Page 75 of Repo'd His Heart
“Yeah, you got me again.”
“I did,” A grin slowly spread across Mikael's face. “You know how far you are?”
“Three more likely closer to four. Might be further.” I told him as I reached down for his hand placing it on my hard belly.
“FOUR months? Zaylee ain’t no way you ain’t know you was pregnant this long.” He said with his eyes glued to my stomach as he continued to rub it.
I shrugged, “I had an idea, but I been in denial. I still am.”
“Man, this is crazy.”
“I know. Imma make a doctor's appointment on Monday. I’ll let you know all the details so you can come with me.”
“I’m excited,” Mikael had a sparkle of happiness in his eyes. I was happy he was happy. I was still coming to terms with being pregnant, but I would come around eventually.
“Me too, we got so much to get in order. We gotta buy two of everything. This is about to be sooo stressful,” I groaned pouting thinking about everything that was going to need to be done.
“What you mean two of everything for?” Mikael asked bawling his face up in confusion.
“The baby’s gonna need stuff for your house and mine.”
“You don’t think this is sign we need to work on fixing us. So, we can raise our baby in a two parent home?”
“Uhh, ideally but I don’t think we’re there.” I replied nervously scratching the side of my head. I didn’t like the way Mikael was staring at me.
“Here you go with this stupid shit, Zaylee I’m raising my seed under the same roof as they mama. I’m not with that going to house to house and missing moment because I don’t live with my seed. Hell nah, Imma be there for everything.”
“And you can just not in the same house.” I responded slightly annoyed by him thinking us having a baby meant we should be together.
A baby wasn’t a reason to be with somebody. I wanted my nigga to want me for me. Not because I was having his baby and he wanted to raise them in a two parent household.
“I ain’t tryna hear that,” Mikael waved me off as he kicked his shoes off. “I said what I said.” Mikael rudely saidstanding to his feet. He looked down at me, then kissed my forehead before he walked past me out my living room.
I threw my hands up letting them slap my thighs dramatically. Mikael was about to get on my fucking nerves. He already wasn’t listening to what I had to say. He was only going to get worse the further along I got.What did I get myself into?
“Where are you going Mikael?” I rushed out of my living room, hurrying to catch up to him.
Whipping around he looked at me like I was asking a dumb question. “The fuck it look like. I’m finna go lay down.”
“Where at?” I asked, stopping a few inches away from Mikael.
“In ya bed,” He answered matter-of-factly. “And you finna come lay with me.”
“I’m not having sex with you!”
“I don’t wanna fuck you either. I wanna rub my seed,” Mikael looked at me and for the first time in a while I saw the vulnerable version of Mikael. I could see the fear, happiness, anxiousness, and nervousness.
My heart ached seeing him dealing with so many emotions at once. I didn’t think me being pregnant would have the impact it was having on him. I figured he might have been nonchalant with the way things had been between us. Mikael was proving me wrong, he was happy, but he was looking like he was expecting a repeat of the last time I told him I was pregnant. We stared at each other silently. He wanted me to lay down with him and I didn’t want to. However, I couldn’t take the stare down he was giving me, my shoulders.
“Come on,” I softly said, looking at him seeing relief wash over his face as I walked ahead of him towards my room. I had no idea what the future held for Mikael and I, the only thing I knew for sure was that we were going to be parents to a newborn baby soon and that was what I had to keep my focus on.
Chapter 31
Marlo Wattson
Fallon had a nigga’s head fucked all up. I never claimed to be the best nigga in the world, but I was a good nigga. I took care of mine. Fallon didn’t want for shit her trifling ass didn’t have to lift a finger if she didn’t want to. Just off the strengthen of her rockin’ with a nigga and I thinking she was loyal. I swear I wanted to spit in that bitches face every time I thought about Fallon. If nothing else in this world I prided myself on being the best fucking dad I knew how to be. I loved my seeds more than anything else on this earth. It fucked me up a little finding out about Braxton not being mine. I had my suspicions but having them confirmed hurt me. Not as much as it could have. I never felt that connection I had when I found out about Mason and Mallory. That nagging feeling kept me from getting too attached to Braxton. It was still fucked up But it was nothing compared to how I was feeling about Mallory possibly not being mine. My baby girl is my fucking heart and if she turned out not to bemine, I don’t know what the fuck I was gonna do. I did know Fallon wouldn’t be breathing anymore.
The girls had been staying with Solana and me. I didn’t trust Fallon not to have them around any of the niggas she was fucking. There wouldn’t be shit that would be able to keep me from killing Fallon if she brought some niggas around my daughters. Fallon was either scared or she was content with not having the girls with her because she hadn’t reached out once to see them. Mason and Mallory hadn’t asked too much about what was going on. Mason seemed at peace being away from Fallon and that fucked with me too. Knowing my daughter was being tortured because Fallon wanted to be a whore. I felt like I failed to protect my daughter. Rahmeek and Fallon had to see a nigga behind that shit. It was fucked up because Rahmeek was supposed to be my nigga, he didn’t have to sneak and fuck Fallon. Shit, he coulda kept it one hunnid with me when he first started fuckin’ Fallon, I woulda took Mason and fell the fuck back from the bitch. It was never that deep with us for me to be beefing with my nigga behind her ancient decrepit pussy having ass. The sneaking and lying was what I didn’t fuck with. For Rahmeek to be my day one nigga, he had to answer for what he’d done.
