White Knight [Editing]

37.

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I walked in after the girls and sat on the couch as they had their time with Bryan. His attitude earlier was absolutely disgusting. I can't believe he was freaking about something I barely had control over.

"Mom."

"Yes, Jet?"

"Bryan said he can decorate one of his rooms in this house for me, and one for Monroe. Can he?" She begged.

I rolled my eyes, "He can do as he damn pleases."

"Oooooook." She said before drawing her attention back to Bryan.

I looked down at the gift I had for Bryan. I was going to give it to him back home but then all this happened. I don't even know when the right time is anymore.

I felt my stomach growling before checking the time. It is near lunch and my appetite is killer. "Are you girls hungry?" I asked as I stood up.

"Yeah, can I get burgers and fries?" Jet requested. I nodded my head and looked at Monroe. "Chicken sandwich with fries and a smoothie."

"Oh, I want a smoothie too." Jet added.

I gave them the thumbs up and sighed before asking Bryan if he wanted a smoothie as well. He can't eat solids according to the doctors.

"Yeah." He answered.

"What kind?"

"Pina Colada."

"Strawberry."

"Mango."

I mentally noted their request and went about my way. On the way, I called Tamar to calm my nerves. Last thing I need is stress.

Toni:
Hey, Tay.

Tamar
Hey, babe. How are you?

I'm about to kill my boyfriend who is already on his deathbed to be honest.

I missed like ten chapters, fill me in.

B got shot and I rushed all the way to his house in Florida to see him. He starts an argument with me about Kenny putting a audiotape of Kenny fucking me in one of his songs. Apparently that's how the whole shootout started. Now I'm getting him and the girls something to eat because I'm a fucking nice ass bitch.

I don't mean to ignore everything else, but something feels like its missing. Just off bestfriend intuition.

I'm fucking pregnant.

Bingo, bitch! I knew there was a good ending to this bullshit.

I need advice. I might kill this man before he even becomes a father.

Considering I have to make a business call in three minutes, I'll speed through. One, go eat. Two, go tell Bryan to stop worrying about something neither of you can control now. Three, if that doesn't work, drop the pregnancy bomb. It will kill all arguments.

You're crazy.

Love you, bitch. Bye.

Bye.

So, Tamar was barely any help. My pregnancy announcement will not the charm of killing any argument.

I drove over to the nearest deli and picked up everything. There was a bit of a wait, but nothing I couldn't handle.

On the way back, I took the time to figure all this out. Bryan has never been so pissed and I'm pregnant.

Tamar's advice of dropping the pregnancy bomb during this bad time isn't smart. I don't know how he'll react to this especially after the way he reacting to the song and audiotape.

I have such limited amount of time to think about it too. I'm already a month in and from what I've read, I should be starting to show soon. I think.

Pulling up to the hospital, I saw Bryan's brother on the way in. The stupid in me made a decision that I regretted the second it came out, "Slim! How do I tell your brother that I'm pregnant."

The way he turned around was priceless and camera worthy.

"You're pregnant?"

That is what I said. I nodded with a grin.

He came up to the car and hugged me through the window. "Congrats, sis. Boy or girl?"

"Don't know for sure. Hoping it's a boy though. My girls are all the estrogen I need in the house." I laughed.

"Well..."

"Well, how do I tell Bryan? He's kind of upset with me right now." I said looking away. I didn't want to say why bec-

"Oh, yeah. The audiotape." He chupsed after saying that with solidified that he definitely knew.

"Yeah.. that."

There was an awkward silence. His aura was spewing disappointment... or disgust. I couldn't really grasp it but it was totally negative.

"I think you should just walk in there right now and say it. What's the worst that can happen? He turns over in the bed and weeps?"

I couldn't help but cackle. Slim's right. It's not like he can really run away, or walk for that matter.

"And what should I do about the audiotape? He's pissed."

He whispered something in my ear which was the perfect idea. I smiled and nodded. "You've just became my go-to for all my problems." I reached to the passengers seat and handed him the food.

I turned the car off and took the smoothies. "Come on, bestie. Your brother is about to find out he's becoming a father."

He followed me and prepped me the whole way to the room.

"Slim, I'm just gonna say it." I said before we got to the room.

"The floor is yours."

I walked and the girls cheered. "Finally!"

"Where have you been Mom? I'm starved."

I took a deep breath and spit it out.

"I'm pregnant."