The Heights
3 months later

"Regardless of how you feel about certain things, you still have to take your prenatal vitamins Yara." I stressed rubbing her belly.

"They make me sick and my nipples leak really bad ."

I licked my lips.

"See you're being nasty." She shoved me.

"I'm not." I laughed watching her text on her phone.

"Are you going to work today?" She asked.

"I got some stuff to handle today so maybe later, why what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm going out with a few friends." She said.

"Who Vannah and Alexus?" I asked her.

"No you don't know them."

My neck snapped her way.

"Make me know them then." I eyed her.

"No because you love to overreact about things when it's not even that serious." She waived me off.

"Yara you're pregnant, of course I'm keeping tabs."

"I'm going out with my friend Skylar." She continued to text.

"And where y'all going?" I questioned.

"Out, maybe to a club or a bar or something." She continued to text.

"Yara."

"What Kris, I wanna shake my ass and have fun and plus I'm not showing so everything should be fine." She smiled reaching for my hand but I moved it.

"You're definitely showing Yara, the fuck do you mean nigga you're eight months pregnant?!" I asked her.

"And it's my fucking body so worry about yourself."

I reverted my attention, I knew this conversation was gonna go bad if I kept talking to her about it.

"Why are you so possessive?" She asked.

"I'm not, go ahead and do you mama." I ignored staring at me.

"Kris you're definitely upset about this." She said.

"Nah I'm cool, we're not even together."

"Oh really?" She hit my chest.

"Really what Yara?" I felt my blood rise to my face.

"Really like I fucking said!"

"Yeah I'm not about to keep chasing after you, go ahead and do you. I'll make it back home to you every night." I told her insinuating my intentions.

"Oh so you're gonna go back and fuck on strippers because I want to go out and have fun?" She asked.

"Stop talking to me Yara." I told her pulling up to the new home I'd just bought for us.

East was good at closing deals over the phone for a fair price too.

"I don't want to meet anyone else." She nagged watching me get out the car and walk over to the passenger's side.

I opened her door and helped her out of the car.

"What did I just say Kris." She snatched away from me stepping back in.

"This is ours mama."

She looked at the home.

"Kris this home has to be about seven million dollars, what the hell?" She hit my shoulder.

"Come on." I reached for her hand again.

"No maybe later."

Shaking my head I walked back to the driver's seat and started the car back.

I definitely wasn't about to keep simping for her no matter how she made me feel.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked.

"Nah I'm good." I watched the road driving her back to the house.

Later that night

"Hey could you zip this for me? I'm not able to." Yara stood in from of me with a dress that all of her body showed in.

"This shit is too tight, I can't." I told her not even attempting.

"Really Kris?"

"Really Yara, you're walking around this bitch with your stomach poking and your ass out for what?" I gripped her hips.

"Why does it matter to you?" She questioned.

"What you mean?" I rolled my eyes.

"Exactly what I said!" She mushed me.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" I asked her catching a weird vibe.

"I don't know maybe I'm tired of being stupid!" She yelled.

"Huh, stupid for what mama?" My face softened.

"You're still fucking that stripper, you think I'm stupid? Throwing my PH balance off like this!" She yelled swinging on me.

"I'm not fucking nobody but you Yara." I told her.

"Stop fucking lying Kris fuck you! You're just like the last nigga I was with! You don't care about shit but getting your dick wet which is why I didn't want you pursuing me!" She yelled walking over to the closet.

"Yara how am I fucking someone on you anyways when you won't be mine and for two I've been fucking you?" I asked her.

"So what am I here for if I'm not yours Kris?" She asked.

"Yara I haven't put my dick in anybody since you've been here with me."

"Oh yeah, so why do I have an STD?" She hit me in the face.

"How in the fuck am I supposed to know, who you out here fucking and you're pregnant with my baby Yara?" I caught her by the neck feeling her attempt to fight.

"Get the fuck off me!" She yelled.

"See I knew that sweet and caring female shit was a front, a nigga clearly trying to do right by you and you're doing everything but acknowledging that shit." I continued to choke her.

"Then you out here fucking raw, yeah get the fuck outta here!" I pushed her back onto the bed.

"Fuck you Kris!" She spit at me."

"Bro if that shit connects ima beat the shit outta you Yara."

"Dumb ass!" She kicked.

"I'm the dumb ass but yet you're the one who's out here sitting on dicks raw and shit when you have one that only gets off to you." I looked away feeling heat rush my body.

"You're still fucking Honey so of course I'm doing me."

I walked over to her watching her attempt to run.

"Yara mama you're admitting to giving me an STD that I'm not even having symptoms from. You've already been treated, meanwhile I'm around this bitch feeling funny thinking that it's just me changing soaps!" I mushed her head.

"If I didn't love you I swear to God!" I looked away feeling a few tears drop.

"You gotta go." I told her standing to my feet walking towards the front door.

Opening it I saw Krish attempting to unlock the door.

"What's wrong?" She pulled me in for a hug.

"I gotta get the fuck from around her before I take her life." I told her walking down the sidewalk.

"Who?" She looked back towards the house.

"Yara."