Take Me As I Am: Book Three

"Made To Be Together"

Atlanta, Georgia

Kris

I down another shot of Tequila and wipe away at the corners of my mouth. Leaving my money along with the tab, I close the black flab and pass it back to the bartender.

Lately, the bar has been my main escape from reality and I hate to have to resort to this. Yes, I'm back in Atlanta and all I've been doing was keeping my eye on working and off of Ingrid for a while.

After buying Kay a new ring, I was more than weighing my nerve wracking options on whether or not I wanted to give it to her. Firstly, I thought of leaving it with Kiki to give to Kay since they are roommates, best friends, and cousins.

But, pulling Tisha to the side and asking for the favor of her delivering it to Kay personally, I knew I had done well. Plus, I needed to the leave that night so I could make it to work on time.

Why I hadn't given it to Kiki, I knew she'd try and tell me why I shouldn't do it due to maybe her becoming more crazy over the situation because she's pregnant, and how her and Ti'Ron have tried their best at keeping her stress levels low.

So, Tisha was a great candidate in this scenario because she'd give it to Kay straight instead of worrying about anything at all.

Now I'm all for Kay's safety, as well as their unborn child. But, I just wanted to get the message out to my baby that she's still mine regardless what that nigga says. Even if she does end up choosing him in the end, I know I still have a place in her heart with my name right on it.

She's gone through so much dealing with constant heartbreaks, but by the looks of things she's managed to get right back on track and throw up the middle finger to everyone who said she wouldn't make it.

From best friend and ex-boyfriend betrayal, to me, her fiancé, being shot by her jealous ass cousin, and now her being pregnant by someone who was just a sex partner, she deserves to have her time to shine.

Especially after putting her career on hold in order to have a bright and beautiful pregnancy. I want nothing more other than for my baby to be happy. And if that means we can't be together, then so be it.

Scrolling through my pictures, I tap on a picture of me and Kay together at my birthday get together, the sweet day I proposed to my baby.

"Kastynn Tacara Brown, will you make me the happiest, luckiest man in the world at being my girl for life? Matta' fact, my wife?"

The words... my wife... they've lingered around in my head since I learned of her whereabouts. The woman, the beautiful magnificent, well-formed woman who I'm more than desperate to make my wife sooner than later.

But until she has the baby, I'll have to lay low and remain on her good side. I'm still battling with a few issues on my own-- getting Ingrid out of my life.

She's a dirty, lowdown, scrunched up, garbage truck ho. I can't believe I got involved with the smut in the first beginning. This bitch has niggas all over the peach state!

And let's not forget my nigga Kameron being one of them. He came over after we found out about it from a random dude at Kroger's, who she was fucking with at the time. And a few more dudes around the way whom we all know, and two others we don't know. And in all, it is at least ten of us she's been dipping and bustling through for a while.

As of right now, she's still in Atlanta and is still trying to get in touch with me. Her explanation for her ho ways was that of her mother being in the hospital and adding money for the bills, and I started not believe a single word that left her mouth until everyone else confirmed it.