I'm Pregnant...

Chapter 7

I put my blood sweat and hot tears into this chapter...
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Demetri...

"You were ease dropping on me?" She was ignoring me I can tell by the way her back faced me. I walked more inwards in the room and sat at the end of the bed. Just reminiscing about when we were in high school. How I would always try to get my arm wrapped her shoulders. In high school Layla kept her virginity until her mom died. in the twelfth grade. Two weeks after her mothers death, Layla dropped out.

"Listen I wasn't ease dropping, but I can tell you I did trust you. . Wait. . So I had to walk home from the hospital five months pregnant, while you was planning to see some hoe?" She asked not mad, but in a calm yet on edge type of voice. As in if I said yes I wouldn't of heard the end of it.

I just looked at her and shook my head, walking in to our closet. "You no good piece of shit. You had the audacity. The audacity to leave me there by myself. Looking stupid. As if I'm the side hoe. I hope you don't grow to be the man your father was"

I poked my head out of the closet to see she was dead serious, and her face held no remorse. "Listen. Don't start that shit today, because we both know that, that baby may not even be mine." It's not as if I was the only one in the wrong. As momma used to say 'Two wrongs don't make it right' She hurt me when she said that because in many of our conversations I explained how the man that my mother claims as my father motivates me to be a better man for my children.

Just like Layla I came from a one parent home. Sad enough that my three little brothers had to deal with my mom when she kicked me out. Cut off all communication with me, in any sorts if ways there was. In the house I would pay the bills it's been that way since I was sixteen. Mom couldn't keep a job for nothing. In and out of apartments. It was getting old to see the yellow eviction notice on the front door.

I can tell by the look on her face I hurt her. I just chose not to acknowledge it for the night, and figured that we would hash it out like a couple of grown ups in the morning. Once I stepped out of the closet turning the light off I heard, sniffling. I hate to see her fry especially knowing that I made her do it. As I laid in the bed putting my arm around her waist. She harshly slid it off of her as if I had a contagious disease that she didn't want.

"Baby--" I began soon to be cut off. "No it's time for you to listen. You say that as if it doesn't hurt me to know that I may not be carrying your seed. But I'd be damned if I let you make me sit in my own sorrow. I know I'm sorry, but I am NOT about to kill, or even think about getting rid of my baby. I made a mistake, but please don't ring it over my head. I'm glad to know how you really felt." She said in a harsh voice. Her back was still facing me. I was a little taken back that she thinks that I would make her get rid of the baby, that can potentially be mine.

Something that Layla doesn't realize is that I'm the guy that everyone in the neighborhood wants. If Layla was any type if other girl, I would need to see a pregnancy test, along with a DNA test. If the girls out here see you as a come up, just know that they will try to have your baby. I know I may not be the guy with the basketball dream or the boy with the brains, but I got connections throughout the whole Detroit. Put it like this if I want you gone, your gone.

Layla...

Shocked. No. Hurt. Yes. I'm not shocked because I knew sooner or later he was going to say it. Hurt because of the way it came out of him. It was said while in a argument. I started to cry, not noticing the tears were actually falling down until the the pillow was wet. When he came out the closet, a hurt look came on his face. I knew he hates to see me cry but, I want him to hurt, just like he hurt me.

My side of the bed rose up when he laid down, and tried to ease his arm onto my waist. As if there was no tension between us at all. I snatched his hand off of my waist "Baby--" he started.

"No it's time for you to listen. You say that as if it doesn't hurt me to know that I may not be carrying your seed. But I'd be damned if I let you make me sit in my own sorrow. I know I'm sorry, but I am NOT about to kill, or even think about getting rid of my baby. I made a mistake, but please don't ring it over my head. I'm glad to know how you really felt." I wasn't able to see his face expression, because my back was still facing him. I don't care if I was the only one taking care of this baby. I really didn't want to hear him breathe, let along speak.

I got up and picked up the pillow and went into the living room. Hot tears rushing down my face. I love him so much. I ain't never loved no man besides Diamond. Diamond and I's relationship was basically like brother and sister. Except for I loved him, more than a brother. He helped me get out of more situations that I can count in my hands. I loved him, but he could never see it. I saw Diamond with girls all the time. Always talking about getting serious. Until one day he proposed to this girl that I thought was sketchy and to find out that girl was apart of Diamonds arch reveries.

I always told Diamond to lay off that girl. He would always say that he loved her. The same girl was the reason he got shot. Diamonds crew killed her, and more people in that scandalous crew. If you haven't caught the drift yet Diamond was a drug dealer. Our bedroom door opening caught my attention. I looked up to see Demetri coming out of the room with a look of sympathy plastered on his face.

"Look babe you go sleep in the room. I'll sleep on the couch." I don't know why but, something in me just jumped on him. He had his arms around me. No matter what the situation was, his arms always made me feel safe. "I'm sorry" I felt as if saying sorry once wasn't enough so I just kept saying it repeatedly. He said those three words that continue to break me each and every time. "I love you"

I broke the hug and led him back to the bedroom. Where I laid my face in his chest where Demetri had put his arm around my waist for comfort. I took a deep breathe hoping for the best, about the topic I was about to bring up.

"Babe I wanna move"

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