Life and Pregnancy

Chapter 13- Street Work and A Gender

4 1/2 months later...

Laya

So I'm officially 5 1/2 months pregnant and I stopped going to school about a month ago. Some people guessed that I was pregnant and some thought I got fat since I stopped doing track.

Marco is taking me to see the sex of the baby after he gets from school. I'm so excited. Marco does not seem as excited at all though. It actually kinda dims his mood when I mention the baby. Last week I tried to get him to pick baby names with me and he said no because he doesn't feel like it and "it can wait". I just left him alone after that.

Marco is at school right now. And I actually have nothing to do. I just ate. And pregnant girls can really fuckin eat like damn. I knew it was bad but I did not know it was this pretty damn bad. Shit boring as hell too. Some shit always popping up. One minute I'm hungry as fuck the next I'm bitching about something. The bad thing about the bitching is that I don't even realize it until after I get done with that.

It's nothing really to do actually, I think I'ma just go for a walk I guess. I get up then put on my Nike air maxes. I grab my pink jacket then put it on. I walk passed Marcos room. He's a really neat person. Everything is always in place and that shit rare for a boy. It's whatever though, cause soon as I have this baby, no matter where I end up at, that nigga cut off. I don't give a fuck if I'm a sex slave some where, I ain't never having another conversation with that boy again.

He showed his true colors, cause if he loves me like he say he do,he wouldn't do this shit. But I put it past me,it is what it is and it's nothing i can do about so it's no need in throwing a tantrum over it. "Shit." I curse under my breath. I dropped my phone. Luckily it ain't crack.

Walking in the Compton is different than walking in Beverly Hills. All you see is drug dealing, fights, baby mama drama,crackheads,and a lot more uncivilized shit. I take a short cut behind this building to walk to the other block. It smell like ass in this alley. "Aye bruh." This man says. I look up and I see this dark skinned man. He's not tall for a man, he's tall to me tho. He look about 5'10."What." I say. "What's wrong with you,Ma?" He asks with his hands in his pockets. I swear I don't have time. "Nigga you asked for my attention,I didn't say it with no attitude,so what ya want." I say. He chuckles. "Well,I was wondering if you needed something, like a job or some shit. This ain't no legal ordinary job,it's hella street shit involved. I asked cause you look Lonely, and you pregnant." He says. "I can help you get in the game if you need some fast money." He says smirking. What the hell. "Umm nah,I don't think violence is the answer to problems actually. I appreciate the offer but i know it is very impossible to be in the street game with out getting a little violent, I would prefer a more stable 100% less violent job." I say nodding my head with my lips tucked in. I am so serious,it's not because of my pregnancy,that's one of the main reasons tho. "Shit,I need another person,and you just look like the right size,I could get somebody to train you and everything. I can get the shit tooken care of. I under stand you pregnant but, speaking of pregnant,where yo baby daddy?" He asks. "Why the hell you asking me all these questions for? Like you trynna get something outta me or some shit, you want some thing? You setting me up?" I ask curiously. I'm dead ass."No. Of course not, I just told you I need another person on my team,and you look like you could fit the job. Why you gotta jump to the conclusion that I'm trynna hurt you?" He asks. "Cause man,the streets don't love nobody." I say. They don't give a damn if you rich poor old young pregnant or not. "And why the hell would you ask a pregnant lady to join your team? What kind of bullshit. That was dumb,you expect me to be flipping off roofs and going on missions with a baby in my stomach? Hell naw." I add. I might sound crazy but I'm serious. "No not now. I mean after you have the child or whatever you come join me and my group. I'll get somebody to watch your baby, trust me." He says. "Man is you crazy? You know it takes a while to recover from labor right? And I don't trust nobody, period." I say. "Bruh you making it difficult than what it is, I told you I can get somebody to watch- wait, you won't answer my question,where yo baby daddy? And I know you got family members." He says. I reach up and smack his stupid ass. He getting on my nerves. "Why you asking me all these damn questions? I told yo dumb ass I ain't Finna answer em." I snap. He looks at me like I'm crazy. "You lucky I ain't no regular nigga,I would punched the shit outta you, baby or not." He says. "And? I woulda fought back. You act like cause I'm a girl I can't beat nobody ass,you far from right." I say. "But because you didn't put your hands on me, I guess I can answer your question. My baby's father cannot be in my child's life after birth. We're both 15 and my mother kicked me out. And no I don't have any other family members that I know. My father left when I was 5. My baby's father can't take care of the child because his mom will flip shit if she found out he got a girl pregnant I guess. So after I have the baby I have to come live on the streets." I explain. After rethinking it and explaining it many times, I stopped getting teary eyed. "Damn that's fucked up. I'm sorry about that." He says. "Shut the hell up. So how was this street shit gone work out?" I ask. "You gone stop talking to me like you crazy. And I told you I can get somebody to handle your baby while you working." He says. "No I don't need some one to handle my baby,I need someone to take care of it. And what's in it for me? How will I get money out of this and what exactly do I have to do?" I ask. I don't fuck with the streets at all. It's just more bullshit to me. I hate it actually. Why not just take the easy hard working way out and get a major in something? He sighs. "Okay, I got somebody who can do that too. But you would have to do hits and they might need you to steal back some- " I cut him off. "Wait wait wait hold on a second. Hits? Hits as in killing and kidnapping? Stealing? What kind of person do I look like?" I ask completely confused and shocked. "Well yea,that shouldn't be hard,like I said,I can get you trained. And before you cut me off, I was saying you would need to do hits, steal some shit back. And a little drug dealing, I'll give you two zips of loud, and let you make your business." He says. "What the hell,I barely understood your last sentence,and I don't kill my nigga, I don't have the guts. Unless somebody piss me off,hell yea I'll send 10 rounds in they ass." I say. He laughs. "The person I work with, likes gruesome. So when he gives you a hit, he might like you to bring back his head or something." He says shrugging his shoulders. I gag a little."How the hell man? That's sick and crazy. I don't think I could do it." I say. I would consider but I really hate violence unless it was provoked. "For a single hit,would be like 20,000. The head off and getting rid of the body would be like 35,000." He says. Well damn, I didn't know niggas was getting payed that good. "Well I guess taking a couple people's life's is a worth a new Audi huh?" I ask. "Yea,it could get you back on your feet too." He says. My thoughts get interrupted by my phone ringing. "Hello?" I say. "Wassup where you at?  Wasn't I supposed to take you to the hospital?" Marco asks. Ah shit, I forgot about his little dick ass. "oh yea I'll be there In a minute." I say then hang up. "So what's the deal baby girl?" He asks. "We never even exchanged names." I point out. "Jamar." He says holding out his hand. "Laya." I say shaking it. "How I know you ain't trynna snake me?" I ask. "Why would I snake you when I gave you my government name? You could call the Feds right now." He says. "How I know that's your real government name?" I ask. He pulls out his ID. "Aight,you good." I say. "Here you can have my number, we can talk later." I say. He shakes his head then pulls out his phone. I unlock mine then give it to him. I put my number in his phone then give it back. He does the same. "Who's that little girl as your screen savor?" I ask. He asked me all those questions,it's only right. "My daughter,she the whole reason I'm doing this." He says. I nod my head. "I respect it." I say. "How long you been doing this?" I ask. "About 2 years. Close to 3." He says. "Let's say I do join this bullshit. When I get all this money from the drugs the hits and all the other illegal shit,how am I gonna cover it up? So the Feds won't be on my tip?" I ask. "I don't know man, I use my mama and my job to do it. I've became a millionaire off this shit so far. I'm telling you Laya,you and yo kid will be good. Or kids, better get to that appointment." He says winking. I laugh. "Shut the hell up. You adding more stress on my head. But yea, I'll think about it. I'm already in love with my child and I'll love it even more when I find the gender of it." I say. "Well I gotta go take my daughter to the doctor, give me a call as soon as you can." He says waking away. "Aight man,see you." I say.

I can't believe I had a conversation that could change my life for good in a alley. I'm sitting in the car with Marco riding in silence. I can't wait to find the sex of the baby. I'm so happy. "Where was you at?" He asks. "Walking." I say. "Mhmm don't hurt my baby." He says. I look at him. "Shut the fuck up. You sound dumb ass hell. You gotta be the most ignorant person ever. Talkin bout some don't hurt my baby. You hurting the baby by putting it in the streets! I ain't forgiving you for that. I can forgive for a lot of shit,but this ain't one of em. Once I have this baby, I ain't associating with you again!" I yell. He just pissed me off. That don't make no type of sense. His face turns red. "Yea, yo ugly ass. The only way my child would be cute is cause of me." I say. Shit,I sound like my mama.

We're in the waiting room right now. I walk up to the desk. "Can I get a ultra sound? I made an emergency trip to the hospital I haven't had a check up my whole pregnancy." I say. She looks at my with a sad expression. The hell,she looking like that for? "I'm sorry you have to have an adult up here for that." She says. "Well can I call my mama?" I ask. "Sure." She says typing. I pick up my phone then dial her number this some shit I never wanted to do again. Ion feel like being bothered with her ass today. It's been a good 4 months. "What? Didn't I tell you don't call me until you have that damn baby!" She yells. "Um excuse me lady don't yell at me like you crazy. Mama or not,  you can't disrespect me. Every person deserves to be respected." I go off. I don't care no more. " I need you to come up to the hospital so I can find out the sex of the baby. Oh and I've decided that you gone pay for the rest of my prenatal care, check ups and hospital bills, unless you want me to call child protective services for child neglect, bitch." I say. She gets quiet. She blows. "I mean, I'll call right now if you wanna get locked up. It's up to you. And you was misusing the money my dad gave you to take care of us. I know you can't live with out that crack so just come and pay now." I say. I chuckle to myself, knowing she frustrated. "I'll be up there,damn." She says then hangs up. I smile. "Yes." I say celebrating to myself.

My mom just walked in. She walks up to me."I'm gone pretend like I like you. Little shit." She growls in my ear. Yea yea yea, she can shut her dick suckin ass up,we both know she be running trains in the middle of the night. We both walk up to the desk. "Hi." The lady says smiling. "Hi I'm her mother." My mom says. "Alright it's already set up,go right in." She say. "Thanks." I say. "Marco, come on." I say waking him up. He jumps up then walks in with me and my mom. This should be interesting.

"Hi I am Doctor Philip how are you guys doing today?" The doctor asks putting on gloves. "Good." I say smiling. He starts putting that cold jelly on my stomach. Damn. He starts checking my belly. "Well,it looks about 22 weeks which is 5 in a half months. You are now in the second trimester which means I can tell the gender." He says smiling rubbing my belly with the little stick thing. My mom ain't even paying attention. She on her phone. Lil hoe ass. "The average pregnancy is 36 weeks which is nine months, of course. And from the looks of it,you are having a girl." He says. I can't help but smile. "Oh my God,thank you doctor." I say. My mom rolls her eyes. She such a hater. "You welcome it's only my job." He says. "Your due date is June 12." He adds. At least it's not in the winter. It gives me time to get some shit set up. When I say that I mean get more money and a place to stay. He wipes the gel off my stomach.  I pull my shirt down. He hands me the pictures. "I will discuss the rest of the information with your mother." He says. He's Indian with a little accent. I like him tho.

"Look Marco." I exclaim. "I see. She small." He says. "I know right. I bet she's going to be so cute." I say getting excited. Nothing can ruin my mood now. I  turn my phone on. I see Jamar texted me. He said "what you decide?".  I text back "give me a couple weeks, I gotta think on it,it would be a big ass decision for me." I text back. "Who you texting?" Marco asks. "Why you worried?" I ask. He chuckles. "Damn you dipped out on me already." He says. "The hell is you talking about? I can't have friends nigga." I say rolling my eyes. He irks my nerves, he makes life without my meds hard. I never seen in a million years my life would be like this. I can only guess what the next year will hold.