For some reason, that nigga liked fucking with him. “I would hate for your child to come into this world and only be able to hear stories about his father,” Mr. Storm said.
I laughed as they shook hands. Mr. Storm pushed him in the head, and said, “Legend, come get your son, before you be short one.”
Finally, my baby made her way back to me and hopped into my arms. I was beyond happy about how far we’d come. As I kissed her, I could see my mama and Aaliyah talking behind her. When Noni slid to her feet, she noticed my attention was elsewhere. She turned to see what I was looking at.
“Oh shit,” she said.
Aaliyah was wearing a tight T-shirt, and I realized she’d been wearing oversized ones for a reason. She was pregnant. I walked over to her, and her face reddened.
“I ain’t seen you with a man, so who’s the culprit?”
“He doesn’t know yet, Squared. I plan to tell him today.”
I frowned. “Is he here?”
“Yeah. Chill out.”
When Royal appeared next to me, he was frowning. He grabbed Aaliyah’s hand and led her away from us. I guess none of us could get enough of these fucking Hendersons. I slowly shook my head as Iesha hugged Noni, congratulating her. When I saw Seven come in, I knew shit was about to get real. PJ and Ace quickly snatched that nigga outside as Iesha looked on.
As I walked over to them, I heard Iesha say, “I had to come congratulate the family about the documentary, and now, you on your pending nuptials, but your brother really grinds my gears. Let me get out of here before he makes an even bigger scene.”
My eyebrows lifted as he stormed back in, and said, “Iesha! You for real? You brought another nigga here?”
Aww fuck.She slowly shook her head. “Seven, we are not a couple, and I’m not waiting any longer for you to get yourself together. You need to work on yourself so you can be ready for the next woman, because she ain’t me.”
“The fuck she ain’t.”
The End . .
