I didn't want to trap a player (Urban Romance)

Girl you make me wanna get you pregnant...

Girl you make me wanna get you pregnant,
Girl you make me wanna get you pregnant,
Lay your body down and get you pregnant,
Knock you up, pregnant, Knock you up..

Pregnant - R Kelly
**

"I'm not taking a test Q" I said walking away from him.

He smacked his lips "baby you have been looking a bit rounder..."

The fear in his eyes I could tell he regretted saying those words to me, I just came back from a lecture and this nigga tryna lecture my ass too.

"Bitch where? You trying to call me fat? Get your fucking life Q" I snapped collapsing on the bed.

Quentin huffed just staring at me in irritation- I know damn well this boy wanted to cuss me out and had to refrain himself.

I looked at him and just sighed, "I can't deal with another kid Q" I blurted out and he curved a small smile, "what's funny?"

He shrugged, "just your damn bipolar attitude, bring that ass over here"

Without any warning on top of him and I looked in his big brown eyes, I really was falling for him and he didn't even realise what he's doing to me.

"What are you two doing" Blake said rubbing his eyes.

My mouth fell ajar because I was literally teasing Quentin with clothes on and then Blake appears. I came off him making Quentin chuckle and gave him a side eye.

"We were just wrestling, she was losing though" Quentin said making Blake laugh.

"I will show you my moves after gumball okay?" Blake said sitting on the bed. I glanced at Quentin making us both burst out laughing.

Tyrese walked in with a smirk on his face, "ya'll good? I'm gon' IHOP for some breakfast"

My eyes jumped, "I'm coming" I said because my stomach had been singing.

"Bring me back something" Quentin said while I threw on my h&m tracksuit and my Adidas supercolors.

**

We parked up at ihop and Tyrese phone begin to ring, so he put it on speaker and answered.

"Tyrese" I raspy girl's voice said into the phone.

He rolled his eyes making me chuckle real quiet, "yes Deanna".

She laughed, "I'm bugging you huh? I just wanted to phone you to check up on my baby"

"This is the 6th time you've phone me today ma' and it's only 2pm"

She smacked her lips making my eyes go wide, "who you think you talking slick to? You rather me be out here fucking random niggas and not give a fuck about your day?!"

This escalated pretty fast.

"Let me miss you or something ma, you always on my dick and I ain't yo man"

"You WAS my man when you was balls deep up inside of me, in the shower, car, my bed, yo brother's bed..."

I gave him a disgusted look because I knew it was Quentin's bed the same bed I sleep on too.

"Deanna you're acting very crazy right now." He said ever so mellow.

She laughed his comment off, "You know what I am crazy, matter of fact INSANE for fucking a whack dick, whack head, pussy ass nigga"

He kissed his teeth and bounced his leg out of annoyance, "hoe you weren't saying that when you was like 'daddy it hurtssss, I can't take no more' with yo' dead ass box, so loose felt I was gon get sucked in. Why you think I didn't give yo' fuck ass head"