I'm Pregnant...

Chapter 11

Demetri...

When I walked inside the house I saw papers on the coffee table in the living room. Then I saw Layla with her head in her hands. I instantly run over to her to see whats wrong. I dropped down in front of her. "Layla whats wrong?" She took her head out of her hands smiling. That just confused me. The way she was breaking down then going to smile about it. "The babies are yours" She said while wrapping her arms around my neck I didn't know how to respond since she caught me off guard. My mind was filled with shock and confusion. How would she know if the babies are mine if she never had them? She pulled away with her eyebrows knitted together. "Your not happy?" "How do you know?" I really wanted to know the answer to this.

"I got tested" I didn't want to push the conversation any further, so I just decided I would research it later. I hugged her letting her know I care and that I am glad the kids are mine. Honestly, if they weren't mine I don't think I would treat them any different than my very own. I would let them call me dad. Now that I know for certain it takes stress off of my shoulders. All that is left to do is just confirm the house that I already seen pictures of, and talked to the realitator about. I'm trying to be a family man, because I feel as if I never really had a family. Just looking for someone to love me, and for me to love someone else besides myself, "Demetri promise me something" Layla said looking me in my eyes. "Anything baby" "Promise me you'll talk to your mom. Promise me you'll reconnect with your family. Once you don't have them anymore, thats when you appreciate the little things they did." "I don't know-" "Demetri promise me." I knew it was hurting her inside not to have her mom by her side through this, but I don't know if I could make a promise that I most likely wouldn't go through with. I kissed her on the forehead, and walked out of the house.

Layla...

I know he wasn't going to go through with contacting his mother. Atleast not now. I'll just smother him in food until he agrees. While I was pulling out the ingredients to make his favorite meal: chicken, broccli, and macoroni and cheese. My cell phone rang. I took my phone off of the charger and looked at the screen. It was a number that I didn't have saved in my phone. The only people that have my number is Demetri and some of the other girls that I used to 'work' with. "Hello?" I answered. "Hello Layla" I recognized the voice from miles away. "Diamond?" "Oh so you do remember me" "I thought you were dead" "Everyone did" I can't believe he would fake his death. At least he had the audacity not to tell me I was suposed to be his best friend. When I needed him the most he left me. As much as I want to say 'fuck him' I can't I love him. Just not in love with him. Demetri has taken that place in my heart. "What do you want Diamond?" I was irritated. "Where's your man" He was putting so much emphasize on man. Now he's working a nerve. "Why?" "Lets just say he stole something of mine and I want it back. All I'm really going to say is that you better pray to God that he's not on the street right now cause I'm looking for 'em. Oh and sorry for having my guys shoot at you" Was all he said before ending the call. I was nervous as hell. I ran to go make sure the doors and the windows were locked. Before calling Demetri. He didn't answer the phone, nor did he answer the next seven times I called him. I got down on my knees. For the second time this week.

"Lord please protect him"