Savanna Thomas, pregnant and alone.
At the age of twenty two, savanna discovered she was pregnant by her long time boyfriend Emani Samuels. Emani was the typical hood nigga; who loved running the streets and doing his girl dirty. Savanna couldn't c...
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May 3rd, 2018 North Long Beach, California
Malachi Jones
"You got a lil sum right there," I told savanna.
"I do?" She patted her face with the napkin and still managed to miss the spot.
"I got it mama," I grabbed my napkin and reached up, carefully wiping her mouth. "You good, now."
She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I mumbled to her, sitting back in my chair.
I had all my cards laid out in front of me. I had wine, candles, music, and I cooked the food myself.
But in all honesty, I just wanted to prove to her that I'm trynna do right, because lord knows I be fucking up.
"The pastas good, you mind if I get some more?" She asked.
I chuckled. "Nah, I'll get it for you."
I reached for her plate but she grabbed it.
"No, it's okay. I got it, you did all this."
I smirked. "Be my guest, baby."
She smirked and got up from the table and walked over into the kitchen.
I couldn't lie, she looked good. Earlier when she called me, I told her to dress up because I seen her casual before and I wanted shit to be different this time.
She wore this white lace, body hugging dress that stopped just below her ass that was poking the fuck out, by the way. Her long brown hair was curled and pulled into a low ponytail and her makeup was natural and I was practically drooling over her.
I wore a blue silk button down and pair of olive green trues and my white air forces. I slipped on two of my gold chains and my bottom grill and I was set.
I wanted to look good for her, and she looked good for me so It was a win win.
Soon, she appeared back at the table with a plate piled high with pasta.
Damn, baby could eat.
I liked that though, I hated when females was scared to eat around niggas. Like, I loved to eat, baby we could tear that shit up together.
"Sorry if I took a lot." She mumbled.
I shook my head. "Nah, you good. I cooked for you, take as much as you want."
She smiled and looked over at me.
"So tell me, why clothing?" She shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth.
I bit my bottom lip and took a drink from my wine glass.
"When I was younger, my momma and daddy ain't have a lot of money so we couldn't really buy nice, reliable clothes, you feel me?"
