Chicago,
Illinois

Sitting at the table of a local pizza place me and Skylar conversed.

"And how does he look bitch?" She asked.

Scrolling through my pictures, I showed her one of me and Kris.

"And his dick is big, he's hardbodied, and has money? Chile." She looked at me.

"He's a whore Skylar."

"Have you even contacted him, you're all the way here knowing damn well that you're have Braxton Hicks." She rolled her eyes.

"No and I'm not."

"Yaralynn you're stupid, and you've been this way since we were kids. You finally got a man to do you right and you probably hurt him." She said.

"He hurt me too!" I yelled.

"Yara you didn't give him a chance and when you did he showed you the man he was willing to be for you guys and then you give him a sexually transmitted disease? What did Lex say?" She asked.

"She's upset and probably telling him everything so don't talk to her." I told her.

Looking down I continued to feel contractions.

"Take your ass back to California and have that man's kid where he is." She said helping me up.

"I don't think I can make another flight." I told her.

"Well then let's get your ass on the road with a rental car." She told me smirking.

"Ugh I guess I'll just fly Skylar, damn." I rolled my eyes at her looking up flights.

"There's nothing that goes out to Cali until next week." I rolled my eyes because that meant I'd have to fly spirit.

"Skylar did hear me?" I asked her watching her look behind me."

"Um Yara-" She looked up smirking.

Turning around I noticed Kris.

"Oh my gosh." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh your gosh my ass Yara you're really starting to piss me the fuck off!" He snapped reaching for my arm.

"Don't manhandle me Kris." I snapped back at him.

"The fuck you mean? Are you really way out here in Chicago when you're about to pop?" His voice softened.

I honestly hated the fact that I've grown to love his soft spot for me.

But, I didn't want to be loved anymore and I wished he'd understand that right now.

"I just want space."

"For fucking what Yara, I'm not coming up off you at all." He gritted.

"Kris."

"No Kris Yara, get your pregnant ass up and let's go!" He helped me up and walked me towards the door.

"You only want me because my vagina is good." I sassed.

"Nigga please, there's females out here with better pussy and less problems. I choose you because I love you."

"Don't choose me." I told him rolling my eyes.

"What's your problem with me mama?" He asked me.

"I've already told you and you won't listen Kristopher." I walked towards his matte blue Range Rover SVR.

"Yeah while you still fucked on me and did the most about women."

"Uh yeah because you were screwing me unprotected!" I got into the passenger's seat.

"I told you that nobody got this dick the way you had it and you still don't believe me." He eyed me.

"Whatever just drive." I rolled my eyes.

"I see you're still wearing that, it must hold some sort of weight." He pointed to the promise ring he gave me a few months back.

"It's just jewelry." I told him.

"Yara dammit let it go! Yes you caught me fucking her but I strapped up and you showed me no attention whatsoever!" He yelled.

"Do not tell me how to get over my emotions." I snapped.

"Yara I thought about you the whole time I was inside of her. She couldn't hold me the way you did, she didn't even fit around me right." He said.

"I don't care."

"But you need to hear this, I have no feelings towards her and I was wrong for hurting you mama after the fact. It was just pussy for me." He said.

"Okay, stop talking to me." I told him.

"No Yara, she meant nothing. I should've been more responsible and respectful towards you giving me a chance regardless of I knew your situation or not." He eyed me.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you or make you feel as if any of them could stand next to you on a bad day." He reached over and kissed my cheek.

"Kris I just told you that I didn't care, I've made my decision." I told him.

"And what decision is that?" He asked.

"We're no good together, it was fun while it lasted but once I drop my son I'm done with the thought of it being an us." I looked at him.

"Alright bet, so who'd you fuck that gave you that shit?" He asked.

"Why does it matter?" I asked him.

"Because it could've been much worse, so who was it?" He asked.

"Why Kris?" I asked him watching him chuckle.

"Wait, so you act all scared in the car and shit but you knew deep down you wanted to fuck him?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"Yara quit fronting, you ain't fucking no unfamiliar dick raw." He said making a point.

"My pussy is my business, either shut up about it or take me back to the shop." I told him.

"Not when your pussy gave me a venereal disease from a random ass nigga."

"Kris leave me alone." I told him becoming angry.

"Typical Yara, no responsibility." He stopped at a red light.

"You damn right because I didn't sleep with anyone else, I realize that I overreacted and looked at when the disease first became active in my body Kris! They can last up to months, even years without any symptoms!" I screamed.

"So now all of a sudden it's me again and not you but you've been fucking too. Yara shut the fuck up." He told me.

"You shut the fuck up."

"You sound stupid as hell, so where'd it come from? Because it damn sure wasn't me, I get tested every two weeks."

"The man that raped me in your club, the disease had been active for over three months." I told him never looking his way.

"Get the fuck outta here Yara, I gave you a PEPSE shot."

"Yeah and that's just for HIV and AIDS." I told him.

"Didn't you get tested after that?"

"Yes and the results were negative but it was still early." I told him.

"Yeah I'm not buying that shit." He looked out the window.

"You don't have to."