It Continues with Our Legacy

F O R T Y - N I N E

ZALA - HILL

I spit out my drink as haylee walked in our apartment with a car seat, "the fuck take that shit back where you got it from."

"isn't she cute zala look." she goes sitting the car seat next to me making me sigh.

"is this another way of telling me you want a kid?" i asked putting my hand on my forehead. "you know how i feel about that."

she sighed, "just because we are gay doesn't mean that we can't adopt or have a sperm donor Zala." she said rolling her eyes. "i want a family zala."

"we just can't go to walmart and buy baby alives?"

she frowned and shook her head, "i want a child! not a damn doll zala. you're not conceiving i am." she mumbled playing with her nails.

"i don't want a child haylee and if you can't accept that than..."

"leave, yea i know." she mumbled shaking her head. "crazy how you can't do this one thing for me! but i do everything for you!" she snapped standing up.

"haylee ... we can't bring a damn baby in this world. we're literally arguing about stupid shit everyday!"

"WERE ARGUING ABOUT A DAMN CHILD THAT I WANT!" she snapped starting to yell. "i said not right this second but soon zala. shit were not getting any younger."

i rolled my eyes, "shit haylee if you want a damn child that bad, how about you go find another bitch or nigga that wants one cause you not getting shit from me!"

tears filled her eyes, "zal-"

"yes you do a lot of shit for me thanks but damn, i'm tired of arguing about a damn child that i don't fucking want and bringing these damn babies in and out of my house isn't gonna change my mind. i don't like kids and i don't fucking want them."

she scoffed, "fine." she said walking towards the door making me sigh.

"hay—" i sighed because i didn't want her to leave i just wanted her to stop bugging me about this damn baby stuff. i don't want one for many reasons.

"don't wait up. not like you'll be here anyway." she said slamming the door loud and hard as fuck.

"fuck." i groaned sitting down on the couch shaking my head.

i grabbed my phone and called jasmine inviting her over. in like ten minutes she was here with a blunt and a bottle of strawberry vodka.

"sounded like a mid life crisis." she said walking into the kitchen grabbing some red cups. "this isn't gonna effect your panic attacks right?"

"i don't have them shits no more." i mumbled sadly. "spark that blunt up."

"what's going on zala?" she asked putting the blunt between her lips and started sparking it up.

"haylee and this kid shit." i mumbled taking a puff shaking my head. "it's like when i told her i don't want a child shit went left."

"i mean she's a family girl Zala. that's something you knew when y'all started dating and i told you that was gonna be a future problem." she said shrugging. i tried giving her the blunt but she declined. "it's yours."

"i just...i don't want a family."

"can i ask you why! have you told haylee why?"

"no i just told haylee , i'm not a good fit mother so quit asking me...but it's more to it."

"explain." she said giving me her full attention.

"i don't know jas. my family just has a bad history of being no shit ass parents. my dad we never knew, he never wanted to meet us. i found out he past away like last year and he had three kids and a wife. my mom...choice a rapist over her own family , a rapist that raped her daughter and she acted as if she didn't know. she allowed it because of love. my fucking brother he started neglecting his family his own kids started to hate him...zaya, i guess she broke the cycle cause she didn't know but still...i'm scared." i mumbled shaking my head.