Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed

~| thirty-seven |~

~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Carmen House |~
~| July 5, 2018 |~

~| Carmen Maria Davis |~

"Yes ma'am, your eight months pregnant. Due next month, August." My doctor smiled, as I nodded my head sitting up and wiping the gel off my stomach.

August is my birthday month, wow.

Awwww, me and my baby gone have the same birth month.

"Okay, thank you." I smiled.

"And I'm guessing your little brother happy to have a niece or nephew coming." She said as we looked at Kentrell sitting in a chair.

He wanted to come to the appointment, so I let him.

"Umm he's not my brother." I chuckled.

Kentrell is eighteen, about to be nineteen.

"Not my business, here you go." She handed me a envelope and I took it.

If it wasn't your business, why speak on it?

Lazae knew the gender, I'm suppose to be having a gender reveal soon.

"Continue to eat healthy, take your vitamins." She told me as I nodded my head getting off the bed with Kentrell helping me.

"I can do it myself you asshole." I mumbled pushing him off me.

He still not in the clear.

I don't know what to do actually.

He WON'T leave me alone.

Wherever I'm at, he finds a way to me.

He still complains how, him cheating was one time, and I should give him another chance.

I don't know what if I should.

"Girl watch yo mouth, I'll fuck the baby out of you." He smacked his lips walking me out the room as we walked down the hall and out the building.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah that will make it better so I can have this baby already, so gone do it."

"Wait, you serious?" He asked, smirking.

"Nigga no." I shooked my head walking to my car, and unlocking the doors getting in right along with him.

Getting comfortable in my seat, I opened the envelope and seen photos of the baby inside of my stomach.

I smiled to myself.

One even looked like he or she was throwing up a gang sign, or maybe it's just me.

Definitely a boy.

"Look at my lil thug." Kentrell chuckled looking at them too.

"Yeah, feel like he gone be bad as hell." I mumbled.

"He? How you know what you having?" He asked me.