Hakeem and I had been back and forth for a week. But we never let it mess with our professional life.
Me: I'm going down there after Christmas.
Hakeem: You a fake! You said I got a month to be with you and you barely been here a week and wanna leave.
Me: Nigga, this is business! When you be doing you in the studio, I don't complain!
I was dead ass scared cause he had that look in his eyes and his hand was twitching. The kitchen was on the other side of the house which meant running pass him so knives were out of the question. If I tried to get to the stairs, he'd roll my ass back down them and there weren't any weapons in the room that I could use.
Hakeem: You on some shit if you think I'mma leave weapons around.
Me: Cause you know I'll beat ya ass!
Hakeem: Nah. You'll try to fight but you'll lose.
This nigga really testing me.
Me: Nah. I'll kill ya ass and that's on God!
A pounding broke us out of our moment. I fixed my crazy looking hair and cleared my throat. Ain't nobody gotta know what's going on. Fame is fame. Hakeem opened the door and Jamal rushed in with Daysha.
Jamal: I need y'all to watch her for like a cuppa hours.
Hakeem: We busy.
I faked a giggle then secretly glared at Hakeem.
Me: He's joking but frfr when did you get back from tour?!
Jamal: About two days ago. Taking a Christmas break.
Hakeem: Ma can watch her.
Jamal: Ma got meetings.
I took the sleeping girl in my arms and her bag. I shouldn't even be lifting weights, it could hurt the two month old egg growing in me and I haven't even told anybody.
Jamal: Look who's getting thick!
Me: Nigga get to your interview!
I flipped him the bird and walked away. I wasn't in the mood for their crap. I hear the door close as I place her down in the guest bedroom we have on the first floor.
Hakeem: Bitch I told you!
Me: Nigga my niece is sleeping; hush.
Hakeem: It ain't rice and cabbage that's making you thick, it ain't my dick that's making you thick. So what is it?
Me: It's nun.
Hakeem: I bet you gon meet ya side nigga in Atlanta-
I slapped him, he almost fell. I ran, I wasn't bout to let him hurt my egg do I ran.
Hakeem: I'mma wait on ya ass.
Me: Wait for what huh? You been on my ass like white to rice so come at me now.
Hakeem: You getting fat; I know it, you know it and it's driving you crazy. It got you fucking shit up!
Me: I'm not fat! I'm pregnant! Two freaking months to be exact!
He walked off and came back ten minutes later. I rolled my eyes and groaned, this antic was getting boring.
Hakeem: Funny. How the hell you gon be pregnant and was on tour?
Me: That day you met me on tour and you stayed for like three days.
Hakeem: How?
Me: Pregnancy test, Hakeem. I took seven of those niggas and all said positive.
I ran upstairs and got the items out my hiding spot. When I got back downstairs, he was sitting against the wall; crying. I shoved the plastic bag in his face and he took it. Best believe all seven said positive.
Hakeem: Why the hell you let me throw you and my child around like that?
Me: Cause I'm not having this baby—
Hakeem: Aisha Alicia Lyon, you having MY child.
Me: I'm not having this baby. I'm not ruining what I've worked so hard far!
I might sound conceited but this baby ain't ready for this world. I know I should have more faith but I wasn't ready and I needed to work on my life before I have a child.
Daysha: Auntie!
I loved that squeal. How she got out of the room, I would never know.
Me: Hey sweetie. Daddy dropped you off here for a lil fun day.
Daysha: Yayy! Can we make cookies?
Hakeem: How bout you go wash your hands and get a juice box while I talk to auntie.
Daysha ran off towards the kitchen, squealing and giggling.
Hakeem: When were you going to tell me about this?
Me: After I got it removed.
Hakeem: So you were going to abort my child, tell me then runoff to Atlanta?
He was fuming but I couldn't let Daysha know something was going on. She was a kid for Pete's sake and kids talk.
Me: I was gonna go to Atlanta, meet up with Star and get it removed down there.
Hakeem got up and walked out the door so I followed him but by the time I got out there, he was driving out of the driveway. When I got returned, Daysha was looking at the tests and talking to who seemed to be Cookie on the phone.
Cookie: Give the phone to auntie, baby.
Why was she face timing in the first place?
Me: Hey, Cookie (nervously)
Cookie: So I'm getting a grand baby?
Me: Um um
Cookie: Luscious! My baby is pregnant!
No! Now everybody bout to know and then I won't be able to abort it.
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Daysha and I sauntered into Empire, I wanted to know why Cookie was with Luscious and she wanted to know about the pregnancy.
Cookie: Get yo ass in here!
She shouted and dreagged me to the conference room. Luscious, Cookie, Jamal, Andre, Andre's new girlfriend and Hakeem sat in front of me. I glared at Hakeem and he returned it.
Luscious: So?
Me: So while I was in tour, I found out that I'm one to two months pregnant.
Jamal: And you ain't tell nobody
Hakeem: She wanted to–
Me: I wanted to be sure and wanted to make it a Christmas surprise.
I had to cut him off real quick. I wasn't bout to let him ruin shit for me.
Me: So why are WE here?
Cookie: So there are three girls at Midtown in Atlanta.
Me: Yeah, I heard about them.
I couldn't let them know that I knew about Take 3. I wanted them signed to Lyon Dynasty but I kinda wanted them all to myself. Selfish, I know.
Cookie: Well we're trying to get them signed with one of us but we need to send one of y'all down there.
Me: I can go, I have nothing to do anyways.
Luscious: You have my grandbaby to take care of–
Me: Baby isn't born yet so I can go.
Hakeem: Andre can do it.
Me: Nah, I'm doing it. I can't stay cooped up cause I'm pregnant.
Solution to getting rid of baby:
Go to Atlanta and handle Take 3, abort the baby and call it a miscarriage.
Luscious: Hakeem will go with you then.
Me: I can handle three girls. I handled that boy group last year–
Cookie: Girl you pregnant.
Me: Please let ME do this and plus... Hakeem has his studio work put down for him.
I ended up getting the 'ok' to go down to Atlanta and sign Take 3. This was my time to shine.
