning for being there. Kantwan and I then followed her to another room, where she set my file down, and then gave us an estimated time on when the doctor would come into the room. I changed into the gown after removing my panties and pushing my dress up past my waist.

“You think we can get a quickie in?” Kantwan cheesed and I sucked my teeth.

“No, nasty.” I climbed onto the examination table.

“What is she gonna do?”

“Just check and make sure the baby is okay, and tell us about how far along I am. That way we can see about how long it will be until the baby gets here.”

“Cool.”

My doctor finally walked in wearing a big smile on her face. Dr. Ronny had long, blond hair that she kept in a bun on top of her head, and her teeth were really big but white. I guess when your teeth were that large, you had to make sure they were white. There was no way I would be walking around with some huge ass yellow shits in my mouth.

“Good morning, Cheyla, how are you, honey?” she asked as she flipped through my file.

“I'm great. This is my boyfriend, Kantwan, and the one I'm pregnant by.” I gestured towards him and he stood up to shake her hand.

“I better be,” Kantwan joked, making us chortle.

“Oooh, nice and tall. Good job, now we don't have to worry about it being a short boy or something. I had a patient earlier whose husband was about 5'6, and she was so worried that their boy was gonna be small,” Dr. Ronny joked as she washed her hands. “I think her husband’s little ego was bruised, no pun intended.” We all laughed. I loved Dr. Ronny because she was so sweet and always made little corny jokes. They weren't good jokes, but somehow they still made you laugh.