”Hey,” I meekly said as he came over to me, enveloping me in his arms. I melted in his embrace. I swear I loved him toofucking much. I was in too deep with this nigga, but I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
”You miss me, pretty?” Faheem asked before kissing me.
“I find myself doing that a lot more lately.” I fake pouted, looking up at Faheem. I really missed his lips covering mine.
“As you should. The fuck. I hope you ain’t in here beggin’ this nigga fa’ ya job back. We talked about this shit.” Faheem mugged me, briefly frowning at Angelo.
”No, I just wanted to meet my dad.”
“Fuck that nigga. He a bitch. Any nigga that’s willing to miss out on the smartest most beautiful, intelligent, sweet, loving, and caring female on this planet, they ain’t shit when it comes down to the real shit.”
”I’m sitting right here,” Angelo chimed in, and Faheem gave him the meanest look in the book. I giggled seeing the fear spread across Angelo’s face.
“Like I said, fuck you bitch ass nigga. You ready to go, pretty? I’m tryna work on Forrest 2.0.”
“We are not naming our baby that, you can stop.” I laughed, not realizing what I said.
”We’ll cross that bridge after we make the baby.”
“It's time to cross that bridge now,” I sassily replied, pulling out the positive pregnancy test in my purse.
That was another one of the things I had to do today. I wanted to surprise Faheem, but there was no time like the present. The nigga’s extra strong sperm had gotten me again. Ever since having Ryver, my period came like clockwork. When I missed my period, I already knew what it was. I just took the test to confirm it. I wasn’t that far, maybe six or seven weeks.
“See, I told you. I was gettin’ my seed back.” Faheem cheesed like a kid in the candy store.
Our happy moment was interrupted by a knock at Angelo's office door. He called for whoever to come IN, and in walked two detectives.
”Juniper Weav-“
”Banks,” Faheem corrected the detective that was speaking.
“Uh, sorry about that. We were coming to speak with Angelo, but we’ve been trying to find you.”
”For what?” Faheem asked in a protective tone.
“There’s no easy way to say this, I assume you know Clive Weaver, but what about Mixie Crowell?”
“I know them,” I skeptically responded. My hand slipped into Faheem's. I felt something bad about to happen.
“Uh, Nancy Weaver is your mother, correct?” The second detective looked at me with sympathy.
I felt my throat get dry as I lost my words. Instead, I nodded my head yes.
“We found her remains buried in a ditch behind her old house…” Everything after that was a blur. My mom was dead?
Epilogue
Juniper Banks
November, 2022
“I still can’t believe yo messy ass really married your ex’s cousin.” I snickered at Frankee as me, her, and Daelite sat back looking at Faheem, Jaquwell, Gee, and Emrys, Frankee’s husband.
“Ion see why not? That nigga slept with my cousin, so it was only right I returned the favor. I can’t help that his cousin couldn’t get enough of this fatty.” Frankee’s silly ass stood up from her chair, bending over, and she made her ass jiggle.
“And that’s why you got two babies that might as well be twins.” Daelite giggled, taking a sip of her smoothie.
We were having sort of a house warming party because I’d officially moved in with Faheem. Not like I had any other choice, but we’d gotten rid of my condo and moved most of mine and Ryver’s stuff into Faheem’s house in Boowell County. Unlike my reservations about living with Kojo, I loved living with Faheem. Waking up to him and our growing family was a dream come true. I hated to be so cliche, but I fell deeper in love withhim everyday. Watching him care for his kids and how he loved me out loud made it impossible to feel any other way about him.
