True Love With A Real Thug Part 2

I Thought...

Sanchez POV:

It's finally 9 o'clock and everybody still sleep. I'm up thinking. Monae spilled the beans and told me her secret now I gotta tell her mine. I shake her and she starts waking up. "Monae baby I gotta tell you some stuff. Wake up." I say, we got a lot of talking to do. "Wassup." She says. "Um when I tell you this please don't trip." I say. "Ok." She says.

"Well, I have hella money everywhere, in different states. I own 2 strip clubs and a casino." I tell her. "Ok so why would I trip?" She asks. "There's more. When you and I first started talking I was fuckin this lil hoe and she got pregnant. He's mine and he's 3 months." I say. She starts shaking her head and she chuckles. "I thought you was single." She says. "I was. I was just getting my dick wet. Im sorry." I say. "Your sorry means nothing to me." She says. "You know what? I can't even be mad. This was before me so I need to chill." She says. "Ok well that's all. I just wanted you to know." I say. "Ok." She says and gets up and walks away. "Where you going?" I ask. "To cook." She says while walking out the door. Damn. I actually got a good one, I can't fuck this up.

Monae POV:

I wanna cry I swear. I hate this shit. I can't handle all these emotions. Im in the kitchen just thinkin and trying to deal with all this. I know if my mama finds out im dead. I grab some pancake mix, add water, and mix it up. I bend over to get a pan and as soon as I turn around Chez is behind me. "Ahh!" I yell. "Boy really?!? You scared me." I tell him. "Im sorry. I just wanna make sure you ok." He says. "Im fine." I say. "No your not baby. Honestly, tell me what part of what I told you hurt you." He says. "None of what you said hurt me. The fact that you kept all this from me for 8 months blows me." I say. "I thought you wouldn't wanna be with me once I told you." He says. I blow. "Well you thought wrong." I say. "I see." He says. I don't even reply, I just keep cooking. He stands and watches me the whole time. Im almost done cooking when Tyrone comes downstairs. "Good morning niggas!" He yells. We both say good morning back and laugh. Christy comes right behind him. I wink at her and say good morning. She chuckles and says good morning back. "Christy come help me fix plates. Boys sit y'all asses down." I say. "Damn yes ma'am." Tyrone says and laughs. Christy comes inti the kitchen and grabs the plates off the counter. "Did y'all fuck??" I ask her smiling. "No. I want to though." She says. We both laugh and start fixing plates. The boys are in the living room so we take them their plates. "What's going on with y'all? Y'all ain't said 2 words or even looked at each other." Tyrone says me. "Ask yo boy. I told him I ain't tripping." I tell Tyrone while looking at Chez. "I ain't tripping either, just quiet." Chez says. "If y'all fuckers ain't tripping, kiss each other or something. Do that weird shit y'all normally do." Tyrone says. We both laugh and Chez gets up and comes sit in my lap. "See." Tyrone says. We all burst out laughing. "Ouch! Oh shit." Christy yells. We look over at her and blood is all on her sweats. "Chez move I gotta take her to the hospital." I say. I grab her, my keys and my phone and leave.

Remember Christy pregnant y'all.