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Chapter 20 - In the Middle

Jason POV

| Dulan's on Crenshaw Soul Food Restaurant |

Los Angeles, CA

I pulled up into a vacant parking space before turning the engine off and hopping out of the car. It's been three days since Daijah texted me with that nonsense saying she's pregnant. It's like whenever E'mani and I find ourselves back in one another's life, something comes along to mess that shit up. I know for sure if E'mani gets whiff of this, we would never be anything.

I took one last look at myself in the window, which showed my reflection of today's fit; a faded Yellow Ralph Lauren Polo, All white true religion jeans with a matching pair of Nike FoamPosites. I thought I looked pretty damn good I must say so myself. Pressing the car alarm on my key fob, I began to walk towards the restaurant. With each step, I could feel my heart pounding. In a short distance, I could see the small building with palm trees swaying across the top of it with the signs, "Taste Our Soul Food" and The Square sign with a white background that Read "Dulan's" in green cursive and the words "Soul Food" in bold, red lettering.

I opened the door and was greeted with smiling faces of two older, slightly overweight woman. "Welcome to Dulan's. Today's special is Fried Catfish, corn and okra."

"Hey Ladies." I spoke with a smile. "I'm actually here to meet someone."

"Is it the young lady ova yonda?" the brown skin slightly overweight woman asked as she head nodded towards the seating area.

I looked to my right and saw Daijah sitting at the table wearing a baby blue sun dress with a white cropped jean jacket. Her hair was curly beautifully as it fell past her shoulders. She had her legs cross, wiggling her right leg as she scrolled through her phone.

"Yeah. That's her. Thank you, ladies,".

I head nodded before walking away and approaching Daijah's table. She looked up from her phone as I took a seat, pulling my chair in.

"Took you long enough.", she said with an attitude.

"I had some shit to take care of." I replied back with slight annoyance. "I aint come here for the small talk. I want us to get right to the point."

"Okay asshole. I'm pregnant and its yours. Conversation over.", Daijah said as she leaned back in the Cherrywood chair and crossed her arms.

I gritted my teeth as I stared at Daijah, who stared back with a blank look. she had no emotion in her face what's so ever.

"How far along are you?"

"Far enough to know you're the daddy."

"Daijah." I sighed. "I'm beginning to think this is some sick ass ploy for you to make me fuck with you again. Cause if so, you can dead that thought for real."

"Ha!" Daijah laughed as she threw her head back. "Please don't flatter yourself. Don't sit here and act like once upon a time you weren't all up on me. You just don't want me to be pregnant cause you finally fuckin with my sister again."