Onika
"One more push Mrs. Brown" The nurse instructed Bey.
And with one more push popped out her beautiful baby boy.
Christopher Maurice Brown Jr.
Born December 6th 12:01 am
Weighs 6 pounds and 14 ounces.
I was in awe but at the same time in pain from my hand being crushed by Bey.
"That's my fucking seed man" Chris mumbled, watching Bey as she held their son with teary eyes.
"Congrats boo" I told her before leaving out the delivery room.
I would've stayed but I wasn't trying to see the afterbirth, shit is disgusting but it's all worth it in the end.
An half an hour later, I was walking Meek into the new room they placed Bey in so he could see the baby.
When we walked in Bey was sleep and Chris was sitting down holding his sleeping baby boy.
I promised myself I wasn't going to cry again, and I'm not.
"Man that baby ugly as hell" Meek mumbled from behind me.
I quickly turned around and punched his ass in the chest. "Nigga you ugly" I rolled my eyes.
He was so rude.
"Yeah ard, sexist nigga alive fuck you talking bout" he said.
"Don't get too a head of yourself Robert" I scoff.
"So I'm not the sexist nigga alive Onika?" He asked, chuckling.
I didn't say anything, I just laughed.
"Exactly" he said shortly. "How's young boul?" He asks Chris.
"Nigga, get out my face. I heard your ugly ass talkin shit" Chris said.
I laughed so hard that I had tears running down my face.
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"Meek stop, leave me alone" I whined, tiredly.
I was taking a nice peaceful nap until Meek decided to come fuck with me, unfortunately.
"C'mon, Nic wake the fuck up" he turned me over on my back, hovering over me.
"No move, I have a damn headache" I said, clearly annoyed.
"Ask me if I care" he raised a brow. "My dick hard as shit and it's startin to hurt" he told me and I tried my hardest not laugh.
"So? What you want me to do about it?" I rolled my eyes.
He licked his lips at me and pressed his hard member on my core.
I bit my lip, taking a deep breath- "Move" and I tried push him off of me but failed.
"Nic, chill out" he mumbled. Taking both of my arms with one hand and pinned them above my head. His hand trailed down from my tank top, over my pregnant stomach to the hem of my tights.
