My Life Be Like : Part 2 : Atlanta Edition..

Chapter 17 -

Chris's POV -

I took a deep breath. No turning back now. I'm terrified of what Aniyah's going to say, but I just have to do it. I clenched my jaw and rubbed my face. This is harder than I thought it'd be. But I think I found the one...

"Yeah man, I want this one." I said looking at the ring in my hand.

"That's the most expensive one we got man, you sure ?" He asked.

"She's worth it. How much ?" I asked.

"Twenty million." He said.

                   My mouth dropped.

"God damn !" I exclaimed.

"You have the money to pay for it, more than once." He looked at it.

"It's beautiful man." (Multimedia.) I shook my head.

"Yeah."

"I want it." I said.

                      Niyah deserves it.

"Alright." I handed him my card. He took the ring, polished it then put it in the box & handed it to me.

                     I put it in my pockets then left. I got back home and Aniyah was laid out on the couch eating.

"Hey babe." She said messing with her belly button ring.

                        She was wearing a cropped shirt, & just boyshorts.

"You gon' put on some clothes ?" I asked her.

"No, it's hot." She said.

"Oh okay." I went upstairs. She followed me into the bedroom.

                         I had my hands in my pocket trying not to be obviously.

"Get in bed." She said.

"Nahh." I shook my head.

"Why ?"

"Not tired." I said.

                          I left the room before she could even say anything. I ran into the guest room & locked the door. I took the ring box & put it underneath the dresser. She'll never find it there. She knocked on the door. I opened and she was pouting. I leaned down and kissed her bottom lip.

"Why are you acting so weird ?" She asked.

"I'm pregnant." I said putting my hand on my stomach.

"Ha. Shut up." She said. Her face was kind of full of shock.

"When are we gonna have a kid ?" I asked grabbing her ass.

                      She shook her head and laughed.

"I don't know. Hopefully soon." She smiled.
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