Celebrity Imagines

Positive

Y/N P.O.V

I sat on the bathroom counter, biting my nails nervously. I bounced my legs absentmindedly. My only question being 'How did this happen?'

I answered my own question when I thought back to the day I'd dropped Kairi off for father and daughter time.

~Third Person Narrative~

Y/N walked to the doorstep of her baby father's home in Harlem. She rang the doorbell three times before he finally opened up.

"Damn were you shitting or something?" she complained

"Girl...shut up."

"Ain't no shut up. You had me and my baby waiting out in the cold." she retorted. She placed Kairi, who was asleep on her chest onto the living room couch and carefully removed her snow suit.

"Whatever, man. Why you always got an attitude when you dropping my baby off?"

"I do not always have an attitude. Fuck outta here." she mumbled.

"Yo keep talking shit." he warned.

"Or what...?" she taunted. She waited for a reply. "Oh that's what I thought." she rolled her eyes and placed Kairi in her play pen on the other side of the room.

While she was bent over the edge of the baby's pen, Dave had moved behind her and started feeling on her body.

"Boy, if you don't get off of me," she nudged him away slightly.

"Nah, I'm about to fix your little attitude problem. You some act right." he placed his hands around her waist and placed his lips on her neck.

"Sto-" she was interrupted by her own gasping as one of his hands reached into her pants and rubbed her awaiting heat slowly. She hummed in satisfaction.

Dave chuckled into her skin, knowing he had convinced her to stay and have a good time.

Y/N P.O.V

Fuck.

There's my answer. I picked up the pregnancy test with two thick red lines. A clear indicator that I am in fact pregnant.

I have to call him over. The last thing I needed was to get pregnant again, especially get pregnant by Dave of all people. He's my baby father for a reason. We couldn't work things out as a couple because of his fidelity issues. Therefore, we decided to co-parent. We agreed that Kairi deserves to have both parents in her life no matter what and then we promised to remain friends.

Now shit is a little bit more complicated. How am I supposed to just lay this on him?

I sighed and picked up my phone. I looked through my contacts and tapped on  "Kairi's Father 🙄".

His phone rang about three times before he picked up,

"Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"Hey, uh, can you come over?"

"What's wrong with Kairi...?" he asked nervously.

"Dave, she's fine I just need to talk to you."

"Aight, I'm just up the street I'll be there in a few minutes." he responded.

We ended the call with goodbyes and I exited the bathroom. I went to Kairi's room to check on her. I quietly moved towards her crib and saw that she was still asleep. I looked down at my precious baby and smiled. I stared at her curly brown hair, chubby cheeks and two front teeth. She's a spitting image of her father. This is what Dave and I created not too long ago. She is so perfect and I'm blessed to have her. Which made me think about what was happening in my belly as we speak.

I kissed her on the cheek and exited her room.

The moment I stepped out, knocking sounded on my door. I jogged to the front door. I opened up and there he was. I have to admit he looks like a fucking snack. It made me feel like the first time we met all over again.

"Hey..." I said shyly. I wiped the sweat from hands onto my my jeans and stepped back to invite him in.

He walked in silently as I shut the door.
"So, you wanted to talk...?"

Dave P.O.V

"You might want to sit down for this one." she explained.

"Okay..." I sat on the couch and Y/N sat beside me. I looked at her face and admired every feature. She has a special kind of beauty. Not the kind of beauty Dr. Miami puts together. Y/N's is the kind of beauty that is authentic inside and out. It took me a while to realize that. After dealing with all those money hungry hoes at the clubs, I realized that Y/N was the one all along.

"David, I'm just gonna say it. I'm pregnant." she winced a little and waited for my response. When I didn't say anything, she just continued to speak.
"This may be as surprising to you as it is to me. And I know Kairi is only a year old, but I don't feel right getting rid of it. If I had in the first place, then we wouldn't have our daughter. I just believe it was in God's plan for this to happen and I don't have it in me to undo God's work." she stated honestly.

"What are smiling for?" she asked.

"It worked." I smiled brighter. I could tell she was getting irritated.

"What worked?" her eyes squinted into a glare. I leaned forward a little and prepped my response.

"Listen, to be honest I've missed what we had. I'm ready for commitment. I've worked on my faithfulness and now I'm ready to work on us."

"So, you got me pregnant on purpose to tell me this?!"

"No, it's not like that," I corrected, "When we had sex I wasn't planning any of this. I just wanted to have you cause ya ass was looking fat in them jeans...and to be blunt, I was horny as fuck. But after we did it how we did it...I was positive that I really needed you back in my life. You are the only girl I ever made love to. You're the mother of my only child. I think you're the love of my life. I'm serious when I tell you that I love you, Y/N. And you know it's hard for a hood nigga like me to admit that. Now that you're pregnant, it just gives me more of a reason to work on us and our family."

"David...are you serious? I don't want to go through the same shit again." she argued.

"Babygirl, I promise you I've changed. And I know you miss a nigga just as much as a nigga missed you."

She rolled her eyes playfully, "I don't know, David," she grinned.

"You need some more of that act right to change ya mind?" I proposed. Feeling up her thigh and leaning in to kiss her lips.

She thought for a minute as we kissed and pulled away out of breath, "Fuck it, I'm already pregnant."