My Baby Daddy

Lucky Is Back?

"Baby it's been a century and a day.", I whine to my best friend.

"Bitch it's been a week and a couple hours, get over yourself.", she snapped as she Layed back and rubbed her tummy.

Couldn't even be mad at her, she's pregnant and frustrated with me. But she loves me so she's gonna stay.

"It feels like a century though.", I mumble into the pillow as I put my head down.

I hear her suck her teeth and struggle to get up. Yeah she's that damn big. Baby is now pregnant with her first child, guess who's the father.

"I'm going to get something to eat, I'll bring your lonely ass something back.", she says as she picks up a sleeping King and carries him downstairs to her car.

'Fine steal my baby, Ion care.', I think to myself as I watch her leave.

"Why am I so stuck on this nigga?", I think to myself as I get up and sigh.

Walking to the living room, I lay on the couch and search through the channels. I get up to answer my ringing phone.

"Hello", I say into the phone.

"Look I love you, but were going to be staying at my place tonight.", she says stuffing her face.

"Cool I guess, but my food?", I ask.

"On the counter.", she says and hangs up.

"Bitch came in my house, and left with my child.", I mumble .

Laying on the couch, I close my eyes realizing I didn't have anything to worry about or do. When I finally started to relax, of course my damn phone starts ringing off the damn hook!

I sigh heavily, getting up and dragging my feet to my room. Answering the phone on the very last ring, just to be aggy, I put the phone to my ear and raise an eyebrow.

"Hello?", I say with a hint of attitude.

"Look, I know you ain't heard from your fuck boy baby daddy in a while, and nobody know where he at.", he starts the conversation making me more alert.

"Who the hell is this, and what the fuck do you know?", I ask in a serious tone, hatred and frustration laced in my voice.

"Lucky baby! Damn, anyway...", he was cut off as soon as heard his name.

"Man Lucky the fuck is you doing on my line again?! I know the last time you fucked with my shit, your ol scary ass went ghost on us for a long ass time, oh wait you ain't go ghost. You was in the fucking hospital for being a sneaky ass fuck boy!", by this point I was screaming.

Let me take this back, I know y'all confused with who the hell this ole punk bitch is. Well, Lucky is that nigga that knows everyone, everything, and all the best gossip. We swear this nigga got his momma's genes running up and down the street finding shit out and telling everybody about it. We call him Lucky cause we say e lucky he ain't get his ass blasted on for fucking around and telling everybody business.

Anywho, one day Lucky was strolling around obviously high as a kite, just talking to everybody. We was all around 16,17, maybe 18 or 19. I was 16 and chilling with my best friend, and my bae. Trey and Cam, you never gonna believe who was in the friendzone.

Well, we was all chilling one day, and I decided to walk to the store right? So as I'm walking to the store, Lucky ole natural duck face looking ass just had to follow me. Now ain't nothing wrong with Lucky, he just crazy nosey, hella loud, and love to talk shit about any and everybody! That's a no no boo, get shit T'F up if you want to. So I get to the store, and I start picking up all the shit I want. Being around Cam and Trey, I'm showered in gifts and money that I don't need/want but I have to have it, so niggas know not to fuck around with me. Not like Lucky and his loud ass mouth ain't help make that known anyway.

But as I get to the register, Lucky is all behind me, rubbing up on my ass and shit like he won't get blasted on without a hesitation. He started pulling me out the store, after I had my shit together, to this creepy ass looking trap. Now I been to almost every trap up here, but this shit here.... Something wasn't right. I started trying to fight back, and go home, but Lucky is a big ass dude. He was cool people so ain't nobody pay me any mind when he threw me across his shoulder, and kept it moving. I was kicking and screaming for help, cause honestly I wasn't in any way, position, or form ready to fight this nigga .

Lil Ty seen what was up, and jetted off to tell Cam. Everybody in the hood, ghetto, rundown suburban whatever you wanna call it, knew that Cameron would jump off a plane and super man his ass to me if I was in danger. Trey... He'd get there, maybe like a day later maybe. In a matter of seconds away from the door, I hear Cam let out a deep yet very loud roar almost.

This was the first time, I had ever seen him like this. He never wanted me to see the street side of him, but really it made me want him more.

Well long story short, Cam beat the fuck out of Lucky, got arrested cause Lucky had 5-0 in the weird ass trap thing, and I ended up bailing him out.

That night was the night, I had realized my feelings for Cam. I didn't notice how much I had lived him, until the thought of never seeing him again was in my head. Trey wasn't so happy about that, so he went and got my 'best friend' pregnant.

A couple months down the road, I was pregnant by Cam and Lucky was labeled as dead and gone. Rumor had it was that he had moved to VA with his grandma. Ain't nobody seen or heard from him since, but I guess this little bitch is back.

"Man French, you wanna know where your nigga at or nah?!", he shouted obviously impatient. Better be happy I wanna know where he is, or I would've smacked the shit outta him though this damn phone.

I stayed quiet, biting my tongue and allowing him to go on.

"Trey and Trevor snatched him up, he was drunk at the club and they took that as a chance to fuck him up. Word is that he was flew to Cali and he ain't got no money.", he explained nonchalantly. Which was weird cause he always hype to tell somebody something.

"Yeah, okay. Trevor's supposed to be dead, Trey been all quiet for, like ever now so why should I believe any of this. And if that's not good enough, I can hear the gun getting ready to fire through the phone, so tell who ever thinks this shit is okay that I got the location and I'm on my way. Thanks for being a dumb ass though.", I say and hang up.

How dare this bitch try to set me up, not just me but my family too! Oh yeah, he about to get fucked up.

I got up and went to the attic, sighing and tearing up. 'Memories', I thought to myself as I picked up the box.

Pulling out the platinum pistol, with my name graved into the left side, I smile. I kiss the gun slowly and let my tears fall.

"Bonnie and Clyde, of 3005", I whisper to myself as I stand up and wipe my tears.

This gun was given to me by Cam when he realized I was gonna ride for him no matter what. It's been a while, but the memories are still fresh in my mind. I swear I love him much more than I should.

I giggle at all the silly times we've had and walk down to the living room. I immediately get suspicious.

My tv was on, the kitchen light was off, and the door was closed enough for you to think it was closed; but it's still open.

There's a mother fucker in my house.

"Baby Girl, I think it's time you get lucky with Lucky.", He whispered behind me.

"Nah I think it's time you give me back my partner.", I hear an all to familiar voice say from the kitchen.

Well I'd be damned.