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"𝐍𝐎! I'm not taking them right now, Von!" Ashanti shrieked once Dayvon picked her up, carrying her to her bedroom.
They were finally at her house, and he was trying to get her to take the pregnancy tests, but for some reason, she was avoiding it.
"Why? What is it gone change if you are?" He inquired, which caused her to look at him like he was dumb.
"A whole bunch of shit! I can't drink, can't smoke, nothing! And I have a hosting tonight. I just wanna have one fun night before I find out that I might be sat down again for nine months." She expressed, sitting on her bed once he placed her down.
"So what if you do drink and smoke, not knowing you got a whole baby in you right now. Then what? Like are you thinking logically, fucking dumbass." He mushed her head, and she rolled her eyes.
"But if I don't kn—."
"Take yo' ass in that bathroom and pee on these tests, Tiana." He cut her off, she heavily sighed, dragging herself to her bathroom, turning on the light, and lifting the toilet lid, sitting down.
"Give me the tests." She uttered, holding her hand out, and he handed the two sticks to her.
Once she finished, she wiped herself, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands.
"I'll be getting ready in my other room if you need me." She walked past him, grabbing her phone and going to the room she did her nails and makeup in.
He sighed, sitting on her bed, calling Durk, putting the phone up to his ear.
"Yoo, twin. Shanti good?" Durk asked, stepping out of the studio to talk to Von.
"Yeah, just some shit happened wit ha' friends and shit. But aye bro, Lyssa pregnant." He told Durk, a sly grin on his face.
"Merch it nigga."
"On King David, folks. She just called me like a hour ago, gang. Ashanti just took two pregnancy tests, I'm scared as hell." Dayvon ran his fingers through his dreads, looking down at the floor.
