After a botched marriage proposal, followed by a startling revelation from Blayne, both she and Rocky's relationship is left hanging in the balance, when the two decide to take a step back and reevaluate themselves.
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Rocky
"Yo, you aight bruh?"
"Hey....Rocky?"
"Rock...Rocky?"
"Huh? Yeah wasup?" I replied, slowly looking up at Ferg.
"Yo, I said are you good?" He questioned, sitting down beside me.
"Naw man...I'm not" I replied honestly.
I hadn't had adequate sleep since seeing B three days ago.
I couldn't.
"I couldn't stop thinking about her, or the fact that she was pregnant.
Is pregnant.
I was still coming to grips with this shit.
All of it.
We of course weren't together at this point, and I honestly didn't know what was going through this girls mind. She was ignoring every call, every text, everything. The only thing she did respond to was what time her appointment was.
In two hours.
It was now eight fifteen, and I was counting down the hours.
I've never been up this fucking early,so I decided to crash at the stu with Ferg and Nast. I'd told them about the situation and they were of course supportive.
Excited even.
I on the other hand was happy, but this feeling didn't really last, given Blayne's history with losing children. In this case though, I've been doing my own research for the past few days, and from my timeline, as well as Blayne's, the baby was conceived back in London...In October.
More than likely on my birthday.
I believed this child to be mine, no questions asked, but moms still requested that I get a maternity test, which I agreed with just to keep shit solid. I had no doubt though, the timeline fit like a glove.
"Well it's almost about that time, you know?" Ferg said, bumping my shoulder.
I just nod, leaning back on the black couch I was currently sitting on, before leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
"Hey...your gonna be alright dude...you and her....shit that girl love you, that I do know" Ferg chuckled.
"Naw....shorty hate a nigga... dead ass man" I groaned, picking with the couch.
Ferg smacked his lips.
"Naw man...okay...well, she may hate you now, but trust me that shit a subside"
