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“Marlo, we're a family. Give me a chance to fix this.” Fallon pleaded desperately.
Marlo let out a hearty laugh. I thought he’d lost his mind.
“We ain’t shit bitch. I be damned if I give up Solana for ya tired ass. Beat ya fuckin’ feet bitch.” He spewed with hatred in his voice.
“I’m tired, imagine that.” Fallon sarcastically said, “Nigga if I’m tired of anything it’s ya lame crusty dusty ass holding me the fuck back bitch. You so worried about Braxton not being yours, but what about Mallory? Nigga you think Braxton the first baby that ain’t yours?” Fallon laughed evilly. “Yeah, nigga whose the dummy now? Rahmeek told me to tell you thank you fortaking care of our…” Fallon’s words ceased violently when Marlo lunged forward wrapping his hands around her neck.
“Marlo!” I screamed running to grab his arm but instead I caught Braxton car seat before it could go tumbling down the stairs.
Marlo had Fallon dangling in the air, her hands desperately trying to get his hand off her.
“Marlo let her go!” I yelled in a panic filled voice. Marlo seemed to be in another word as he choked Fallon. “Please, you can’t do this right now!” I screamed with tears coming down my face. I stood at the bottom of my front steps with Braxton’s car seat still in my hands. Thankfully, he was knocked out, unbothered by all the yelling.
“Daddy please let mommy go,” Mason’s little voice cried out in terror as she appeared in the doorway.
Hearing Mason’s voice snapped Marlow out of whatever trance he was in, and he let Fallon’s body drop. She crumpled in front of him, falling with a thud. Dramatically she held her neck and she locked at Marlo with malice written all over her face. “I fucking hate the day I met you and I can’t wait until you get knocked off your high horse,” She hoarsely yelled slowly standing to her feet. “Give me my son bitch,” She walked over to me snatching Braxton’s car seat from my hand.
I really wanted to push her down but the red ring around her neck stopped me. I watched Fallon put Braxton in her car then she got in speeding off down the road. I turned back to see Marlo holding a crying Mason in his arms as he comforted her. I couldn’t even describe how I felt right now so I could only imagine what was going through Marlo’s head. Fallon had to be the bottom of the barrel type of bitch. I might have not laid hands on her tonight, but I had an ass whooping with her name on it. She deserved that and more for the shit she pulled. As much as Marlo loved Mason and Mallory for her to so callouslygloat about Mallory possibly being another niggas child and that nigga was Marlo’s best friend. That bitch needed to be shot and so did Rahmeeks’s beady eyed ass. They both had a special place in hell waiting for them.
As I made my way up the stairs I heard Mason talking. “Daddy, you aren’t gonna leave me are you?”
“Nah, daddy ain’t going nowhere,” Marlo answered in a soothing tone, but the rage was still in his eyes. “Imma be there for you no matter what.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah,” Marlo cautiously answered as our eyes met.
“Mama started being mean to me cause I saw her and Uncle Rah kissing. She told me if I told you, you were gonna leave me forever. She said she wouldn’t love me anymore if I told.”
My eyes pooled listening to Mason’s confession. Literally, I believed there was nothing else Fallon could do to shock me, but the bitch proved me wrong. Never in my wildest thoughts would I ever do anything to cause Sunshyne any physical, mental, or emotional turmoil. To know Fallon treated Mason the way she did to keep her secrets, is sick as fuck and my blood boiled. I never dislike a bitch as deeply as I did Fallon right now. She wasn’t worthy enough to call herself a mom. I regretted trying to stop Marlo from choking her shiesty ass. I wished he would have killed the bitch, and I would have helped him bury her body. Mason didn’t deserve to be treated the way she did. She was an amazing and bright child who should get nothing but the best. I might have not been her mom, but I loved her like she was my own and I swore Fallon was gonna get touched if it was the last thing I did.
Chapter 30
Zaylee Cooper
A Month Later
“Whose going first?” Yanna asked with one hand on her hip and the other holding the stem of her wine glass.
Yanna had been cracking jokes since she’d walked through my front door. I didn’t find anything funny and I wanted to kick my own ass right now. This couldn’t be my life, and I could have been this fucking reckless…again.I was too old to be getting pregnant by a nigga that I was supposed to be just fucking. If I was being honest with myself I didn’t need to take a pregnancy test because the firmness of my stomach confirmed what I already knew. However, I wanted to be in denial. This couldn’t be true. There was no way I so easily got pregnant by Mikael again after going years without ever having a pregnancy scare. My period had been the one reliable thing I knew was coming every second week of the month. When I went two months in a row without seeing my period, I started to panic. I gave myself a false bravado not thinking I could get pregnant so easily because of what my doctors had told me over the years. Then month three and now month four with no period in sight. I still wasn’t ready to believe I was carrying that nigga’s baby.
I hadn’t said a word to Mikael since we last saw each other. He wanted me to be happy because he found out the truth about my miscarriage and he was ready to be with me again. I had no idea who or what Mikael thought about me, but I wasn't desperate for him. Just because I loved him didn’t mean I was going to let him treat me any kind of way. Lovedidn’t hurt the way Mikael hurt me and for whatever reason he couldn’t comprehend that. I feel like Mikael still wanted me to be the same girl who ran behind him blindly. I would never be that girl again and if he thought differently he was in for a rude awakening. Now, I won’t say I hadn’t entertained the idea of being with Mikael again. He was the man I always dreamed about spending my life with. I had never loved a man the way that I love Mikael. Not even a close second. No other nigga measured up to Mikael in my eyes. It only made sense for me to want to be with again. My issues was Mikael’s lack of accountability for his actions. He wanted to skim over everything he did wrong and pretend none of it happened now that he knew the truth. Fuck my pain, fuck him fucking my cousin, and all the other bullshit he’d done to me over the years. I was supposed to magically forget all of it happened for the sake of us being back together. That didn’t work for me, I needed him to acknowledge what he did wrong and at least act like he cared. I wasn’t asking for a lot. Honestly, it was the bare minimum and until he could give me that I didn’t have anything for him.
“I don’t even see why she wants us to take these tests with her.Clearly,she doesn’t need it.” Solana snicked from her seat next to me on my couch.
Solana did what most females couldn’t, made me and Yanna like her. I was for sure not fond of females and Yanna was a bitch on her nice days. The fact that we both liked Solana spoke volume. She rounded out our duo into the perfect trio.
“Who you telling,” Yanna's messy ass agreed with Solana, and they shared a laugh at my expense.
“Both of you hos can kiss my ass and since you wanna run ya mouth so much you go first,” I said tossing the pregnancy test at Yanna.
“No problem boo,” Yanna childishly blew a kiss my way and I flipped her off as she went into my bathroom.
“You know this is silly?” Solana said with a small smile.
“Friends do silly things with friends,right?” I replied slyly looking at Solana out the corner of my eye.
“Sure do, that’s why Imma go take this test. Definitely not prego.” Solana said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
