Players Regret

Chapter 5

WATTPAD WAS LOWKEY TRIPPING SO IF YOU SPOT A MISTAKE HIGHLIGHT IT AND LET ME KNOW? PRETTY PLEASE? && THANKS <33

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Quanae P.O.V

Once I heard Dj stop sniffling, I pulled my arms away to talk about what happened. His eyes were still read, and tears still rain from his eyes. "Baby can we talk about it?" I wailed my self in. I really didn't want to ask, I just wanted him to tell me. I didn't want to seem nosey.

I wiped the tears from his eyes, and grabbed his hand to pull him to the couch. "Man Dontae said..." He stopped for a second, then continued, "Donovan might not be mines.."

He said that last part sort of low, but loud enough for me to hear. I wasn't really surprised, but what shocked me is Dj was so angry. Donovan has only been with us for a couple days.

"Baby i'm sorry. I'm sorry that had to happen to you, but your the only man that he knows right now, and since Janine dead, we'll never really know who the daddy is." I mentioned while wiping the remainder tears that fell. I hate seeing him like this, it seems like everything is going wrong in his life right now.

"Yeah. I wish that was true. You ain't let me finish though." He stopped and looked up in my eyes, "The daddy could possibly be Clayton's." He managed to get out. When he hit me with that, I got off the couch and start pacing.

"What the hell? Forreal? I ain't never know they were messing around! I didn't even think Janine was a hoe. Wow." I was so confused. It was so much shit happening and Janine bald headed ass ain't even here to straighten shit out.

"I knew that hoe was dirty. I shouldn't have fucked with her. Man Qua, if that baby ain't mines, I swear I don't know what I'ma do. Yeah we've only spent a couple days together, but damn. When you think it's yo seed you immediately become attached to it. I always wanted a son, and the first son I think is mines, it's a possibility he ain't? That's some bull shit!" He snapped. He was now standing aside of the couch doing hand gesturing, and making sure I understood everything he was saying.

"Bae, calm down for a second. I don't want you t-" I was trying to calm him down but he lashed out.

"What the fuck you mean calm down? You don't want me to what? Wake Donovan up? Hell! He probably ain't even mines. Why should I give a fuck? Tell me." His voice got louder with every sentence. Right now I was shaking, but I wasn't going to give up.

"Dj, don't yell at me. I'm just trying to to help make things better... Sitting here yelling and being mad isn't going to fix the fact you don't know if your the father or not! Can we just go take this damn test?" I asked getting a bit annoyed.

"Man whatever. I'm about sick of all this bullshit." He grabbed his keys and stormed out the house. I sighed and picked up Donovan. We can I got to the car, Dj was texting away on his phone. I rolled my eyes and strapped Donovan in the back seat safely. I looked at his smoove skin and kissed his forehead. He was so adorable.

After I was done with my moment, I got in the car and Dj finally pulled off toward the direction of the nearest clinic. "Look Dj. I'm not trying to be mean or add stress, but how do you feel about Clayton at this point?"

He ran his hand over his face, while the other one was still on the stirring wheel. "At the point , I don't even know. I'm just taking it. I can't be mad cause I lowkey did the same shit to you." He got quiet for a second, "I asked Clayton to meet us at the Clinic so he could take the test too."

"What if it's neither of y'all baby? Y'all need to think of the possibilities." I informed him. I wasn't trying to think negative, but ya know. What if?