Charm is a twenty two year old, go getter that works at The Lion's Den club. What will happen when her high school crush Zion come back in town with his soon to be pregnant wife Ruth?
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Ruth and I sat in the clinic waiting for the test results to come back.
I was tapping my feet impatiently until the lady in the blue scrubs came from behind the counter with a yellow folder.
"Are you ready?" the dark skin female asked as she sat down in an empty chair beside Ruth and I.
"Yeah ready as I'll ever be" I said with confidence, rubbing my hands together.
"Your Zion King correct?" the lady asked I nodded "blood and flesh" I said chuckling "it says here that...Zack King is 99.9% your child" I frowned wondering how is that even possible.
I ain't even really did anything sexual to Ruth but maybe teasing her or so with just a little bit of action but, not the full course experience.
Ruth had been smiling at me I could tell from the corner of my eye "I told y-" I quickly cut her off "Ruth...don't make me act an fool up in here" I said not in the mood for her bull crap.
The lady stared at us two before slowly scooting out the seat "well I'm uh check these files out....cause you know that's my job" she said slowly walking towards the back.
"Why are you trying to embarrass me while we out in public..." Ruth had said "I ain't doing a darn thing, if anything you embarrassed yourself when you came out the house today thinking you was going to prove a point" she had burst into laughter tilting her head at me.
"But...I did though" I furrow my eyebrows wanting to slap that shitty grin off her face "we all knew you was nervous cause you knew that child could of been Roosevelt's as well so miss me with that bs" I said lifting out the chair "Say what you want Zion but just know that child support forms will be served to you" I rolled my eyes "that's how you know your hoe ass so greedy...Roosevelt giving you the world yet you rather make little old me miserable" I said "you made yourself miserable when you wanted to glaze and all the unnecessary junk"
I stared at the paper once again seeing it read 99.9% pop it don't stop what you twerking with.
Ruth quickly answer her phone walking out of the clinic. That was my cue to go before she comes back honestly.
Charm
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