Milo Delavan
Fuckin with Luca was like fuckin with 3 manic niggas with ADHD at once. Swear hangin out with my brotha kept me on my toes. Nigga was crazy.Had me drag racing otha cars off whippets and shit. Felt good as hell though. Like we was young with no kids a responsibilities. He was someone I could let loose around. Nigga knew me the longest. We shared a womb. That was my brotha fa life regardless of what we went through and continue to go through.
Now I'd been coming down off an adrenaline high, happy as fuck to be back at Abella's. After a whole day of not seein my shawty, I was glad I got to end it with ha.
Using ha spare key hidden under the doormat, I let myself into ha apartment. First thing I did was call out ha name when I walked through the door.
"BABY MAMA! WAY YOU AT?" I shouted, immediately lookin fa ha in the living room as I entered it.
I got no reply as I walked further into ha apartment. "Come on! I picked you up sum from that luh bakery you like."
Entering ha bedroom, I realized shawty had been knocked. Snoring and layin on ha back like a weirdo. Musta been that baby stoppin ha from layin on ha stomach like she usually did.
It was weird though. I ain't see no bump yet. Knew it was coming soon. That accelerated birth shit was no joke and I knew I was gone have to tell ha soon.
In time I would. Just not now. I ain't wanna cause any stress a worry. If I told ha I had powers, I ain't want ha figuring out I might've used em on ha. We was in a good spot as far as our relationship went. I ain't want no issues. Especially now.
Letting Bella sleep, I grabbed a towel and intended on getting in the shower ASAP. Had to get that 'Luca' smell off me.
And once I got in, I took my time in there. Brushed my teeth too, killing two birds with one stone. When I was finished, I hopped out, dried off and changed into nun but some boxers, sweats and socks.
When I was finished, Abella had been awake and staring down at ha phone. Ain't even notice me enter the room.
"Yo." I smirked, greeting ha.
"Hey." She replied, continuing to stare down at ha phone.
"Whatchu doin?" I asked, peeking over at her screen as I made my way over to ha.
She shifted in her spot, looking up at me real fast. Then she slid her phone under her pillow.
"How yo day went?"
"Good, good." She replied, shaking ha head real fast. She was up to sum. I ain't have to read ha mind to know that. Ha tell was terrible.
"What you up to?" I questioned, getting in bed next to ha.
"Just thinking." She responded, now playing with her fingers.
"Bout what?" I asked. "What's on ya mind?"
She shrugged ha shoulders, taking a deep breath. "A bunch of things. Us. Everything that happened at my parents house the other day. This baby. Moving in together. Getting a pet. Food. The usual."
I smiled at her, feeling on ha belly. Rubbing it in circular motions, I thought about our child she'd been carrying. I was just happy to be in ha presence again even though...sum did feel off.
That wunt even my biggest concern. My biggest concern was that I was either gone have to fuck with her memory or tell her that I was a witch. Because she had two more months left to give birth. But I didn't exactly know how to tell her.
I never told Anais. Luca was the one bold enough to tell ha. But I just couldn't tell Abella. I didn't want her to think I was crazy. Hell, I ain't want ha thinking she was crazy. I didn't want to put that stress on her while she was pregnant.
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WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)
Fiction générale3 POV's Love triangle New location Same magic 🪄🔮✨ "...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤 i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.