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“Imma do more than treat you right. Imma love the fuck outta you,” He sweetly said then pressed his lips against mine.
All I could do was go by what he was saying and move accordingly if he didn’t.
Chapter 35
Zaylee Cooper
“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby. I want to cry every time I see you.” My mom gushed rubbing my stomach that was slowly getting bigger everyday now.
I haven’t seen my mom as happy as she has been since I told her I was pregnant. She was more excited than I am. Once we found out we were having a boy she wasted no time converting my old room into my son’s room. Fooling with my mom there was no point in having a baby shower because she’d bought my baby everything he needed then some. Mikael’s fake cheap ass was egging her on too. The more stuff my mom bought the less he had to buy. My mom stayed calling me showing me the new outfit she bought for her grandbaby.
“Me either,” I was starting to feel this little boy more and more. He was always flipping inside of me. I was starting to believe him and Mikael were conspiring against me. “You do know you don’t have to buy anything else for the baby, right?” I asked as we continued our walk deeper into the mall.
“Don’t tell me what to do. If I see something I want my grandson to have him gone get it. Period!”
“I wasn’t telling you what to do crazy lady,” I laughed at my overly dramatic mom. It felt good to see her smiling again after my dad passed away.
“Because you can’t. I’m getting grannies baby this stroller end of discussion.” My mama sassily said and I shook my head at her. If she wanted to spend five hundred dollars on an ugly stroller, she could be my guest.
“Excuse you,” I smartly said to the girl who almost bumped into me when she hurriedly tried to walk past me.
“You excused bi- Oh it’s you,” Makila groaned looking me up and down with disdain. “Mmm, I see your expecting.” She said with her lips pressed together. “Hey auntie.” She said in a fake voice giving her a one arm hug.
“And so are you,” I sarcastically replied, commenting on her round belly that wasn’t too far behind mine.
Something about Malika didn’t sit right with me and I wasn’t talking about her personality either. It was her outer appearance; her clothes and hair weren’t right. What she was wearing wasn’t her type of clothes. She wasn’t dressed badly; her outfit was cute. A simple navy blue polo style dress that fit snugly across her stomach. Her hair was in a mess of wild curls that had to be fake because Malika’s natural hair had always been on the less curly and more wavy side. I don’t know if it was her being pregnant or what, but Malika never wore anything that went past the middle of her thighs. Her ass basically hung out the bottom of all her clothes, and she didn’t like natural looking hair. She liked long crazy colored bust downs. Something about her looked familiar but different at the same time.
“I didn’t know you were pregnant. Why ain’t nobody told me nothing?” My mama asked skeptically, looking at Malika.
“Well don’t nobody know besides my mama. My baby daddy,” She paused shooting me a dirty look. “Wanted me to have a stress free pregnancy. You know how that is,” She sarcastically said, looking over at me again.
“And do.” I felt myself getting mad. I really thought Malika was trying to insinuate Mikael is her baby daddy.
All her little jabs and side eyes had to be because he was her baby daddy. I swear I was going to kill that nigga as soon as I got back to his house. Matter a fact I wasn’t going to kill him all I wanted to do was cut his dick off so he could suffer for the rest of his fucking life for getting this bitch pregnant. Being around someone you loved and cared deeply about had a way of blinding you. It was easy to forget about the shit they’d done to you until it hit you in the fucking face like a tone of brick. Mikael had fucked my cousin, and she was probably carrying his baby right now.
'Who’s the dad?” My mom asked the million dollar question.
“Somebody special. Who treats me like the queen I am. He’s that nigga forreal,” She gushed and I felt the urge to push her ass down.
“I like your hair,” My mom said oddly, cutting her eyes over to me as she reached out to grab one of her curls.
“Thank you auntie. My nigga likes my hair like this sooo. I gotta make sure I keep him happy so he can make me happy.” She cluelessly said.
“Oh, yeah. When will we get to meet him?” My mom questioned me.
“Uh well so-”
“Malika didn’t I tell your dumb ass to hurry the fuck up. I got shit to do and it don’t require for me to be around your whore ass and whatever bitches you talking to! If you weren’t carrying my kids, I would have left your stupid ass here.” I was in shocking hear that voice cussing Malika out or trying to anyways because the nigga still couldn’t cuss to save his life.
My mom and I turned around looking at Lamelle’s corny ass causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Zay, w-w-what are you doing here?” Lamelle stuttered as fear ran across his face.
I flipped him the bird instead of replying to him and I turned back to my cousin. “You letting that corny ass nigga talk to you like that?”
“He’s just playing,” She scoffed at me trying to save face.
“You must wanna know how my coochie taste you keep messing with all my old niggas. Too bad for you I never fucked him. Now you stuck with never knowing how good this pussy…”
