Hell And Back (NBA Youngboy)- COMPLETED

Chapter 50 🥀: New Additions

Mariah Williams 💫 

"On God, this betta not be who I think it is." I sighed shakily, calling Kentrell on the phone. All week, I've been dreaming of fish, and when Grandma dreamed of fish, somebody ended up being pregnant. I know for a damn FACT, it's not me. Before I started ignoring the dreams, I went to the OB/GYN and got that shit checked out.

"Wassuh." He mumbled into the phone.

"Boy...uh--I meant--" He cut me off with a laugh.

"Look, whenever you fuckin' ol' girl, do you use a condom?"

"Hell yeah."

"Tie that bitch?"

"Duh."

"Flush it?"

"You already know." I sighed in relief.

"You know I can't afford no more babies. Well, I can, but--Wassup, though?"

"I keep dreamin' bout fish." He stayed quiet.

"I-is it..."

"NO! Hell no. No. I already got that checked out." I heard him sigh 'Thank God'.

"Who else you callin'?"

"Finna call Day, Mimi, Marc, Boomer, Keisha if I feel like dealin' wit the funk attitude, annndd that's it."

"Riya...what about the twins? Senior and ya mama?"

"Ah, hell. My mama bout old as hell, though. Ion even know."

"Well, look, I'm finna hop off ya line. You gotta figure that out, shaw. Lemme know."

"Aight, nosy."

"Love ya."

"Love ya, too. Bye." I started calling everybody on the list. I FaceTime'd Nadia.

"Was poppin' cuzzo?"

"None much, a young buck feelin' sick." I laughed at her lingo.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I got a virus. My stomach hurt--" No...

"And I been throwin' up. I been so fuckin' tired, runnin' afta Nasir. His dumb ass sick, too." I sighed so fucking hard in relief.

"Look, though. I called ya 'cause I been dreamin', and I think somebody pregnant. Wassup wit ya mama?"

"She got her tubes clipped I think." I heard Nasir complaining in the background.

"Man, whea she go?"

"Ta get ya sick ass some ginger ale." She bucked.

"Well, okay. Imma go, gotta call Marc."

"Ight, call you lata." I facetimed Marc.

"Big Marc, was poppin' baby?"

"What's good, luh sis?"

"None much."

"Look, I got some ta tell you. You know what--imma surprise you. I'm comin' ova thea' in bout 20. Be ready."

"Coo'." I knew not to ask questions. He better not bring no pregnant bitch over here.

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"Bitch, you betta pick that up." I threw a pillow at Youngboy as a Backwoods pack fell to the floor. He sucked his teeth and threw the pillow back.

"Go home!" I bucked as he laughed, shaking his head. I heard a knock at the door and sighed.

"IF YOU PREGNANT, YOU CANT COME IN." I turned my nose up at YB, trying not to laugh.

"I hate you." I giggle, opening the door. Marc stood in the doorway, biting his lip. I wave him in.

"Look, befo' I do, I gotta tell ya. When I came to da Rouge a couple ah years ago, I had a girlfriend. We was a luh serious, thought we was gon' be togetha fa a long time. But when I left, she ain't talk ta me nomo." Found out that--" He waved someone over.

"Come on, princess." I heard tapping footsteps.

"Found out I hadda daughter. She ain't let me round ha." A little brown skin, skinny girl jumped into his arms. My mouth dropped.

"Say hey, Brianna." She waved shyly. She looked distracted.

"That's ya auntie." He said softly, in a cute voice. I just stood with my mouth opened. I turned around and looked at YB, who was even more surprised than me.

"That ain't it, though."

"Huh--" He waved someone else over. A girl stepped over into view. She looked my age.

"Who this look like to you?" I shrugged, looking lost. He pulled my shoulders and placed me beside her.

"Who they look like, Youngboy?"

"Each other." He kept looking back and forth at us, staring. We looked at each other.

"Guess who her daddy is." I looked at him.

"Big Jean." Big Jean was a ruthless nigga from Atlanta. He was well known in the streets, and half of 'em wanted to see him dead.

"So, what is you sayin'..." My breath was shaky.

"He probably ya daddy."

"So...I probably got a sister..." I turned to her.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Oh my God." I put my hands in my hair. I noticed Youngboy was behind me now. I pulled them in and shut the door. I sighed, still shook.

"Okay...Marc...who baby this is?"

"Beyonca." I pulled her over to me and covered her ears.

"Fish smellin', big bodied, crooked teeth Beyonca?"

"No!" He started laughing. I let go of her, putting her on my lap. She laid on my chest.

"I hate my baby ain't know me." He played with her hand.

"That lil B-I-T-C-H drunk wit' my baby until she had ha'. She got Fetal Alcohol Syndrome."

"Awww. Where y'all finding dese ain't shit ass bi--oop--" I slapped a hand over my mouth, looking down at her. She was playing with her hands.

"How old she is?"

"Gone be four this year." I nodded.

"Now--" I turned to my 'sister'.

"Tell me everything." I smiled. She told me her name was Gianna, we were six months apart, she always saw me in school, and she has another sister and brother on her mama's side, and we had a brother.

"And, I ain't wanna say nothin', but-- YOU KNOW NBA YOUNGBOY?" Her face lit up as I laughed, nodding. He smiled, waving.

"Hey, sis." She giggled, and couldn't stop.

"Girl, I was the same way." I said, smiling. I looked at Youngboy, and he looked away when I caught him staring.

"Y'all done dead ass burned me out wit' all this information." I sighed, sitting back. Brianna was asleep on me.

"Damn, Marc, we baby daddy squad."

"Hell yeah. Shit crazy. I'm glad I got da be in ha' life." He looked at her like she was his prized possession. I smiled big. I still had a thousand questions, like how Marc found her, how she got here, why he thinks this is my sister, but I was too busy enjoying these new additions in my life. And the fact that I knew my daddy.

My daddy is one of the biggest gang leaders in the south...

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This just the beginning. A lot of shit about to be turned upside down, so get ready. 😈

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