This is the sequel to Heart Ain't a Brain. If you haven't, read that first!
They say don't fall in love, it's a mistake.
The trajectory of one's life can change in the blink of an eye. So what happens when a series of tragic events changes the cour...
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Kasim
Nice to meet you, I'm sorry I'm just here to do my job Nice to meet you, no running Please don't fear me, I'm just karma
"Answer the question, Jus," I said, my voice barely recognizable. It sounded foreign, raw, and unsteady, like I was barely keeping it together. Maybe I was.
Hell, maybe I'd already lost my mind and didn't realize yet. My whole body felt stiff, my hands clenched so tightly into fists at my sides that my nails dug into my palms. But none of that mattered as I stood here, eyes locked on the undeniable evidence in front of me.
Justine was pregnant, and not just a little pregnant—heavily pregnant. Her stomach was round, stretched tight, and it was clear she was near the end from the way she carried herself. If I was being honest, she looked like she could give birth at any moment. The sight of her swollen belly had me rooted in place, my brain refusing to process what my eyes were telling me.
The air around me felt thick, suffocating, like it was closing in. The walls seemed closer, the room smaller, my heartbeat pounding so loud in my ears that it drowned out everything else. My mind scrambled, desperately trying to connect the dots, to make sense of what I was seeing—how this was even possible.
We hadn't talked in months. Not a single call, not one text, not even a passing glance. After our last argument—the kind that leaves you both too drained and angry to even try to fix things—I chose not to chase her. To let her go. I knew I couldn't give her what she needed, so I forced myself to back off, no matter how much it tore at me.
But now? Now she was here. Pregnant.
And if this baby was mine... why the fuck hadn't she told me?
I continued to stand here, my mind running numbers, calculating timelines against the erratic rhythm of my pulse. Last time we were together was late April. Now it was December. If this baby was mine, she'd be due in—
"Sim, you good?"
Dom's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts like a blade, snapping me back into the moment. I blinked, shaking my head, suddenly realizing that Justine and Teyana were gone. What the fuck? My brows furrowed, irritation bubbling in my chest. I wasn't done talking to her.
"Where Jus go?" I demanded, already moving towards the exit of the kitchen, my urgency barely contained.
Dom scoffed, and when I turned to face him, I saw the frustration burning in his expression. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense, and his voice came sharp, rising with every word.
"Hold up, nigga. You don't want answers? 'Cause ain't no way everybody knew this baby could've been yours and ain't say shit!"
"Dominic, watch your mouth!" Athena's sharp voice cut in, her tone low but laced with warning.
