𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

021.

( forewarning )

the following chapter contains graphic content and might be sensitive to some readers, so if you're easily triggered, i forbid that you do NOT read on.

' 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟒, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 '
nasir and mika's residence ━━
brooklyn, new york !

"We're having a girl?" Pac grinned, the diamond stud on his left nostril shimmering as he placed his hand on top of my stomach. I wanted to smile and be happy that he was excited but my anger just wouldn't let that happen. I was furious that he would even act as if things were peaches and cream when he hadn't even seen me or our unborn child in two months.

He called me prior to arriving and asked to see me but I wasn't even sure if I was willing to speak with him but of course, he somehow convinced me. "Yes, I'm having a girl." I emphasized, causing him to step back, putting his hands up in surrender.

"I know you're mad at me but I didn't come here to argue, God, I don't wanna argue with you. I know I haven't been around like I was supposed to but what matters is I'm here now, right?" He was unbelievable, delusional even, and it sickened me to the core.

"I don't wanna argue either but do you seriously expect for me to be all fine and dandy when you haven't cared to see how me and my daughter were doing?" I tapped my feet against the hardwood floor before resting my hand against my aching lower back.

"Quit saying my because I put our baby in there. You didn't do that all by yourself. And sit down, you look stressed." He attempted to grab my hand but I quickly pushed him away defensively before taking a seat on the sofa on my own term.

"You think? You're the main cause of my fuckin' stress, Tupac." My hormones were going through the roof and I had no control over it whatsoever. I kicked my feet up and saying that they were swollen was most definitely an understatement. Pac's eyes landed on them before walking into the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I furrowed my eyebrows but he only ignored me before coming back into the living room with a bucket of steamy water. "Put your feet inside, I'm gonna give you a homemade foot massage." He ordered. I rolled my eyes at him before folding my arms the best way I knew how, she to my stomach taking up most of the space.

"Put your feet in the damn water, quit being so damn difficult." He clenched his jaws, clearly getting agitated with my stubbornness. I quickly put my feet in the water and watched him take a seat next to me.

"You're gonna soak your feet for about ten minutes and while you do that, we're gonna talk. Mind you, I said talk, not argue." I slowly nodded my head, letting him have the floor so he could speak his peace. Especially since he had a lot of explaining to do.

"Okay, I'm sorry for not being there these past two months but I'm here now. I'm gonna be here every step of the way because not only is that your daughter, but it's my daughter, nah, scratch that, it's our daughter. I wanna be there for every appointment and help pick out names and everything it takes to be a damn good father. I'm a fuck up, you ain't even gotta tell me that, but I'm gonna make sure that our babygirl is good." I was too focused on watching him speak, that his words were going in one ear and out the other.