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JESSICA

"I didn't hit the girl raw, I swear." Majesty says to my doctor. She gave him some medicine and wrote him prescriptions for some antibiotics. Now she's fussing at him about unprotected sex. She's been my doctor for a long time so I don't mind her getting on his ass for being a complete idiot.

"I've been a doctor since before you were born. Do you think you're the first teenaged boy to come in here with Chlamydia and lie like you wore a condom?" she asks, raising her eyebrow. He looks away from her then sighs.

"I had on a condom." he says. "Majesty, I know you lying. Keep on doing that shit if you want to. I ain't about to be paying for no HIV medicine or helping you take care of a baby cause you don't know how to wear a condom or keep your dick in your pants altogether. That's exactly what comes with raw dogging different girls without a care in the world. Stop playing with me." I demand.

He slowly nods his head. "Listen to your mother, Majesty. I've been doing this a long, long time. I don't enjoy telling young men your age they have infections and diseases they can't ever get rid of just because they don't want to practice safe sex. This time you caught Chlamydia. Luckily, it's curable. Consider this a lesson learned and practice being safer when you make certain decisions." she says.

"Yes ma'am." he mumbles. "Great. Please don't let the next time I see you be because you made the same poor choices." she says. He nods his head. This is why I love her. Her name is Dr. Spencer. She's an older black woman who looks amazing for her age. She's friendly but doesn't take bullshit from anybody. Plus, she knows exactly what she be talking about and she goes out her way to help her patients. She's also a gynecologist. She delivered Amari.

"Jessica, I'd like to speak with you privately for a moment." she says. I look at Majesty. "Go sit in the lobby, dirty dick. I'll be out in a second." I say to Majesty. "Ma, why you gotta embarrass a nigga?" he asks, standing up. "Why you gotta embarrass me by catching something?" I ask. He starts laughing  as he walks out of the room.

"Is everything okay?" I ask Dr. Spencer. She takes a seat in her chair then smiles at me. "What?" I ask. "How's Amari doing? He was one of the most adorable baby boys I've ever delivered." she says, smiling wide. "He's fine. He's four now." I answer, smiling back. She nods her head. "Seems like it was just yesterday." she says.

"Yeah. Time is flying." I agree. She nods her head. "Anymore new additions to the Mitchell clan?" she jokingly asks, making me laugh. "Yes ma'am. Baby Dream." I answer. She dramatically gasps. "Did I lose my magic touch? You didn't come to me for that one." she jokes. I chuckle. "No ma'am. I moved to New Orleans before that pregnancy and gave birth there." I explain. Montana's ugly ass forced me out of California.

"I understand. I wanted to speak with you about something. Are you expecting?" she asks, looking at my stomach. I frown. "No... just fat." I answer. She bursts into laughter. "In denial?" she asks. "No ma'am... I'm not pregnant." I say. "I've been delivering precious babies for Lord knows how long. Jessica, honey, I delivered Amari and I also delivered Antayla. I've seen you throughout pregnancy. I'm positive you're expecting, honey." she calmly says.

I shake my head no. "No ma'am. There's no way I'm pregnant. I've been killing powdered donuts and Funyuns lately. No worries, I'll cut back on all the sweets and junk food. No biggie." I tell her, only making her laugh at me for some reason.

"Jessica, if you'd like for me to give you a test, I gladly will. I don't know what you're afraid of but honey, that baby is coming. Please allow me to give you the test so I can make sure you start taking your vitamins. I want this to be a healthy pregnancy." she says, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't want a test. No." I mumble. She frowns. "Jessica... please." she begs. "No. I'm not pregnant so there's no point in taking a test. Thanks for seeing Majesty. I'll talk to you later." I say, giving her a hug. "Jessica... think about it. Come back to see me as soon as possible." she says. I nod my head then rush out of there.

I walk to the lobby. "Come on." I demand. Majesty puts the Barack Obama magazine down on the table then follows me out of here. I sigh then touch my stomach. I cannot be having another one of Ant's children. There's no way in hell.

"What's wrong with you?" Majesty asks as I drive back to Ant's house. "Do y'all really think I'm pregnant?" I ask. He chuckles. "Yeah. Your stomach growing and you be fussing more than usual. You get meaner when you pregnant." he answers, shrugging his shoulders. I sigh. "Why you ask?" he asks. "Just curious." I answer. "If you are, it's my daddy baby, right?" he asks. I slowly nod my head yes.

We're back at the house now. I walk to Ant's room. "What was wrong with him?" he asks, braiding LaLa's hair. I smile a little. Ant isn't a  perfect parent by any means but I adore moments like these. "Chlamydia." I answer, making him laugh. "Daddy, braid me a design on the side. Do a star or something, mane." she says.

"Girl, what I tell you about talking like that? And quit trying to make your voice sound masculine." I demand. Ant starts laughing. "Where you get that shit from? Quit trying to make your voice sound like your name Thomas." Ant says, making her laugh.

"I'm serious. That ain't cute, lil girl." I say. "My bad." she says. I sit down on the bed next to Ant. "How she convince you to braid her hair?" I ask him. "She kept on harassing me talking about I haven't done it in a long time." he answers. I chuckle then kiss his cheek. "Only hood nigga I know who can out braid bitches. I like that." I mumble to him. He starts laughing. That's one of the good things about having him as a baby daddy. He has always kept the girls' hair neat.

"I'm that nigga. That's why." he says. "I agree." I whisper in his ear, then kiss it. "I'm horny, Ant." I whisper to him to where she can't hear. I kiss his neck then lick his spot. He bites his lip. LaLa has no idea right now. I make sure she isn't looking then stroke his dick that's slightly hard. "I'll be waiting." I whisper. He starts blushing as he looks down at her hair. It's funny how he's a savage to everyone else but a teddy bear that blushes and everything around me.

I walk out of the room then to the room Reign is in. "How you feeling, babygirl?" I ask. She smiles a little. "Daddy watched Coach Carter with me and he brought me some food. I'm happy right now." she answers, making me smile. I'm for sure about to fuck him tonight. He deserves it right now.

"Oh really?" I ask. "Yeah. And you know that song called Butterfly Kisses he used to sing to me before bed and whenever I was sad or scared growing up?" she asks. I nod my head yes. That song is so cute. It's about a man's love for his little girl. Ant used to sing that song so much to this girl and that's the side of him people don't get to see. "He sang it to me. Momma, I'm so happy. He brightened my day so much!" she exclaims.

I feel myself becoming emotional. "Oh my God, your daddy is so sweet for doing that. He got me in my feelings." I admit, wiping my eyes. "You pregnant. It's official." she says, laughing. "Hell no." I say. "Yes you are. You be real emotional when you pregnant." she says, laughing at me.

Jessie walks in here with two bags from Sephora, a bag from Bath and Body Works, a  Build A Bear box, and three large balloons. "I know this won't take the pain away but I bought you some stuff and I hope it make you happy." he says. She starts smiling wide as she thanks him. Fuck, they got me over here crying. "That's so sweet, Jessie." I say as they hug.

KeKe walks in here with something big and flat wrapped in pink gift wrap with a big purple ribbon wrapped around it. "What's this?" she asks as he gives it to her. Ant walks in here then sits next to me as she unwraps it. It's a large canvas. I gasp. He drew her so perfectly with those expensive colored pencils artists use. It looks like an actual photo of her. He's so talented. She's smiling wide on it.  "You see how big your smile is on there? That's the you I like to see. I know shit tough for you right now but keep your head up, lil sis. I love seeing you happy like that." he says.

"Oh shit, why y'all kids wanna make ya momma cry?" I ask, laughing as I wipe my eyes. "That ain't all. Nigga, bring yo ass in here!" Ant yells, confusing everybody. Drew walks in looking pissed. "I was supposed to bring you a gift and apologize but I ain't no fake ass nigga. I ain't sorry for nothing and I ain't finna be fake for nobody." he calmly says.

KeKe jumps up then starts punching his ass out. Usually, KeKe is the peace maker. Any other time I would've broken this up but not this time. He didn't have to do that dumb ass shit. Reign starts laughing. "Please beat this dude up. Nobody can make me mad right now. I'm so happy." she says, smiling at me.

Ant breaks Drew and KeKe up. "Fuck you looking at?" Drew snaps. "Shut yo stupid ass up." Ant demands, shoving him out the room. "Sorry bout that, ma." KeKe angrily says. "Thanks for my gifts. I'm really happy." Reign says. I hug her then kiss her cheek. "I'll be back. I'm about to talk to your dad for a minute." I say. She nods her head then starts talking to Jessie and KeKe.

I walk out then jog down the stairs. Ant is cursing Drew out about the stunt he pulled. "Mane, Vonte, get this nigga and go. Don't ever bring him around here no more, on life, keep him out my presence!" Ant snaps. Vonte doesn't say anything as he forces Drew out. That's so crazy.

Ant slams the front door then locks it. "He acts like someone I know. I ain't pointing no elbows though." I sarcastically say, pointing my elbow at Ant. "Hell naw." he dryly says, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I kiss his lips. "I'm so wet." I mumble. He picks me up bridal style then walks down the stairs. He kicks his man cave door open then walks in. I bite my lip as he sits me down on his wooden desk. I watch as he closes and locks the door.

He walks back over to me while taking his shirt off. I bite my lip, staring at his muscles. He looks so damn good to be thirty eight years old. He kisses my neck as he pulls my pants and thong down. He grips my thighs then kisses all over them. He starts licking and sucking my pussy while fingering me. He knows that shit drives me completely wild.

He licks from my pussy on up to my neck. "Take this shit off." he lowly demands, helping me take my shirt off. He throws it then takes my bra off. He takes my left nipple in his mouth while gently massaging my clit. He pulls me to the edge of his desk then comes closer. I can feel how hard he is and I want to feel it inside of me more than anything.

"Oh, Ant." I moan. He kisses me on my lips then pulls his boxers down. It turns me on like crazy when he fucks me on top of his desk for some reason. He pulls me back to the edge then pushes himself deep inside of me. "Fuck." he groans, stroking deep and hard. He got me on lock on top of this desk. I can't move because of how he got me pinned up.

"You gon' have my lil baby, huh?" he asks, going in on me. I can't even form words. All I know is he's putting it down right now. "Yeah, I know you is." he says, flipping me over. His accent is so damn sexy.  "Fuck!" I scream as he kills my shit from the back. Some things never change.

We finished up, now we're in here exhausted. He kisses my neck then smiles at me. "Jessica, I love you." he says. "I love you too." I admit. I never thought I'd be falling in love with this fool all over again. I for sure fell out of love with him but I feel like that same young  girl that was crazy in love with this nigga again. This time it's different though. It's more genuine than before. I'm not about to be with him though. Too much toxic shit happens when we're together so I want to keep it as friends with benefits or something.

"Take the pregnancy test for me, Jess. For real." he says, being serious. "Okay." I mumble, finally giving in. He kisses my lips. "I'll be right back with it." he tells me. I nod my head.

My heart is beating so fast while I wait for him to come back in here with the tests he bought. I sigh, watching him walk in. "Come on." he demands, holding the bag.

I follow him into the restroom. He opens the bag then pulls a plastic cup out of it. I take it from him then pee in it. He takes two of the tests out then hands them to me. He looks nervous and excited at the same time. "You're helping me take pregnancy tests. How romantic." I sarcastically say, making him laugh.

"Tell me the results. I don't wanna look." I mumble, washing my hands. The cup is on the counter. He nods his head, wrapping his arms around me from behind. The timer on his phone goes off. He pulls away then pulls the tests out of the cup. He pours it in the toilet then lays the tests on a paper towel on the counter.

"What they say?" I ask as he silently washes his hands. He looks upset. "You not fucking pregnant. Fat ass, lose some fucking weight!" he snaps. My eyes tear up as I stare at him in disbelief. "I can't believe you just said that to me." I say. My feelings are too hurt to even snap back.

He starts laughing then picks me up. "I'm just playing, baby, you pregnant and I love yo ass!" he exclaims, kissing all over me. "Never. Ain't no way in hell." I say. He puts me down. "You pregnant, baby. We need to hit up the doctor as soon as possible to see how far along you are. I'm excited as hell, I wanted one more baby." he says.

I grab the tests then stare at them. They for sure say positive. "Nope. These tests lying. Ain't no baby in here." I say. He starts laughing. "Wanna take another one? Look at your stomach. You pregnant." he says, touching it.

He starts kissing me, making me smile. "I'm so happy right now. It's like no matter how many times I get you pregnant, I still get all excited like it's my first one." he admits. I can't help but to smile. "Ant, I swear this the last baby. Get a vasectomy." I demand.

"Never." he mumbles, then kisses me. I guess I have no choice but to get excited for the new baby. I can't avoid it so there's no point in getting sad about it. Plus, I know Ant's crazy self is excited so oh well.

NOBLE

I'm in the game room by myself chilling. I'm eating fish my momma cooked yesterday while I play 2K with Presley. He's been so lowkey. Sometimes I forget he's even here until he comes out of nowhere.

"You must be plotting to kill us? You hardly be around everybody." I say. "Never. I just feel like a burden to mom sometimes." he admits. "Hell naw. If anything, she wishes you'd spend time with her." I say. I overheard her whining about him not wanting to chill with her to my dad one day.

"I don't know." he mumbles. I motion for him to follow me. We walk to my dad's room. Him and my momma are in the bed watching The Parkers while he rubs her stomach like she pregnant or something.

"Wassup?" my dad asks. "Presley feel like he a burden to momma." I say. She frowns. "Of course not. Presley, I'm down to chill with you whenever you want." she says. He smiles. "Tomorrow?" he asks. "That's fine." she says. He smiling so wide. He looks happy as fuck to be spending time with her. I don't blame him. My momma is an amazing woman.

I walk out then jog down the stairs and outside. I sit down at the edge of the hot tub, putting my feet in the water. I bet ol girl thinks I forgot to hit her up but that's what I'm about to do right now.

I go to her name then call her on Facetime. She answers looking scared. "I can't believe you called." she admits, smiling at me. I smile back. "Why you surprised? I'm a man of my word." I tell her. "Yeah, I see." she says.

She starts looking at me hard as hell. "Why you looking like that?" I ask. "I'm looking at the background. You at a hotel?" she asks. "Naw. I'm at home." I answer. Her mouth drops. "Your background is beautiful. The water slides I'm looking at look like something on the Travel channel. I don't believe it's your house." she admits.

I chuckle, looking at her confused facial expression. "Think what you want. I won't try to convince you." I say. She smiles a little. "What made you want to talk to me of all girls at the party?" she asks. "I thought you were confident and I still think you beautiful. You got this confidence about yourself I can't describe. I like it though. It kind of reminds me of how my mom is... just a little." I admit.

"You speak highly of her. Are y'all close?" she asks. "Very. My momma like my bestfriend. It's a lot that comes with me, to be honest and regardless, she always been here through it all." I answer. She nods her head.

"What you mean by it's a lot that comes with you?" she asks. I sigh. "I got issues." I admit. "We all do, Noble. You aren't the only person with problems." she says. "Naw, Jaylah. Mine run very deep but it's too soon for us to talk about that kind of stuff." I tell her straight up. She nods her head. "Okay that's cool." she says.

"You from Los Angeles?" I ask. "Yeah, I grew up here. What about you?" she asks. "Naw. My parents moved around a whole lot when I was a kid. I was born in Dallas, then my people moved us to New York, then here in LA, then my mom moved us to Memphis, and back here." I explain. Me and Majesty are the only ones who were born somewhere else other than KeKe and Dream.

"Dang, why they move so much?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders. Of course, I know it was all either drug related or my pops pissing my momma off or something. It always boils down to those two things when she leaves California. I can't tell her that though. "My people like to travel, that's all." I lie.

"What they do for a living? Your house got these big water slides and shit. It looks like you're at a resort." she says, laughing. "They do stocks and they're franchise owners." I answer. My parents got their money in some of everything. My pops got luxury nightclubs my grandpa helped him invest money  in when he was a teenager, him and my mom own about ten fast food resturants and two ice cream places, and on top of that my mom invests money in stocks. We rich illegally and legally at the same time.

"Damn, stocks and franchises? That's a lot of money coming in." she says, staring at me in awe. "Don't tell me you finna be one of those undercover gold digging broads. If you know you only into me cause I got money, do us both a favor and get the fuck off my phone." I say. I'm fed up with bitches and that bullshit.

She looks at me crazy. "Who you think you talking to like that? I don't give a damn about your money. My people got money too, so you can miss me with that bullshit!" she snaps on me, rolling her eyes. My eyes widen in shock. I didn't think she was about to snap on a nigga.

"Mane, whatever. What they do for a living then since they got money?" I ask. She stares at me for a second as if she trying to read me or something. "You can't tell nobody. I'm for real." she mumbles. "Aight." I say. "My daddy sell drugs." she mumbles. I chuckle. Ain't that some ironic shit.

"You lying." I joke. She blankly stares at me then turns the camera around. She slightly opens the door then puts it on a group of men who got bricks on a table and some money. I guess she ain't lying. She quietly walks away then walks back to her room. She turns the camera back around on herself. "Aight. Just a word of advice though... don't easily trust folks and tell them your family business like that. That's how you take down a whole drug operation." I tell her.  She smacks her lips. "You don't know shit about that life so you can't tell me how to live it." she says.

"Alright, Jaylah. When you get your daddy or whoever locked up for easily trusting folks with that information, don't say I didn't warn you." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Whatever." she mumbles. "What's your dad name?" I ask. "Chris, why?" she asks. I'm trying to think if my dad ran across a Chris before. "Just asking." I lie.

"Why you acting weird?" she asks. "You look at me differently now?" she adds. "Naw. I look at you the same way. Look... I hate talking on the phone. Can I come get you? Wait... how old are you?" I ask. "How old are you?" she asks, smirking. I chuckle. "Naw, I asked first." I say. "I'm eighteen. You?" she asks. "Damn, you older than me. I'm seventeen." I tell her.

"Damn, to be honest, I thought you were younger than that. You look like a baby." she says, laughing. I shrug my shoulders then look back as Tae walks over here. "I thought you was at yo pops house." I say. "I was. He over here to talk to pick up LaLa cause she wanna spend the night with me, him, and Dream. I wanted to come say hey to you." he explains.

"Oh. Wassup?" I ask. He sits next to me then looks at Jaylah on my phone. "He is so cute." she exclaims. "Cute enough for you to ride my dick?" he asks. I chuckle as she stares at him in shock. "Boy, I'm too old for you. And don't I know you?" she asks. "I don't know. I'm ten. Exactly how would you know my young ass?" he asks, looking around, most likely making sure Montana ain't in the area.

"Your daddy lightskinned with pretty eyes?" she asks. "Why you asking?" I ask before he can. She starts laughing. "I know where I saw you. Your daddy beat your ass at the mall when I was working in Finish Line. No wonder you look so familiar." she says, dying laughing. "Fuck you." he mumbles, then walks away.

I'm tripping. Tae hardly ever gets embarrassed but when Montana whoops his ass in public, he be embarrassed as hell. She just put him on the spot. "Why you do my brother like that?" I ask, laughing. "I'm sorry." she says, laughing along with me.

"Look... I'll talk to you later. I gotta talk to my other dad real quick." I say. "Other dad? You got two gay fathers?" she asks. I burst into laughter. "No... my momma ex slash baby daddy always been like a father to me." I explain. Even though I tried to kill that nigga, we moved past the bullshit.

"Oh, okay." she says. "Text me. I wanna come get you one day." I say. "That's cool." she says. I hang up then walk in the house. I walk to the kitchen where Montana and my momma are talking while he holds Dream.

"Wassup?" I ask him. He nods his head at me. I wrap my arms around my momma. "Mommy, why can't I find a girlfriend like you?" I ask. "That didn't sound right." Montana says. I narrow my eyes at him. Everybody stay trying to make me sound like a weird ass nigga that wanna fuck his momma or something when I ain't nowhere near with that bullshit.

"Ignore this idiot." she says, pointing at Montana. "But anyway, baby, you can't compare every girl to me then drop her if she don't act like me. If you keep doing that, you'll be lonely forever. Just find somebody that loves you, ain't out for your money, and that'll actually treat you right. Your momma got a whole lot of flaws. Find somebody better." she says.

"Ain't no such thing as a woman that's better than you, ma." I admit. "That was sweet." Montana says. I blankly stare at him as he burps Dream. This nigga all in my business and shit. "You getting old. You need a life." I say, making my momma laugh

"Never. But Jessica, I need your help with that thing I was telling you about." he says. "Aight, I got you." she says, nodding her head. I wonder what they talking about.

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