Page 21 of On Everything 2

Hov

With my eyes squinted, I grabbed the remote to the window to close the blinds back. After that, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand beside my bed to see what calls I needed to return.

Of course, there were several calls from Cashmier's phone.

I never meant not to check on her at all last night.

I just got caught up here with Ciara. At the end of the day, there was only so much that I could do or say to make Cashmier feel better.

I can't bring her father back, and even if I could, I wouldn't.

I opened the first message.

Cashmier: I want to know that you are okay. Please come back here. I need you.

I set my phone on the nightstand because texting back would be of no use now. I will go over there at some point today. Just not in a rush to have to fake and shake with anyone.

Before I got out of bed, I turned over to hug Ciara one last time. I pulled her in closer to my body and she fit next to me like a puzzle.

Never in my life have I ever had a bitch making me moan and shake like a bitch, so I can admit she now has me even more wrapped around her finger.

Good head wasn't a requirement for me when I met her, but that was a hell of a bonus to her already perfect resume.

Everything about our forming relationship was right.

Well, everything except the fact that I have a child on the way that I have not told her about yet.

Stepping out of bed into my house slippers, I went into the restroom to take a piss.

After filling the toilet and flushing, I went to the sink to start brushing, flossing, and rinsing my mouth.

This was the longest part of my daily routines, and having perfect ass teeth didn't come to me without work.

My mama instilled in me when I was a kid that my teeth were the most perfect part of my body, so I was flossing at two years old.

It's mad crazy to think that she was so particular about how she was raising me, but gave her life away over a nigga.

I wish someone had taught her right from wrong and given her pointers to make her feel so strong that she could never be weak for a man. Shit, I will do for my future daughter.

When my phone lit up from the counter, I saw it was Scotty calling, which could be either a good or bad call,depending on what he wanted. No matter what, he gets answered on the first ring. Him and Crew.

"Yo, what up?"

"Shit, chilling in the spot. Kicking back watching Saved By The Fuckin Bell."

"Ihaven't seen that shit in forever."

"Yeah, me neither, but I like this money watching shit. I haven't had to really do shit in days because niggas ain't trying shit. With facetiming those bad ass kids and hanging up when they start getting on my fuckin nerves, life is good."

"Yeah, I hear that, my nigga."

I laughed at his ass.

"But anyway. I got an address for the chick in the picture that you were looking for. She lives in Eastchester Gardens."

"Do we have an exact location?"

"Yeah, I called Dana's homegirl, who lives over there, and she said that this Regina woman stays in the building next to her. Building 1, first unit on the right when you come up the stairs."

"Alright, bet, appreciate you."

"Anytime my nigga."

I was about to hang up the phone when something crossed my mind. Scotty once again came through as he was supposed to, and for this shit alone, he deserved to be recognized.

"Yo, Scotty, when you get off duty over there, I'm going to send you and your family to Disney World on me. I'm going to pay for everything down to the shoes you wear on the trip."

"Ahh man, thanks bro, I really appreciate it, but I don't think I would ever put them on a plane. Those fuckers are terrorists."

He made me laugh.

"So, send us to Coney Island with a hotel and some good weed, and we will act like it's Disneyland."

"Say no more, bro. I got you."

I chuckled before we got off the phone.

After finishing up in the bathroom and getting dressed, I put on some gym shorts and a plain white T-shirt, then headed downstairs to the sidewalk. The only thing on my mind right now is getting Krispy Kreme, and the one by the penthouse always had a FRESH DONUTS sign glowing in the window.

The second I pushed through those doors, the scent inside hit me in the face, and the sweet smell took me back to my childhood when my only problem was choosing between glazed and chocolate.

"Good morning!"

I was greeted at the door by the lady working the counter. She was here every morning I came inside with a welcoming smile on her face.

"Good morning. Let me get uh."

I gazed at the menu, looking for the donut I felt Ciara would like.

After being indecisive for seconds toolongI decidedto just get them all.

Things likewhather favorite donutisIwill learn while getting to know her betterandI hopethatshe is not as picky aswhatI've dealt with in the past.

"Let me get one of everything you have back there."

She smiled brightly.

"Okay, will do. Tell me, are you hosting an amazing breakfast today? Whomever may be coming is lucky?"

"Nah, Ms. O. I'm not hosting anything. I'm just trying to make sure I look out for my lady upstairs."

"Oh wow. So Cashmier is eating donuts? That is a change of events, but I am so happy that she is moving on from only getting lattes when she comes in here."

"Oh, these are not for Cashmier; she and I are not together anymore."

She smiled with an awkward expression on her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Well, I hope whoever she is enjoys these nice and fresh Donuts."

"Yeah, I agree."

When Ms. O grabbed one of the boxes to load the donuts, I stepped out of the line that had formed behind me. I checked my messages again, and most of them were unimportant, but the one from Princeton, sent around 4:30 am, caught my attention.

Princeton: I need to see you asap! I got someimportantshit to tell you!

Me: Say less, I'll meet with you a little later, safety

I replied and made a mental note to see him later because I couldn't run off to the Bronx right now. First, I will make sure everything is straight with Ciara, then go out and handle everything that I need to in the streets.

I paid for the donuts, grabbed one from the box at the door, and ate it on my way back to the penthouse. By the time I got to my penthouse, the donuts were still warm, and when I walked inside my bedroom, I saw that Ciara was still asleep.

I placed the donuts on the kitchen cabinet and went into the cleaning closet, where I found a few boxes from when I first moved in, stored in the back.

After I grabbed those and the tape, I went into the closet in my restroom to start packing Cashmier's stuff when I heard movement in the other room.

I must've woken Ciara up, which Ididn'tmean to.

"Hey, you finally woke."

I stopped in my tracks after walking out of the restroom when I met eyes with Cashmier.

"Cashmier, what are you doing here?"

"Getting the stuffed animals that my daddy bought me from the closet, but I see you had other shit going on over here."

Ciara's head slowly raised from the pillowandonce she saw who was standing over her, she sat up against the headboard.

"Ciara, I'm sorry."

"Ciara, you're sorry. You left me to grieve alone while you laid up in my bed with this hoe, Hov!"

Ciara got out of bed, and Cashmier walked around it to stand in her face.

"No, don't leave Ciara. Stand here and tell me how it feels to break up a happy fucking home!"

"Ididn't break up a happy home, at least I didn't intend to."

Ciara tried to walk past her, but Cashmier blocked her once again.

"Well, you did when you came here knowing that Hov and Iare together. Everyone in New York City knows we are together, so that means you are a homewrecking hoe!"

"Cashmier, chill the fuck out. You shouldn't be here."

"Hovdon'ttell me shit about what I should be doing. I have been up all night crying and throwing up, while you been over here fucking this fucking hood rat."

"Move out of my way?"

Ciara tried pushing past Cashmier, and somehow their hands became linked with one another, turning this shit physical. They started wrestling with each other's arms, and I grabbed Cashmier's waist to try and break this shit up.

"Yo, chill the fuck out, Cashmier!"

"No! I'm sick of you doing me like this! How fuckin could you!"

When the door swung open, Cashmier's aunt and her mama rushed in, because I'm sure they'd heard all the commotion. The second Cashmier spotted them, it was like she turned up a notch, and she then reached out and slapped the shit out of Ciara.

"Oh bitch, hell nah!"Ciara snapped, lunging forward, but I grabbed her to hold her back.

Before I could get them completely separated, Cashmier's people, Cassandra and Vanessa, jumped in, throwing punches at Ciara while Cashmier had her hands tangled in her hair.

"Yo, back the fuck up!"

I barked, shoving Cassandra and Vanessa off with my shoulders, while my arms locked tight around Ciara's waist.

Ciara was still swinging her arms and kicking her legs like she was ready to take on all three of them. I held her back the best I could, trying to keep her from breaking loose. Cashmier is pregnant, and no matter how much she may deserve to get her ass beat, I can't let Ciara do it right now.

"Hov let me go! They had no fucking right to put their hands on me! How could you let this shit happen!"

"I know, I'm sorry. Just please calm down."

I pleaded with Ciara!

"You are really saying you are sorry to her. Someone who is trying to fight your pregnant girlfriend."

"My pregnant Ex!"

I yelled back to her before Ciara finally stopped trying to fight them, and I could tell that had fucked her up.

"Yeah bitch, I'm pregnant with his baby, so don't let him come lying to you like you're anything but a hoe!"

"Bitch fuck you!"Ciara broke away from me this time going into the restroom and towards the closet. I followed behind her, locking the door after I went inside with her.

"Ciara, wait. Just let me explain, alright."

"No, Hov. There isn't shit to explain past what I know now. I'm just ready to go home! You're a freaking liar!"

"Why? Because I didn't know how to tell you about Cashmier and the baby? Look, we both are obviously in situations that we are trying to get out of. You and your nigga and me and her."

"Yeah, Hov, but my situation doesn't come with a kid that will make her be a part of our lives for however long we are together.I'mnot prepared for that, and mentally, I can't take dealing with no shit like this constantly. They put their fuckin hands on me!"

"I know that, Ciara, but you mean a lot to me already, and I'm not willing to let you go easily. You can walk out now, but every fucking day I will try to get you back! That's on my kid. On everything!"

Pounding started outside on the restroom door.

“Open the fuckin door Hov! You and that bitch have to see me!"

Cashmier was still wilding, so I walked and swung the door open, staring all three of them down because they obviously forgot I don't play any of the shit they're pulling today. Carl being dead doesn't change who the fuck I am. I'll send all of their goofy asses where he's at.

"What did you bitches not understand about getting the fuck out!"

"Jehovah. This is really what you are going to do to my daughter! You know Carl was always right about you. He said you were no good for her!"

"Fuck you and Carl, and I actually commend him for putting up with you all these years because even a baby not trapping me with Cashmier's spoiled ass."

I replied, just as Ciara pushed past me and slapped the fuck out of Casandra before we could react.

WHAP!

The sound echoed off the walls, and Casandra screeched like her ass had been shot.

"And bitch when you drop that baby, I'm beating your ass. I don't give a fuck who your baby daddy is!"

Ciara spat in Cashmier's face, and as crazy as it may sound, that's when I knew I was in love. I was, however, even more pissed off now because I don't know if I just lost her for good because of their dumb no-fighting asses.

"You bitches have three seconds to get the fuck up out of here before I make the ground around your feet hot. Oh, and Cashmier, I want a DNA test."

"What the fuck do you mean, Hov?"

"Ciara found a pack of condoms stashed in a tampon box in the restroom, and I have never used a condom here with you. And I damn sure wouldn't hide them in a fuckin tampon box!"

She just stood there looking stupid, and just from the look on her face, I could see she was, in fact, guilty of some shit.

"Hov, my father was murdered, I'm pregnant, and I just caught you with another woman and you have no fuckin sympathy for me! You're bringing up some fucking condoms I bought like that makes me guilty."

"You can say what you want, but I want a DNA test. Now get the fuck out of here before your potential baby daddy is in jail for assault."

"Wow. Fuck you Hov."

Cashmier and her people left the room, smacking their lips and shit like they were offended.

Right now, all of them were getting treated like enemies, and the only innocent party in this shit is my seed, and that's if it's even mine.