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23.

mookie
1 month later
3:15pm

"man cmon, pass the ball," rico says in my ear while playing the game. he insisted on coming over here claiming we was gone play the game but he playin the game.

he had been over here everyday since he was going through something too. he found out shay's baby wasn't his after taking care of him the first month of his life but he gone continue to play the role since he attached.

"mmcht deadass finna piss me off," i mumble standing up, "my fault," i roll my eyes walking into my room and grabbing my phone seeing the picture of me and nai.

we haven't talked since the whole thing happened, we've only seen each other twice and that was at the appointment.

i feel my phone ring and answer seeing it's my pops. "wassup," i mumble putting the phone to my ear, "where you been at?," he asks immediately with my mom in the background cussing me out.

since we 'broke up' or 'went on a split' i hadn't really done anything except work, sleep, and smoke. "rico told yo mama you gettin small, and she want you to come over for dinner," he says.

"ion know if imma be free," i say pulling out my rolling tray and weed. "he don't- boy i will come to yo house and whoop yo ass myself. you betta be here tomorrow at 8pm," the phone hangs up and i throw it not even caring hearing a loud smack as it hits the floor.

"you good brodie?," rico pops his head in, "yea," i say emptying my wood.

he sits in my game chair and smacks on some doritos loud as fuck. "if you finna keep smackin, take that shit somewhere else real shit," i state mugging him.

everything pisses me off lately.

"you on yo period?," he asks scrunching his face at me, my phone rings again as i spark my blunt but this time i decline it.

i needa get high for i kill his ass.

i open my drawer and see nai's push gift staring back at me, it was another promise ring with our sons name in the band.

i sigh before grabbing my lighter and closing the drawer. "king posted up on ig like he don't got a whole nother kid, he weird as fuck," rico says.

"dawg shut up," i grumble inhaling my blunt, "ion say that to you when you all nai this nai that," he responds bucking at me.

my phone rings again from an unknown number and i decide to pick up. "what?," i ask flatly, "is this Mr. Smith?," i hear a white girl on the other side.

"yea?," i say in a questioning tone, "i was informed to let you know your wife is currently in labor at saint john memorial," i hang up before throwing my wood in the ashtray.

i quickly put on my hoodie rushing to get out the house, i grab the diaper bag almost 100% sure she didn't bring hers.

"she havin the baby?," rico asks and i nod putting on my slides. "imma start the car," i nod grabbing my phone and my car keys passing them to rico.

i go to the room i had decorated for him and grab his car seat.

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"i'm here for amoura," i tell the receptionist and she scrunches her face. "sir you smell like cannabis," she says, "man ion got time for this shit, where she at?," i ask and she rolls her eyes.

"room 276 on the maternity ward," she points right popping her gum.

i reach her room and see her sitting there crunching on ice watching tv. i stand at the doorway looking at her, nobody else was in here since she wanted to have a private labor with only me in the room.