I'm Pregnant...

Chapter 2

Demetri...

"Layla" I yelled dragging out the 'a' in her name. Placing my stuff down onto the dark brown couch. I heard the door open, and no other than Layla's soft footsteps. I sat down on the couch. Looking through my text messages, from my boys telling me where each undercover cop was around the block. Layla sat down on the couch opposite from me. She looked as if she's been threw hell and back.

"I'm pregnant" she says gazing at her feet. Everything just stopped. I felt like everything around me was spinning. The girl I forever wanted for a billion years was having a child. Tears of came out of my eyes. That was the first time I cried since my momma kicked me out at 16 no money stashed up or nothing. Yes my mom did know I sold drugs. After a while I guess she got tired of worrying about me. The thing is I never got greedy with it. I always got just enough to support me and my family. Her kicking me out just made it 10 times worse. I started grinding harder. Started messing around with girls not caring about their feelings. I became the heartless dude, that always had a crush on this one girl. Layla Lo'Rain Smith.  

Layla and I went to highschool together. I mean I always tried to get with her, but she always hung around this boy. Her and the boy was a year younger than me. So she never payed anyone attention, even if I would try to talk to her. The boy would come at me. Now don't say I was a punk or anything, but I was never the one to fight over a chick unless it was my momma.

Now that she's living with me, and a child on the way. No other choice, but to get married. I'm having no bastard children and that's a fact whether the baby is mine or not. I didn't respond, I just got up and walked away. She just started crying harder, she probably thinks I'm packing her stuff right now. If only she knew. I went into our room opening our closet going into my safe that was located in the back of the closet.

I walked back into the living room. Seeing her with her face in her hands, on the edge of the couch. "Layla" "I gotta get out now?" Layla asks "Look at me" Taking a minute or two debating whether or not she should pull her head up. Once Layla looked at me, I started on with my little speech. "Now Layla you know I don't share my feelings and shit. But ma, I've been feeling you for the longest. Now mama raised me to get married before I get a girl pregnant and all. As you see it's too late for that. Imma just stop stalling but, ma would you marry me?" She couldn't even tell me her answer, before running to the bathroom. Me following her, before I could even get in the bathroom she closed the door and locked it. "Open the door Layla" I demanded. "I don't want you to see me like this." "Open. the. door." I said slowly pronouncing each word.

"Just leave" "No Layla" "Yes damnit just go" "Yes what?" "Yes I will marry you Demetri just leave." Honestly if she would have said no that would have been the last time I share my feelings towards a female period.