With love, from O'shea

SIXTEEN (Part 2)

By the time, the mornin' came, I was hangin' off the bed. Love tossed n' turned all night, after we made love. Sup with her?

"Babygirl, c'mon, you needa move over." I whispered bumpin' her hip.

She grumbled shakin' her head, sleepin'. Bumpin' her again, she bumped me back; girl got hips like a damn football player. I got up anyway, and went to the kitchen. Today, I was definitely gon' ask Love, to marry me. Last night, Jinx dropped some shit, that I had been worryin' about for a while. I mean damn... Chris is really dead? Shit; I wonder if Eric gon' get caught up.

I, made a pot of coffee and placed a 'Presidential breakfast order' at the front desk. It would be here in twenty minutes. When Chris went "missing" I didn't feel bad, cause... he was well, the nigga shot me. I know back then I was hyped up and ready to get my own gun and shoot his ass. But, that died down and I eventually moved on.

Never, would I want someone to die. The fact that Jerry and Suge Knight had somethin' to do with it, says a lot. Damn, that's bad publicity, bad for record sales on Death Rows end and Ruthless. But... I ain't been contacted so hopefully, I don't get contacted; don't need all that drama again.

Sippin' my coffee I felt two arms wrap around my waist. It was Love. "Come back to bed." She mumbled into my back.

"Why? So you can knock me off the bed?" I laughed.

Love mumbled somethin' but I ain't hear her. The nice house keeping lady came with the breakfast. It was nice. Fresh flowers, orange juice, n' the whole nine.

Sittin' down I waited for Love. "Baby? You gon' eat?"

She shook her head makin' a twisted face. "Mmm, I ain't hungry."

"Really? I ain't put it on you last night?" I said, my mouth full.

Love flicked her tongue at me, then started to dry heave. "Yo, you good?"

"I gotta use the bathroom." Rushin' out the room she fled to the bathroom.

Worried, I followed in behind her. Hunched over the sink, Love was vomiting; roughly. I held her hair back.

"A'ight wassup? You been throwin' up for a minute."

She grunted turnin' away. "I'm- argggh."

Ew! Babygirl was not lookin' cute. "You what?"

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant!" She yelled, cryin' because she was throwin' up.

Yo. I let go of her hair, picked her up liftin' her feet off the ground, and bear hugged her. I couldn't be happier, I'mma be a father!

"Shea..."

I kissed her cheek repeatedly, rubbing her back, smiling from ear to ear.

"Shea!"

"Huh?" I asked peering back at her.

"Put me down."

"Gimme a kiss!" I leaned in, but smelled her breath. "Nah, brush ya teeth first."

I laughed hard as hell, as she mugged me once I put her down.

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Pregnant, my girl is pregnant! Love ate a little somethin', after I kept on in behind her.

Chillin' in the room, my head resting on her lap. Her fingers playin' in my hair.

"So..." She began, tapping my nose.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant Shea." Love giggled.

I grinned, like a kid. "I know, we finally gon' be a family."