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“Calm all that shit down. I was just saying you because yo’ ass the one stressin’.

If you pregnant, we gone figure out what to do, but I ain’t gone do you dirty, Key.

Every nigga ain’t yo’ baby daddy.” I was trying to be nice, but judging from the look on her face, that shit sounded like an insult to her sensitive ears.

“I’m gone act like you ain’t just say that shady shit.” Clicking her tongue, she walked off, hopefully to get dressed because I was trying to be quick about getting to the store, and I still had to convince her that she and the kids needed to come back to my crib with me for a few nights.

She came back down a few minutes later in a yellow flowy top and some dark-wash skinny jeans, looking like she’d put a lot of thought into her outfit even though I knew she’d just thrown that shit on.

I bit my lip, seeing that her toes were out and still looking suckable in the Tori Burch sandals she was wearing, and grabbed a handful of her ass.

“Get off me, freak! That’s why we in this mess in the first place!” she huffed, elbowing me, but it didn’t move me an inch.

“Nah, we in this mess ’cause you tried to dip out on me in Fiji and forgot about the Plan B.

” The truth in my words had her mean ass narrowing her eyes at me like I was scared of her little self, but she couldn’t deny that shit.

I’d told her I’d get her one, but she was the one who wanted to try and run, so now she was possibly stuck with my baby.

The thought low-key had me grinning as I followed her mad ass out to the car so we could go get the pregnancy test.

Shorty made me stop at the first Walgreens we saw, and tried to make me stay out in the car, but I wanted to be a part of the whole shit, even down to picking out her piss test. I’d never had a pregnancy scare, so I’d paid little to no attention to them muthafuckas, but the slew of different options on the shelves ’bout had me annoyed.

They were priced all the way from a dollar up to thirty dollars, and some were digital while others just had a cheap ass looking white screen.

Figuring the more we spent, the more accurate the results would be, I snatched up the most expensive one while Keyani mugged me like I’d done this shit by myself.

“You don’t have to spend that much, the dollar one is fine,” she grumbled, grabbing the one she was talking about off the shelf, and I snatched it and put that shit right back.

“Nothing but the best for my possible shorty,” I smirked, irritating her more as she walked off with a groan.

She tried not to even stand too close to a nigga as I paid, and just to avoid a scene, I didn’t push her.

“You want to grab some food before we go in?” I asked once we were back in the car and headed to her house.

“No, I just want to go home so I can get this out of the way.”

Frowning at her word choice, I corrected her ass quickly. “So we can get this out the way.” I ignored her rolling her eyes and just shook my head. She’d been the main one at the house wanting me to involve myself, and she was already reverting back to that I shit. Petty ass.

She didn’t waste any time plucking the test out of the bag and stomping to the bathroom as soon as we stepped in her crib.

My first instinct was to go with her, but the way she was acting, she’d fuck around and slam the door in my face, so I just waited in the bedroom.

It wasn’t long before she came out and set the test down on her nightstand, then took a seat next to me like she was waiting for a jury verdict.

My baby’s whole body was tense, and in an effort to calm her, I grabbed her hand up in mine, refusing to let go when she tried to snatch away.

“Aye man, chill out. You mad for nothing. I’m tryna be supportive, and you over there with your ass on your shoulders. We don’t even know if it’s positive or not yet.” She was already shaking her head before I finished.

“I know. This shit is just a formality, but my period is like clockwork, so if I missed it, then I’m most definitely pregnant.” She let out a groan and dropped her head into her hands. Scooting closer to her on the bed, I pulled her into my chest.

“Okay, then we’ll deal with it however you want. I ain’t sayin’ I’d be happy if you were pregnant and wanted to kill my shorty, but I don’t want you doin’ shit you don’t wanna do.”

“And if I wanna keep it? How do I know you really gone be there and I won’t end up stuck a single mother of three?” she quizzed, chin already quivering.

“You know ’cause I ain’t like that fuck ass nigga Javon.

” I instantly felt insulted that she thought I’d abandon our baby or even her.

I wasn’t willing to let her go before, but on the off chance some shit broke us up, I was still going to fuck with the twins heavy and shit would be no different with our baby.

“Shit, if it makes you feel more secure, as soon as that test says positive, I’ll write you a check for a mil.

That way you know y’all gone be cared for no matter what, but I’m telling you I ain’t going nowhere.

” I didn’t know how else to make her understand just how serious I was.

Blinking slowly, she studied my face, but the test went off before she could speak.

She hesitated to pick it back up, so I reached around her and grabbed it to take a look myself, and the word pregnant was blinking in the little window.

I’d been talking all that shit, but as soon as I saw it was positive, I couldn’t help grinning.

I was about to be somebody’s daddy! Keyani glanced down at the test with a sigh, and then her eyes were on me.

“You’re happy about this?”

“Hell yeah! I didn’t think I would be if I ever got somebody pregnant, but damn… It’s a little me growing in there.” I looked down at her stomach in awe because it was still flat as hell.

“Even with your parents and my baby daddy drama? You wanna keep this baby?” She hopped to her feet in front of me.

My face instantly fell, and I tilted my head at her.

“I told you already if you didn’t want the baby then we could handle it.

I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, shorty.

Just a second ago, you were asking about what if you wanted to keep it.

Now, you throwing my peoples in this shit when they don’t even matter.

This is our baby, and I’m a grown ass man.

You think I give a fuck about what my parents think about any of my decisions?

” I was starting to get pissed off with the back-and-forth shit.

I didn’t know if it was a pregnancy thing or what, but Keyani and her mood swings were about to have me punching a hole in the wall.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” I asked for clarification, forehead creased as I watched her start that pacing shit again.

I already knew telling her about the shit with Raya was definitely going to have her leaning toward an abortion and probably breaking up with me, but I wanted to know how she felt before she found out about that.

“I don’t know what I want from you! On one hand, you’re amazing and great with my kids, and I trust you to do what you say you will.

But I also have to acknowledge that I didn’t even know your real name until the other day, and I didn’t find out from you.

I didn’t know you were from such a wealthy family, and regardless of what you say, your parents don’t like me.

They definitely won’t like that you got me pregnant.

” I went to speak, but she put up her hand to stop me.

“I need reassurance. This whole shit is all backward, and I just need some time to adjust.”

I rose from the bed even more confused after all that damn rambling she’d done. “Fuck you mean time to adjust? You tryna break up with me while you pregnant with my baby?”

“I mean, not a break up really, just I think we should start over and maybe do things the right way. No spending the night, taking me on normal dates, asking each other questions, Cruz, like you’re actually interested in getting to know me.”

My face balled up even more, and I looked at her ass like she was just as crazy as Raya. “So you want to date me while you’re pregnant with my baby?”

“No. I mean, yes, I think.”

“You know, normally I would probably be cool with that, but I think we need to speed shit up, not revert all the way back to just dating. We can do all that shit, but I ain’t letting up on spending the night. I was actually gone ask you to move in with me?—”

“What?”

“Hear me out.” I held my hands up since she looked like she was about to try and slap me.

“I wanna be close to you and the twins, especially now. Plus, it’s probably gone be in y’all best interest to come stay with me anyway, until I can get this little situation taken care of.

” Her eyes narrowed as soon as the words left my lips.

“What you mean little situation?”

Sighing, I stood up and ran a hand over my braids.

“It’s just this crazy bitch I fucked with a couple times ain’t tryna leave me alone.

The bitch married, but she been on my dick since before we went out the country.

Normally, I wouldn’t even be worried about no shit like this, but she’s connected through her husband and her pops, and she already got rid of another bitch I used to fuck with.

So I think it would be smart to have y’all close enough that I can keep an eye on you.

” The shit sounded crazy even saying it out loud, and judging from the way Keyani was staring at me, she felt the same way.

“What you mean she got rid of?”