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She moaned. “You know I love it when you manhandle me.”
“I know you do. Let me rap to you right quick.”
“What’s up?” she asked, sitting back on my thighs.
I took a pull from the blunt as I stared at her, taking in her features. “You still wanna have kids?” I asked.
She frowned. “Yeah, . . . why?”
“Have my baby.”
“Boy, bye. You do not wanna have a baby with me, Kerrion.”
I ashed the blunt and looked up at her. “I’m serious. I wanna have a baby. My brothers all have kids, and them niggas were never serious about that shit. I’ve always wanted to be a father. I know you wanna be a mother. You and I are mature enough to co-parent, and we already know what this is.”
“True.”
“So have my baby.”
“What if you change your mind and want more like your brothers?”
“Then I’ll find that somewhere else. I respect your choice to never wanna get married. Should that change on my end, we’ll keep co-parenting, and nothing else has to change.”
“Yeah, except me losing my supply of superb dick.”
I chuckled. “I mean, I know this shit has you climbing the walls?—”
She laughed. “Fuck you!”
“I’m trying to, woman. Seriously, all jokes aside. I want this. I’ll take care of you and the baby.”
She shook her head. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I make my own money.”
“I know you do. But as the mother of my child, you never have to work again if you don’t want to. Just carry and take care of my seed. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“That sounds too much like me being dependent on a nigga that could leave me high and dry.”
“Real shit, that ain’t even in my character. My father had six kids by four women?—”
“That will not be a convincing point in this argument, sir.”
I chuckled. “My point is, he took care of all of them and spent equal time with us. I want a kid to leave my legacy to, Donna. Please, . . . do this for me.” I cupped her face and kissed her lips as my hand slid into her shorts. “Have my baby?”
I stroked her swollen pearl as I sucked on her neck. She moaned softly as she ground against my hand.
“Please, love,” I said, easing two fingers into her wetness.
“O—shit! Okay. We can talk ab-bout it.”
She reached between us and pulled my dick from my sweats. She said we could talk about it, but the moment I slid inside her warm, wet walls, I knew she would be on board.
SMOKE’S HOUSE
It wasmy father’s birthday, and we’d spent most of the day turning up with his old ass. It felt as good as it always did to be around my people. Whenever we got together, it was always a good time. Currently, my siblings and I were having a lil’ pool party at Smoke’s. Since he and Romi were on baby duty with the twins, we brought the party to them.
I couldn’t believe this nigga went from no kids to four in a little over a year. He was Big Papa and took that shit seriously. Nobody could tell him that Romi’s first two girls weren’t his. I mean, with all the bodies he dropped all over the city for her, nobody better tell him different.
While the girls were gossiping on one end of the pool, the fellas were having a smoke session about twenty feet away.Donna and I were in the deep end of the pool talking. I couldn’t help but be a little extra affectionate with her right now. We found out last week that we were expecting, and a nigga couldn’t contain his excitement.
