Black Bxb Oneshots

Coldest Winter PT2•

Calvin sat inside the bedroom he would often secretly visit, and a tired expression was planted on his handsome face. It had been months since he last saw Beau, and the shorter man was heavy on his mind. He couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation as to why he cheated. Maybe it was the thrill that the woman gave him; sure, she didn't compare to Beau, but she was refreshing, to say the least. How was the shorter man doing? Was he eating? Was he taking his health seriously? The many questions were heavy on his mind.

Calvin was surprised when Beau had signed the divorce papers without a fight. The last time his hazel eyes saw the shorter man, the look on his ex-lover's face made his heart weep. Even when they were kids, he hated to see Beau cry, and to see him look so dispirited did something to the taller man. He found himself wanting to go check up on the man, but pride and guilt kept him from doing so.

A harsh knock on his front door brought him from his jumbled thoughts. Getting up from his bed, he made his way downstairs as the knocking became louder. As he swung the door open with great force, he could see his younger sister standing there with a not-so-happy look on her face. His once angry expression changed to a shocked one as he felt pain in his chest from his sister beginning to hit him. He grabbed both of her hands, trying to stop the painful licks inflicted on his body.

"Bruh, what's your problem? Why are you hitting me?" he asked.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling to break free from his grip.

"Not before you tell me why you're showing up to my place hitting on me," he said, all the while maintaining his grip on her small hands.

"You ain't shit, you know that, right? You had a man that loved you more than anything on this earth, and you gave that up for a temporary feeling," she said all in one breath before taking a deep inhale and continuing, "What was it you told me when we were kids? That's right, you said you would be better than our no-good daddy, but I see the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. You already look like the deadbeat ass nigga, but you're carrying on his legacy, abandoning the very people he claimed he loved. Why did you cheat, Calvin? Why?"

Calvin stood there at a loss for words. When his sister compared him to their father, it stung him, and he couldn't lie or act like he wasn't hurt by her saying that.

"Look at you. Can't even say anything. You know you're wrong. I know he's going to be mad at me for telling you this, but while you were balls deep in some lady, he was at the hospital recovering from a miscarriage," she said calmly.

Pregnant, the taller man thought. How and when did Beau get pregnant? And, most importantly, was the baby his?

"It's fucked up it came to this. I hate to even share the same DNA with you. This person that's standing in front of me—that's not my brother," she said, pointing at him. "I don't even want to look at you right now. You disgust me," she sneered, backing up.

Calvin didn't hear her pull away as he stood in front of his door, taking in the seriousness of her words.

Meanwhile, a tired Beau had his head lying against the cold window. The beanie covering his full curls shielded his head from the cool air. He could hear his parents talking, but his mind was elsewhere. He wanted to go to his bed, lie there, and never wake up. His parents didn't want him to stay in his house any longer, so they thought it was best for him to move into their house until he was done grieving the loss of his child. His father, Barry, was enraged, wanting to find that no-good bastard who hurt his son, but his wife spoke him out of it.

Their son was usually happy and full of life, but to see him so hurt, so vulnerable, hurt them deeply. They were going to do anything they could to comfort him in his time of need.