New Character Omani in the media.
"Oh feels like I'm out at sea & I'm sinking. Crying for help but I'm by myself." - K. Michelle
DREW
"So... wassup?" I ask my ex Karine as she walks in my hospital room holding a newborn baby girl. "I see you missed the birth of our daughter." she dryly says. "No, I missed the birth of your daughter. I got shot in my head bruh I'm not in the mood for your fuckery." I say.
"This girl looks like you. You fucked me nine months ago and didn't say a word to me after until the day you asked me to be your girl out the blue. Even after that, you still weren't coming to see me so of course you didn't know I was pregnant until the last minute. Our daughter is here though and if you don't come to your senses, I'll put you on child support." Karine says.
I sit up then shake my head. "That fuckin' baby ain't mine. Just cause I was fucking you nine months ago don't make that block headed ass baby mine. I never fucked raw and you was definitely fucking other niggas at the time." I say.
"My baby does not have a block head. I ain't stupid, Drew. I all of a sudden got pregnant after we fucked. She don't look nothing like nobody I fucked but she mysteriously resembles you." she says. The baby starts crying loudly. "Get that fucking baby out my face. She ain't mine and imma fuck around and throw that hoe out the window with all that loud ass crying." I say, earning a slap in my face from her.
"You so gotdamn disrespectful, Drew. The fuck you talking shit about a baby for?" she snaps. "Get you and your damn daughter out my room, G. I ain't get you pregnant. Hell naw. I'm the nigga you wish was yo baby daddy but I ain't. Fuck outta here." I demand.
The baby is still fucking crying. "Bruh, shut that irritating ass baby up!" I yell at her, only making the baby cry harder. Oh my God. I swear I ain't cut out for this bullshit. I know it ain't mine but part of me thinks it's a possibility. I pray it ain't. I'm too fucking young and unprepared to be somebody's daddy. "Shut her the fuck up before I smack the shit outta both of y'all asses!" I yell, feeling like my head is about to explode. I got the most awful headache ever.
Ant walks in my room. The fuck is he even back up here for? "You ain't finna disrespect my child!" Karine yells. "Bitch, you don't even know how to make that fucking baby quit hollering with yo unfit ass! I feel sorry for your gotdamn daughter!" I snap back on her stupid ass.
Ant takes the baby out her arms. "Why the fuck you touching my baby if you a perfect stranger?" she goes off on him as he gently rocks her and rubs her head. "Shut the fuck up." he mumbles to Karine. The baby stops crying and starts looking up at Ant and sniffling. This nigga good as hell with babies.
"You was squeezing her body. She too little and fragile for that shit. It don't take all that. Hold her gently cause you hurting her the way you had her." he calmly says as he slowly hands the baby back to Karine. Of course he know how to handle a baby. The nigga got a hundred million kids in this bitch.
"You trying to say I don't know how to take care of my daughter?" she asks with an attitude. He blankly stares at her. "I'm a grown ass man and yo lil kiddy ass ain't got no business with a child no fuckin' way. I ain't sugar coating shit. You don't even know how to hold her and you ain't grown so watch how the fuck you talk to yo elders." he says.
"Who the hell you supposed to be?" she snaps. He starts laughing. "Drew, tell yo baby momma to watch her damn mouth before I snap her damn neck." he calmly says. "She ain't my baby momma. That baby don't look shit like nothing that came from my bloodline." I say.
"Get a DNA test then since you're so convinced she ain't yours. Get the test." she says. I blankly stare at her. "Since you just so positive this baby ain't yours, let's get a test so I can prove your deadbeat ass wrong. You know damn well she yours." she says. I ignore her then look at Ant. "Hello? Earth to Drew. So, what's good? We getting the test?" she asks, grinning.
