I didn't want to trap a player (Urban Romance)

Prologue

.Being in love is... amazing, life changing and something new.

You put in so much effort and heart into someone just hoping they give the same back, that’s exactly what I hoped from him; it’s all I wanted but young love is never the same thing is it?

“Push baby! I see her head” Mum whimpered pretty much in tears.

I’ve never felt so weak in my live that the moment I made that final push I felt rejuvenated and free but in the same breath awaiting the new load of responsibility that came next, the doctor did their routine checks on her and the moment I heard her cries fill the room I knew that was my baby.

“You’re a mama now” Papi grumbled causing mum to elbow him in his chest and my sister Michelle to give him the evil eye, he was the traditional Puerto Rican man and he didn’t believe in babies before marriage, especially that the dad hopefully would never be around.

The nurse placed her on my chest and it all became so real, she was beautiful she had my jet black hair and her skin was all pink just like mine when I was a newborn so she’d be caramel soon enough, my heart ached when her eyes just subtly parted and the green/grey popped up making even Michelle gasp.

She had his eyes.

“Alicia she’s so beautiful” My mum cooed stroking her hair, “She gon’ be having the fella’s in a minute” We all laughed apart from Papi who wasn’t amused.

I hopelessly stared at him and he avoided eye contact, his expression just spelt the word disappointment, “You wanna hold your granddaughter Papi?” I asked and he went straight to wrap her in her blanket and gently lifter her off me and the first smile appeared on his face and he started to sing to her in Spanish.

My dad was full Puerto Rican and my mum was from Trinidad making me and my sister half black and half Hispanic, I took more from my mum side as I was caramel and quite curvy standing at 5’7  but had my long jet black lock that was pretty much bone straight while my sister was quite pale, curvy too, 5’5 but had extremely tight curled hair and she looked the spitting image of dad.

“What you gunna name her?” Michelle asked in awe of my baby.

“Anaya” Making my dad smile once more, it was my grandma’s name.

Papi turned and raised an eyebrow, “Surname?” he was fishing for any information on Anaya’s dad but I wasn’t biting, he doesn’t need to be involved.

  “Anaya Silva. Of course”, I stated making him simply roll his eye, Silva was our family name and it was usually tradition that children take their father’s surname, but if he’s not needed it shouldn’t matter.

6 weeks later.

“Nino’s having Ninos!” Papi shouted to mum (Ninos meant children).

“She’s nineteen Mario! Give it a damn rest! She can go to school and we can take care of Anaya while she studies”