If Only You Knew

17 Days

Zay's POV

Inhaling hard, I felt the smoke slowly creep into my lungs, instantly relieving me. The euphoria quickly set in as I felt my mind begin to ease itself. My focus was strictly on smoking this wood and watching the game on TV. The Super Bowl was coming up, and Aniyah and I had to plan our next party.

Just as she entered my mind, I smelled my baby's sweet perfume which let me know she was near before I could see or hear her. As I expected, the door to my man cave swung open and she waltzed in looking beautiful as ever.

"Hey, bae!" She plopped on the couch next to me with a smile on her face, involuntarily making me do the same.

"Wassup, boo?" I immediately held her closer to me.

"Watch your stomach!" She leaned back and did a quick inspection of my wound which was wrapped up.

"I'm good, come here."

I pulled her in, inhaling her scent as she rested against my chest. "Where you go?"

"Went to get my nails done then I went grocery shopping. I need to look at my car, it's making a weird noise."

"Mmm." I slowly caressed her backside as I thought about the car. "Pops can look at it and take it to his mechanic. I'll call him."

"Thank you, baby." She hummed as she held me tighter.

Without thinking I tried to hand her the wood which made her almost fall off the couch with how dramatic she acted. Aniyah jerked her head back and gave me a nasty mean mug.

"Are you serious, Isaiah?"

"My fault! I forgot." I sighed, I already knew where this was going.

I've been out of the hospital for 17 days. For 17 days I've done nothing but wander around the crib and smoke. I couldn't do shit else! Aniyah and Kell kept a lookout over the shop in my absence so I knew my place of business was running smoothly as always. I wish I could say the same for my relationship.

For 17 days Aniyah has made it her mission to try and talk about this pregnancy but I had nothing to say. Every time I tried to think about us having a baby I got sick. I mean damn, a nigga almost died a couple weeks ago! Going from that to being pushed into fatherhood was nothing short of a shock for me.

Part of me was pissed. I knew I slipped up a few times and went back on our agreement of condoms but oh well. Aniyah was mine so if you ask me I could fuck raw whenever I wanted to, I guess this was just the consequence of my actions.

"You forget that I'm pregnant?!" She looked offended. "How when I've been telling you for two weeks!"

"Calm all that shit down." I demanded, not liking how she kept raising her voice.

"Oh my god!" She groaned into her palms. "Zay, what are we gonna do?"

I shrugged. "I told you ion know."

"That doesn't help us here! I'm two months along already and I need to know you're on board with this."

The cracking of her voice made me look at her. Her lip quivered letting me know she was fighting tears. I sighed, she knew I hated that crying shit but she also knew that usually got her way. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet.

Just as I went to ash my wood, she took my hands in hers. I looked up to see her already staring back at me with those big hazel eyes.

"I love you to death, you know that? I'd do anything for you, Isaiah. I want this and I need you to want this with me because if you don't then I don't think we can continue."