Him or Him (Thug Lovish Story)

Chapter 21✨: pipe down.

You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
You're the reason we cannot communicate
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
-Drake ❤️‍🩹

Yasmeen

Brick and I were back in NY. Riding to go give this Kourtney chick a visit.

"So what's your plan?" I asked him.

He glanced over at me. "Imma make sure the bitch actually pregnant first, then do this DNA test." He stated.

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We pulled up to what I guess was her home. We walked up and Brick knocked on the door. As the door opened a 5'5 caramel complexion, D cup perky titties, curly jet black haired women stood in the door frame, with what indeed was a pregnant belly.

"Hello." She stated.

"Let's get this over with." I said already annoyed. I really could care less about the bitch. I just need to know if this is his damn baby.

Brick called a home-aid nurse, where she then took blood from Kourtney, and swabbed Bricks mouth. It took no longer than 10 minutes. She let us know that the results would be in in approximately 2 weeks.

The nurse left, Kourtney started asking questions.

"So do I need to go to court for the child support or you wanna do this the easy way?" She asked with folded arms.

"Bitch don't get buck, I'll end all this shit." I said. Being around Brick really brought out my nonchalant/ DGAF side, and he knew that.

"Bitch that ain't even my baby, so don't get fucking excited. We will figure that out when we get there." Brick said standing up and grabbing my waist to head to the door.

"Okay Brick, i'll see you again." She said coming behind us to lock the door.

She was really staring at me the whole time, that bitch gave me the weirdest vibes. Some off about her, regardless i'm not fucking with it.

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"When did you fuck her Quan?" I asked as we rode to our next destination.

"Man when you was fucking Dame, that's when." He stated.

"Oh nigga don't fucking do that!" I said shifting in my seat at that name.

"At least I didn't get fucking pregnant." I said pushing him upside his head.

"You asked, I answered." He said cutting the music up over me.

I cut it back down.

"If this baby is yours, you can go ahead and dead this whole relationship of ours. I may have put up with all of your other shit. The lies, the cheating, the fighting, but a baby, that's just something I cant get up with." I said to him staring out the window because I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Whatever Yasmeen, you not leaving me. And like I fucking told you that ain't my damn baby." He said as he rode with one hand on the steering wheel.