1 month later….
I look in the mirror and smile at my dirty blonde hair. Maggie did it for me. Me and Maggie are the best of friends. She such a cool chick and Marjorie is so cute. She had a boy named Michael Vincent Carter, born February 14, 2013. He already crawling and talking. He got green eyes, he light skin and got curly blonde hair like Vincent. Damion has been a pain in the butt but I was so happy when we found out that he wasn’t the father of Sasha’s kid. Etta got her period and Victor has scared away all her little boyfriends. He has been really distant lately. But we still going strong. But I do need to get something off my chest.
“Baby”
Victor: Yea, Nikki. He sounds irritated.
“You know what never mind.”
Victor: You got my attention so what do you want?
“No because all you’ll do is make me feel worse about it.”
I found out 1 week ago that I was pregnant. I cried for two days straight. Victor was in Texas for a drug trade. I was so upset because I felt like I turned into my mother. But, one I’m smart, two, I’m not a dope fiend. Now days, Victor just leaves early and comes home late. I still love him but I don’t know if he loves me.
Victor: “You been acting so fucking irky now days.
“Maybe it’s because I don’t have the support I need right now.”
Victor: What the hell is you talking about, Nicoletta!
“I’m pregnant, jackass!”
I sat on the bed and cried. Why is he treating me like shit? He isn’t saying anything. I look at the mirror across from the bed. He’s on the phone smiling and shit.
“Really Victor really?”
He didn’t say anything. I rolled my eyes and walk into our closet. I threw out a duffle bag and started grabbing clothes. That’s when I felt arms wrap around me. I look down and see his tats. I unwrap them and continue doing what I’m doing.
Victor: Come on bae, why you mad?
“Cause you don’t give a shit about me or our unborn baby. So maybe I should just abort it, would that make you happy.”
I only said that shit to make him mad. I would never I mean never abort my baby. I already love it.
Victor: Have you lost yo damn mind? See ima leave before I put my hands on you.
“That’s all you do is run. You don’t know shit about me because if you did, you would remember that I hate abortions! Kiss my ass Victor. Go be with that bitch Tiffany cause I’ve seen the messages.”
Victor: Oh so you looking through my phone now, huh?
“Yea one time but the bitch also calls every fucking single day to tell me how much y’all fuck and how I’m such a charity case. And that’s why you stay with me. Is that what you tell her ? Your so fucking dumb. You know what , I’m leaving.”
Victor: Baby, I ain’t tell her shit. Why you bugging? You knew what was finna happen beforehand.
“No I didn’t. I thought you loved me. When you love somebody, you don’t cheat. I’ll be at Maggie’s house. And don’t worry the baby will still be here when your act changes.”
I say with my voce cracking.
This isn’t my first time arguing over Tiffany or his other chicks. We always end in bed with me telling him I love him. This isn’t the first time I left and went to Maggie’s and Vincent’s house either.
I’ll talk to Maggie about this shit.
Victor’s POV
I don’t why Nikki bugging. Ok, I fuck other girls but I love her. I make love to her. I will always have love for Tiffany, but I’m in love with Nikki. When she said she was pregnant, I was kinda happy. I’m having another kid. No one will ever replace Lamont, but at least he’ll have siblings. I know she’ll be back later but I need some pussy so I call Tiffany and ask her to come over. I smoke on a blunt while I wait. Then I hear her knock and I opened the door to her in just a trench coat.
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My Thug Love (Urban)
Teen FictionNikki Smith is a 15 year old living in Compton, California. Her father is dead and her mother is a junkie. She has to take care of her little brother Damion and her sister Henrietta aka Etta. Her school is one of the worst schools in America. She wa...