“What the fuck did you just say?” He asked as he stepped toward me. “Because it sounded like you just threatened my seeds.”
“I . . Uh. .l . . “
“You what? You want to kill my babies?” He asked as he hemmed me up in the corner. He placed his gun between my legs and looked me dead in my eyes. You kill my kids, you die with them. So, we can do it right here. Right now,” he said as he pressed the gun against my pussy.
“I’m not going to kill them. I promise.”
“Good.” He said as he moved the gun. He bent down and lifted my shirt. “Don’t worry, daddy got y’all.” He said as he rubbed my stomach and kissed it. This nigga was crazy! He went from a killer to a loving dad in seconds. What the fuck did I get myself into? The sound of the front door opening broke up the interaction he was having with my stomach.
“Snow!” My mother yelled. The way my name stumbled from her lips. I knew she was high. I lay my head against the wall and took a deep breath. She was another problem I didn’t want to have to deal with tonight.
“You need to be careful with her.” He said.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I gave her twenty dollars, and the bitch let me, and my people sit here and wait for you for hours. She even showed me your room. She didn’t even ask my name or how I knew you.”
“That’s crazy,” I said.
“Yeah, I know, you give a crack head an inch, they’re going to steal a mile.”
“Not too much.” I frowned.
“You’d better get your mom, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Mhmm,” I said as I shook my head. This man was too damn fine. It was the gold grills and chocolate skin that had me. He had a low taper fade and scruffy beard that tried to hide his dimples. He was muscular, but not too big. I could tell he worked out, but he wasn’t a gym rat. “What is your name?” I finally asked.
“Cane Carter.” He said.
“Well, Cane, I think we should get a DNA test. You’re sure you are their father, but I’m not.”
“Alright, I can do that.”
“Ok,” I said. “Now, can you please leave?”
“Ight,” he said as he packed up all those damn pregnancy tests. “Take care of my babies.” He said as he headed out of the bathroom.
As soon as I heard the front door close, I went to find my mother. I planned on talking to her about letting anyone who said my name in this damn apartment.
Chapter 6
Today, all the desserts are going to have some sort of chocolate included in them. And can you guess what made me sick to my stomach today? Fucking chocolate. My morning sickness had been mild until today. The food aversion was real. From dark to milk chocolate, it all made me sick. I couldn’t even look at it, let alone bake with it. I was glad that Mr. Bailey hired additional people because on days like this, we really needed them.
I sat at the register, rushing through the day. I was exhausted, somehow even more tired than yesterday. I guess because I had a restless night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Cane’s crazy ass. Did I really want to have a baby with him? Shit, did I even have a choice? Speaking of the devil, I thought as Cane walked toward me. “Do I want to know how you know where I work?”
“Na, but let’s go, you have a doctor’s appointment.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do. I scheduled it this morning.”
“How do you even know who my OB is?”
“I don’t know who she was, but I know who your new one is. Dr. Chowdhury.”
“You can’t just change my doctor.”
“Why can’t I? I already did my research, and Chowdhury is the best OB-GYN in New York. Plus, she specializes in high-risk pregnancies.”
