In Truth|MJ Fanfic|COMPLETED

C5 •next level shit•

Feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain't really like me
Can't control my anxiety
Feeling, like I'm touching the ceiling
When I'm with you I can't breathe
Boy, you do something to me

YEAR 2018, March 22

MICHAEL
After last night and putting an end to the bullshit of the past, Calida and I talked all night long. And, as a man of honesty, I did bring up the baby situation with Ta'Keya's ass. I told her everything I felt she should know and what she wanted to know because I didn't want to keep that typa shit a secret when I'm tryin' to win her over, especially have her find out from social media or someone on the street. That wasn't gon' fly with me at all and I wasn't tryin' to have her lookin' stupid by any means.

After I had left her house, which was well into three in the fuckin' morning, I had so many ideas runnin' through my head. I needed to come up with something to make it up to her. I wanted to take her out and do somethin' lil fun, but Gary ain't have too much shit to offer a nigga to do that. Since Chicago was only twenty five miles outside of the city, I figured I could find out some hot spots there and plan a lil' somethin'-somethin' for us later. I was gon' keep it a surprise, though.

Now that it was well into the early morning of the day, my boys had decided to come over and they came just in time when breakfast got done. What a fuckin' coincidence. I was glad they were here 'cause I had to spill the shit to them about ol' girl and let them know wassup between Calida and I. Looking at things from her perspective last night and many times before, I could really understand why she felt the way she felt about them and I needed for them to know that things were gon' be running a lot different, shit is gon' stay in the past, and they gon' show her some respect.

And not just because she's gon' be 'round me, but the fact she deserves it. All that old shit was and is dead. She was willing to forgive them as my homeboys and as people she may see on a regular basis. Holding grudges was thrown out the window. I wanted for her to feel comfortable around them while she was with me at all times. Soon enough, she was gon' be my girl and I am determined to change up anything just for her and her happiness.

"Bro, you got it smellin' good up in hea!" Fredo exclaims, sitting at my kitchen island as well as Darius.

"Is dat why yo' black ass over here at my crib at 9:31 in the mornin'?" I ask him with a laugh as I reach over to the knob and turning off the stove. I set the small pot of grits to the side and grabbed for the packs of Kraft Singles cheese from the counter nearby to put in the steaming pot.

"Man," he smack his lips, "now you know me better than dat."

"Do I really?" I retorted, "anyway, y'all niggas betta be glad I made enough grits, eggs and sausages or else y'all asses was gon' starve to death. And, if none of you niggas don't like cheese in ya grits, oh goddamn well."

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"So, Keya really claimin' you the father of her baby?" DJ asks me with a raised brow and I nod my head, finishing the rest of my eggs.

"Man, yeah. Like, I don't believe her ass 'cause I ain't the only mothafucka who been smashin' her hoe ass. I hit it raw once or twice months ago. Dat's. It." I explained myself getting up to throw away my paper plate in the trash ben.

"Then it's more than likely that she's lyin', my nigga. She's a month pregnant and if you hit it raw months before then the timing is off. The baby can't be yours."