Hov's stern demeanor chilled for a moment, and a smile came across his face.
"This afternoon she was feeling nauseous after we got home, and I thought it was because of the shooting, but she mentioned her cycle hadn't come, so she took a test, and long story short, I'm going to be a father."
Hov smiled and shook his head in that happy kind of denial. I know he was supposed to be a father once before, but the look on his face right now showed me that he was confident and happy about this time. Cashmier was lying, but from everything I know about Ciara, she wouldn’t.
"Well, congrats nigga, and I know you're going to hold that fatherhood shit down like no other."
"Appreciate it, man. Shit, one day I know you can be a great father too. That's if you put being a father before the streets. We are already rich, Crew. Trying to get richer is just greed."
"Nah, you rich nigga. I came into the game late, and I don't have all that you have. Plus, with you cutting me off, I see that I'm nowhere near as independent as I need to be."
"You would be independent if you had someone in your life who actually cares about you and grounds your ass. Tell you when you are tripping."
"My mama does that every day."
Hov shook his head.
"It's not your mama's fuckin job to watch out for you for life, Crew."
"So, you're telling me I need to do what you did. Settle down with some chick and get married within a year."
"Ciara and I met because of destiny. No, I don't like the way our story started, but it's going to be a happy fuckin ending to it. Once you feel what I'm saying, then we can be gang again, but until then, I don't think we have shit in common but the streets.And with a baby coming by my wife, the streets are going to take a back seat to that. Nah, I'm not going completely clean or pussy. I'm just trying to survive for my family. You need to build one and do the same, and then our empire can go back to ruling. Especially for our kids."
“Our kids? Nigga, I don’t have a kid.”
“Shit, from what I’m hearing, you may have two.”
“If you are referring to Cashmier kid, that baby ain’t mine. I’m sure of it.”
“What, you took a test or something?”
“Nah, shit I thought it was you for the longest.”
“Hell nah, if Cashmier’s baby was mine, he would be in the backseat of that car instead of with her crazy ass. I’m not talking about her, though.” Hov spat onto the concrete because I’m sure saying that bitch name put a sour taste in his mouth.
“Well, who else are you talking about because you said two babies?”
“I’m talking about Pernelle, too. Ciara’s homegirl. She pregnant with your kid.”
My head shot back in confusion. What the hell did this nigga just say?
“How do you know it’s by me?”
“Well, we know it’s not by her ex-bitch. She said it’s by you. She told Ciara you were the only person who could be the father, and I’m sure she wouldn’t lie to her. They pretty tight.”
I laughed because the shit was actually funny to me.
“Why am I the last to hear about this shit if she is pregnant by me? Who knows who that girl was fuckin anyway?”
“Yeah, who knows. But I would want to know if she’s having my daughter. That’s just me though.”
All I could do was shake my head, because this shit sounded way too fuckin much for me to comprehend in just five minutes.
“But I’m about to roll though nigga. Take care of your businessman. Remember, a boss ass nigga can’t claim that title if he is a deadbeat.”
I nodded my head before I remembered I had some shit that I needed to tell him. Some shit that I’m sure would set his cool, calm ass on fire.
“Your uncle Gio is back in New York. I’m not sure what he is up to, but he is hanging around my people. Too close to my fam if you ask me.”
