I'm Pregnant...

Chapter 10

3 weeks later.

Layla...

Morning sickness is the worst. Especially for my first time I felt like it was never going to stop, it felt like a waterfall. During my sixth month I feel like this is really when my pregnancy starts to kick in. My stomach is so big that when I look down I don't even see my feet. Demetri and I did end up going shopping for the baby. I feel as if that night was the perfect thing that could have happened to our relationship. Demetri has been attending to my every need. Whether it is simply handing me the remote that is inches away. He doesn't complain, and when I tell him it's okay and he doesn't have to do it he says 'No queen should do have of the things you do'. Each and every time I melt.

Demetri has been the perfect man, cooking, and cleaning. Besides the fact that he's out whenever I don't need him. As if he doesn't sleep at all. I worry about what he was doing until I realized that he's more of a man than last time. He's more open to me about things; he told me about his childhood, he even talked about selling, and moving away from all that once the babies are born.

At first I thought about how I couldn't see the signs of him dealing. Then again, I wouldn't have found out if he didn't want me to. I know since he's out the selling, hoes will always be around. If he wants to risk it. Shit let him do it. But once it gets back to me I'm hauling my pregnant behind out of here. Even if he does do it, even though I would be putting on the big girl face, deep down inside I would be hurt. I think about it everyday. I'm falling for this boy day by day, and he knows it. Simply by the way I blush when he tells me I'm beautiful. Half the time I wonder why he wants me out of all people. Through all the things I been through. I'm a typical black girl. Although I'm not fully black, I claim that I am.

I'm mixed with black, Cherokee Indian, and Mexican. My father was Hispanic, and African American. My mother is African American, and Cherokee Indian. I get my caramel skin tone from my dad already that's what my mom always said. But my long brown wavy hair is from my mom.

I just really hope that these babies are his. Since I got tested 3 weeks ago, the results should be coming in any time now. I have been checking the mail praying that Demetri doesn't see it. If he finds out what I did and injured these babies in any type of way I will never here the end of it. The test could've injured the babies because if the doctor took too much blood out of the baby. It could have simply died.

I checked the time to see if it was late enough to see if the mail man had come yet. Seeing it was twelve I threw on some sweats, and proceeded out the door really not caring who saw me like this because girls out here couldn't outdo me on my worst day. Opening the mailbox with my key the first thing that caught my eye is the Manila folder shoved inside. I took it out, basically running to our apartment.

Once I was fully into the apartment before ripping the the folder open I thought about praying, honestly I was debating whether I should or shouldn't; number one I haven't spoke to God since my mother died. After she died Iost all faith. Stop going to church and all. Although I stopped believing in him I remember my mom always saying 'If you believe in the lord all things are possible'. I decided that I would do it. Not because I wanted to, but because my mom would have wanted me to.

"Dear Lord, please protect me from all evil. Please let these unborn children be Demetri's children. I promise that if they are I will make it to as many church services as I can. Amen" I said quietly, raising my head from my hands; opening my eyes. I ripped open the folder, as if I was a kid on Christmas day. Once I quickly scanned the paper. At the very bottom of the page it had the test results. I felt around for the couch, with my eyes still glued to the paper. Tears trickling down my face staring at the paper hoping that I wasn't reading wrong.

Demetri...

Since, the breakthrough moment a couple weeks ago. I realized that I need to open up told her all about my past, and what I do for a living. Layla is really the only women who really doesn't want me because I know people. She is all I really have now. Although I'm a 'thug' kids that are mine especially would really settle me down. Besides that I have been hustlin' tryna make more oney than I already have. I have plenty of money that can support me for years. Most of my friends wonder why I don't have some fancy house. Why waste money though? As long as I'm in a comfortable place, with food. I'm good.

When I'm not at home with Layla. I'm out here in the streets. I get atleast three hours of sleep each night. I felt like once I announced Layla was pregnant to my boys; one of my boys "Money" has been real clingy. If I haven't known him for as long as I did I would have thought he was gay. For example, every drop I go on he wantes to come. Before the pregnancy, he would only want to smoke a blunt with me. Other than that we didn't associate with each other.

Another reason why I really don't chill with him is because no matter who you are he'll sell you out for twenty dollars. His mom is the same way. Obviously the apple don't fall too far from the tree.

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