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"Mom, I told you. I'm not pregnant."

"Jalicia, obviously you lying! I had another dream about this pregnancy situation again." My mom said in a calm manner and I crossed my arms. I was just coming down to visit and discuss the plans for Thanksgiving, but here she was with the bullshit.

I didn't understand why she kept having them dreams and shit, like fuck that gotta do with me? I'm not pregnant, I kept telling myself that.

It wasn't that I wasn't ready for a baby—maybe I wasn't—but with so much going on right now, I was really not in the mood for pregnancy. Next week was Thanksgiving and I didn't have time to hear all that giving birth shit, I didn't even know anything about pregnancy.

Like I said, with what happened with Three, Kentrell, and me stressing out trying to pull myself together, pregnancy wasn't the time for me right now.

"Look, Jalicia. I'm not saying it's a problem if you get pregnant, I mean shit you're literally a grown woman now. But, at least tell me or tell me who the father is." She sighed. Then my father walked into the room just as she was finishing the sentence.

He had a bottle of water in his hand, and when I saw his face expression I sighed knowing what he was about to say next. "Who the father is? Jalicia you pregnant?!" He yelled and I sighed, shaking my head.

"No, daddy. You know how Mom is. She just be saying stuff." I sat on the top of the couch and Dareesha raised her eyebrow. "Oh, so having a dream for the second time about you being pregnant is just saying stuff??" She walked up closer to me.

"What dream?" Drizzy asked, looking around confused. "I had a dream that Jalicia was pregnant." She responded. "By who?" Drizzy's eyes widened and I groaned. "That's what she's not telling me." My mom crossed her arms and looked right at me.

"Mom, you really think if I was pregnant I wouldn't tell you?" I stood up, talking a little louder. "Yes, I actually would. Especially about what happened between us...." she drifted off. "That shi—stuff is in the past! Like I would've been told you if I'm feeling anything." I went on.

"Hold on, mane. Y'all talm bout pregnancy and shit I wanna know who the father would be or is." My dad stood in between us. "I have no idea." I half-lied, knowing maybe it was from Kentrell.

He did say he was gone get me pregnant. But he was lying. He just play like that.

"Let's just get over that and onto the next subject." I said before they could say anything else. I breathed, letting everything out. "Yes, lets do that." Dareesha repeated after me nodding.

"Who you bringing over for Thanksgiving?" Drizzy smirked and I raised my eyebrow. "What?" I was highly confused. "Girl you heard him right. Who you bringing here so we could meet him?"

Him? "I don't got no—" I stopped mid-sentence and looked away. "You might as well bring Kentrell, baby." Drizzy chimed his hands. I don't know what relationship they had in the past, but that nigga loved Kentrell.

Kentrell was always close to my family, they treated that nigga like he came out of my mother himself. I laughed loudly, then stopped when I noticed how serious they were. "Kentrell not gone wanna come." I made an excuse.

"Call him right na and see." Dareesha pointed to my phone and I frowned knowing he was gonna say yes. He was just invested into my family and loved being with them like we was married or sum. "Okay, okay. Y'all got me." I pointed out.

I hated them, always wanna take it to the next level.

"I'm gone invite him, and I'll see what he says."