Xahara

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                            Xahara

Faheem snapped, "Don't play with me Xahara"

"Faheem do u seriously think I'd play about something like this ?"

"You've got to be because u told me you was on the pill"

"Can u lower your voice ?"

We're sitting in Chipotle at 8 o clock at night in Fushia Heights, considered to be the Black Miami Beach. If they say so the houses nice but the motherfuckers living in them not worthy of living there. A bunch of loud, obnoxious rich folks. But shit I guess u can do whatever if its your house. I look out the window cars filled Chipotle parking lot

"What're we going to do Xahara, because I already got a kid and financially I don't have the money for one"

"So, Faheem I don't care"

"Well I want to know was you taking the pill like u were supposed to be ?"

"Naww Faheem I was pretending I was"

"Oh u got jokes"

"No Faheem I got pregnant"

We saw a reason to stop talking as the lead leader of the pack ,Daniel, roared her Ferrari engine. Getting everyone's attention.

She wasn't just roaring it, she was challenging any and everyone. They was some young, arrogant girls.

Big asses stuffed in their low rise jeans. Designer clothes to match their designer cars. Riding around in a Japanese whip.

5 years ago I used to be one of them. They looked and stepped out they rides and Daniel made her way my way. Shortest of the group five-six. Beautiful with an ugly attitude. Very feminine, loved attention liked a kid loved cake. Light-Skinned. No hips, all ass. Jet black long hair. D-Cup boobs in a tight shirt. Showing off her solid flat stomach.

Daniel said, "Wassup Porsche"

"I'm busy"

She laughed, then turned to Faheem, "Faheem"

"Daniel"

"I saw yo wife at the Plaza in Juel Hills"

"Daniel didn't Xahara tell you we were busy?" She laughed and walked towards her crew switching side to side to hard.

Her bike was decked out to the chrome bling bling. She wanted attention she got it, big ass, rich attitude.

All the dudes flocked her, damn near begging to fuck her.

"How many months are you Xahara" Keith said

My heartbeat hitched, I said "6 weeks"

"Still early"

"What does that mean ?"

"Mean it's still early"

"You want me to flush it down the toilet"

"Don't tell me you want to have a baby" Faheem said rubbing his head "Do you"

I opened and closed my hands as they ache

"I'm broke Xahara, I can't afford another child. This divorce is whopping my ass. I sleep in a one bed room apartment with a mattress on the floor. Xahara how are we going to do this ? I barely make a $56,000 salary.

"Don't you remember I have a job Faheem?  I can take care of us, I make almost $129,000 a year."

"Then what do u need me for Xahara ? If u make so much, u can raise a child on your own ?"

"I need you, because I love you. I need you, because our baby will need you. But I feel like there's something u need to tell me."

"I came to tell you that- u know I love you from the bottom of my heart on up ? You know I'd do anything to satisfy u ?"

"Faheem spit it out, hurry up and say it"

"I came to tell you Xahara, that I'm going back to my wife".