Dating The Freemans 2

Part 22 (Now we in real shit)

Riley's Pov.

"C'mon bae, holla at me when you get this," I cut. I sit on the couch and let out a sigh.

"She still ain't answerin?" Rummy asks.

"Yea..."

"Aye. Maybe she just high or sum shit. Chill," Ed pours a glass of coke and hands it to me.

"Nigga she answers when she high. That ain't it."

Rummy frowns. "You should go check on her."

"But we was plannin another robbery. The fuck you mean go check on her? Bitch can handle herself!" Ed interjects.

I glance at Rummy and stand up. "I think he right this time, Ed. I'll be back."

"C'mon Reezy! We was gonna go out! We never hang anymore!" Ed whines.

Rummy puts his hand on his shoulder. "Would it make you feel better if we went to the club? With bitches?"

Ed sniffs. "Bitches?"

"Yeah nigga. All kinds. Dirty bitches. Clean bitches. Skinny bitches. White bitches. Black bitches...yo choice," Rummy smiles.

"Promise?"

"Promise." They hug.

I shake my head as I walk out. "Ya'll niggas ah gay!"

They quickly part.

A few minutes later...

I knock on her door. "C-murph! Aye its yo boy Young Reezy! Open up!"

Silence.

Well. It ain't like her momma gonna ansa. I kick the door open almost breaking the hinge and jog upstairs. I stop at Cindy's door and listen. Is that...

Crying?

"C-murph?" I call.

The crying silences.

"Cindy, open this door," I order.

Silence. "Please Riley...just go..."

"Aight...I'm coming in in one..." I take a step back. "Two..." I ready my foot for kicking. "Three!" Just as I hurl at the door, it opens and fall down face first. "Argh!"

"Riley!" I sit up and rub my sore face. When I open my eyes I see Cindy holding the door open, staring down at me, looking sorrowful. "Bae! I'm so sorry! I...I didn't think you were serious."

I stand up and rub my shoulder. "Its aight." I observe her face carefully. She has been crying. "What's wrong?"

She wipes her eyes. "I don't know what your talking about..."

She glances at her bed and I follow her gaze. My eyes widen. On her bed isn't only a bunch of used tissues.

There's a pregnancy test.

I look back at Cindy. She looks down. I walk up to the bed and pick up the stick. Positive.

I feel a small hand on my shoulder. "Riley..." I turn and look at Cindy, who started crying again. "I...I-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I interrupt, not too harshly I hope.

She hesitates. "I...I thought you'd leave me..."

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Ion know..."

"Is it mine?" I look at her stomach.

She makes an insulted look. "You think I've been cheating on you?? Of course its yours! Its ours!"

I glare at her. "We always use protection, Cindy!"