LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR (REMASTERED)

JAIL HOUSE ROCK

The Next Day....

A shaky breath drifted through my lips as anxiety began to mount within my chest. Damn, I hate having to step back into the Federal Pen, especially this rank-ass site where they're holding Lucious.

After spending 17 years inside such a place with some of the worst human beings to exist, I vowed to never set foot inside of any jail setting again, but I truly have no choice in the matter today. This face to face is happening and it's happening right now.

My black and gold Louis Vuitton's clacked along the pavement as I eased from my car and headed inside.  My pulse quickened once I cleared the metal detectors, the smell of sweat and tears showering down the walls as I pranced towards the visitation area, showed my id, then signed in and waited to be directed back.

Fifteen minutes later the guard called my name and escorted me into the visitation area. I'm surprised at the limited movement within the facility, something must have happened, because normally this place would be filled.

The dank halls of the prison brought back memories that I've tried to bury deep within my sub-conscience. Those lonely 17 years held a lot of unsavory thoughts that I'd just as soon forget all together.

Regardless, I'm here now and as the guard stopped at the door of the last group room, I took a deep breath and prepped myself to see this crazy man on the other side. The man who had been my life for most of my life, the father of my children, my greatest ally, and my worst enemy.

Lucious sat behind the table with shackles around his ankles and his wrist, his facial hair had grown out a bit along his caramel face. He's lost a little weight since he's been inside, and I have to admit that he looks good. Damn, why does this man have such an effect on me despite his grimy ways?

I took my seat and the guard posted himself along the wall, observing the others within our vicinity, but keeping an uncomfortably close eye upon our interaction.

Our gazes met. Lucious didn't speak, only stared at me as if he's unsure why I'm here. The cold glare in his eyes is frightening but there is something behind them that I just can't read. I took a deep breath then broke the silence, "I heard you were getting out soon."

"Yeah, looks that way. You talked to Mal?" He nonchalantly replied, his hands folded atop the table.

"Yes" I quipped. His jaw flexed a bit as his eyes scanned the room.

There was a bit of an awkward silence between us as I shifted in my seat, then smacked my lips, and addressed the elephant in the room, "You know that I didn't snitch on you right?" I whispered.

He didn't reply right away, only stared at me then leaned back in his chair. "Do I really Cooks? That bitch who brought me in was your alleged P.O. so what the hell am I supposed to think?" He hissed.

"Look Lucious, I did what I had to do to get myself out of prison. Hell, you abandoned me so when Agent Carter approached me to help them out, I took the chance on somebody else. But, regardless of what I did with them I never told them anything about you...why would I? I did seventeen years for you that could have been five if I turned on you, but not once did I snitch, so why would I start now?" I probed.

The darkness within his eyes began to lighten towards me as he licked his lips. Seemingly contemplating my admission.

"Aight, so now what? Why you suddenly here, it's been three months?" He barked. I twisted my lips and mugged his arrogant ass.

"I'm only here because unlike you I actually have a heart. There's something that you need to know about, and I'd prefer that you hear it from me instead of someone else ass hole." I hissed then took a brief pause and continued as he tilted his chin upward, a slight grin creasing his lips.

I rolled my eyes.  His ass is always so cocky and self-assured, it's sickening. Even behind bars in shackles. Ugh....

"Look Lucious, I'm pregnant." I blurted.

His brow instantly creased inward, the muscles in his jaw tensed as they twitched with anger, his hands balled into fist on the table, and his breathing became extremely ridged and sharp as his chest fell up and down. Those gorgeous eyes instantly darkened, and his voice dropped an octave as he leaned towards me.

"Oh, so I see that you and your little uptight boyfriend were really busy in the Berkshires huh. So, what! You came here to rub it in my face? To tell me how much of a better father he'll make than me right?" He howled.

His anger oozing through each syllable spoken, yet within the steam radiating from him, mainly I can tell that he's hurt. Lucious is not the type of man to ever really cry but this news hurt him, and it's all over his face.

I adjusted and straightened by back within my seat as his fists flexed, knuckles whitening in light of his anger.

"You know, Malcolm will definitely be ten times better at being a father than you someday, but unfortunately, as for right now my baby is stuck with your slimy ass." I confessed, my freshly manicured nail pointed directly between his eyes.

His face dropped and his mouth lied agape. Swallowing the newly formed lump within his throat silence drifted between us for a few seconds as his gaze lingered onto my stomach, then back upon my eyes.

"What? Wait, what are you saying?" He stammered, still in a state of utter shock.

"This is your baby jack ass. I was very careful with Malcolm, and we used protection, you and I didn't. Besides, even if there was a chance that it is his child, the timetable doesn't add up. I haven't really had any symptoms like I normally do, hell, I honestly thought my ass was going through the change. Which was fine by me cuz a damn baby, especially with yo ass, wasn't in the plans." I spilled.

"I had no idea until my doctor told me a couple of days ago after the test results from my yearly checkup. Almost close to three and a half months so you do the math."

I saw the wheels turning in his hustler head and then the light bulb seemed to go off. So much has been going on these past couple of months. What had happened a little over three months ago....and suddenly it finally hit him as he rambled his inwards thoughts aloud.

"That week of the investor showcase and the white party?" He calculated.

I raised my eyebrow in a ding, ding, ding, you've got it fashion and his eyes expanded at the revelation.

It was a free for all between us that week, getting it in all over the place, quickly becoming reacquainted with one other's bodies and all our favorite positions.

He groaned as his hands washed over his face, his brain processing the news I'd just delivered before he chimed back in.

This shit done hit him just as hard as it hit me, it seems.

I mean really, a baby. God come on.

"Okay, okay so now what?"