Thug's Passion {BOOK ONE}

Chapter Ten.

CHAPTER TEN

    I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I trailed to the kitchen, and seen Bahja cooking breakfast.

"Good morning Maya," Bahja sniffled. I sniffled, and nodded. "Good morning," I replied. "You know, Thursday is Eric's funeral." Bahja croaked. I nodded. "We'll be there," I said. Today was a Monday. I sat at the bar table and ate the breakfast that was cooked. Bahja ate her breakfast, and rinsed our dishes. We went into the living room. "Look, here's our memory book," I smiled. I began to flip through it, and came across a picture of Eric, Bahja, Lamunta and I. Lamunta was another one of our friends' who was shot a week before Eric—he died too.

"Munta, goodness gracious, I miss him," I lowly said. "He had the biggest crush on you Bahja."

"I know, we kind of had something going on," Bahja grinned, wiping her tears. In the matter of two weeks, Bahja and I lost two of our closest male friends. "We lost Munta, and now we lost Eric," Bahja groaned. "It's alright though, nobody ain't gonna harm them anymore," I thought on the bright side. "Yeah, you're right," Bahja said. She groaned rubbing her head, and sat on the couch. She burst into tears. I sat next to her, holding her.

"We've lost two of our best friends Maya," she sobbed. "I know, I know." I said. After she let all of her emotions out on me, she wiped her face. "We got to be strong for them," I said firmly, holding Bahja by her shoulders. She sniffled, and nodded. "We're gonna get through this, and have a wonderful Christmas," I assured. She hugged me, and I held her tightly in my arms.

   In the matter of a week, Bahja and I dealt with Eric's funeral and we were both strong for our dearest friend.

"Maya, come on," Bahja rushed. I came out of the bathroom, and we left the house. We went to the mall, and shopped for my two babies. We went to all baby stores, and shopped for everything we needed. Not to mention, Nick's house had two guest rooms, and he designed one room for the babies. He said when they're older; they'd be separated in two rooms. Bahja and I furnished the two rooms, and designed them in boy and girl themes. We also hammered their names into the walls. Before that, I'd decided their names would be Nichayah Michelle (Ni-Ky-Yah) and Nichayan Mayan (Ni-Ky-Yan).

  "Look at all of this stuff," Bahja laughed. I smirked. "My babies are well taken care of," I smirked. I pulled my hair into a low bun, and put my hands on my hips. Bahja's pink ponytail flowed right past me. "So, Maya, I know you can't wait until-" she paused, smirking. "What?" my eyes widened. My eyes were covered. "Guess who?" Nick said in my ear. I grinned. "My husband," I smirked. He uncovered my eyes, and I turned around, jumping in his arms. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too," he said, groaning. He put me down, and kissed my stomach. "I missed y'all too," he smiled. I smiled, and tapped his head. He stood up, and hugged me in his arms. "I'm sorry for what happened to your homeboy baby, you know I'm here for you," he said in my ear. I nodded. "I know. I love you," I said. "Love you more," he kissed my cheek. "Uh, I'll see you later Maya and Nick," Bahja said, leaving the house. We both laughed as Nick held me arms rocking side-to-side.

"Lemme get on your back," I nudged him. He turned around, and I bent him over. We both burst out laughing. He kneeled down, and I climbed on his back. He stood up with a tight grip on my thighs walking around the house. He walked to the fire place. He let me down, and we both sat in front of the fire place, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows and watching movies. I lie on his lap and fell asleep.

  The next morning, I woke up in Nick's arms. I got out of his grip, and went into the living room. I see his duffle bag, and I put it on the counter. Mysteriously, I opened the duffle bag finding a female's picture. I unzipped the bag all the way revealing the condoms, panties, and stashed money in it. I gasped, as my eyes start to burn. I sigh with tears trailing my face. I couldn't believe Nick would do something like this to me—I really love him, like, what the fuck.