Page 30 of Another Night With Me

“My nigga, you need help.” Nakeem snickered looking over at me as I sat in his passenger seat of his car.

”I’m chillin’, my nigga. Just tryna see my baby mama,” I cooly responded, sitting up to get a better look at the faces walking past the car into the building in front of us.

“Chillin’?” Nakeem scoffed at me shaking his head. “Stalkin’ is more like it.”

“How am I stalking when this girl carrying my seed? I got rights too.”

”For one, who the fuck is the bitch you claiming you got pregnant, and why we ain’t never met her?

“Shiiit, y’all seen her before.”

My brother knew I had two babies on the way. I just hadn’t told them who my second baby mama was. I knew they wouldn’t give a fuck, I was their brother. They were riding with me right or wrong. I wanted to get Yanna’s head on straight before I introduced her to my family.

“Okay, so who the fuck is she? She ugly, ain’t she?” Nakeem gave me a serious expression.

”When the fuck have you ever seen me fuck on an ugly bitch?” I mugged him.

Nakeem kissed his teeth. “Niggaaa, act like you wasn’t sneaking and smashing Marisol back in highschool.”

I had to bust out laughing at him bringing up Marisol. She was ugly as fuck, teeth all fucked up, but her pussy was A1. My entire freshman year of highschool, I was fucking her every chance I got and lying about the shit. The only reason I stopped smashing was because she moved away the following year. Or I would have been still fucking her ugly ass all throughout highschool.

“Man, fuck you. Her pussy was worth looking at her ugly-face-ass for a few minutes.”

”I’m just tryna see if you went back to your old ways. I mean, I ain’t gon’ judge you. I’ma always have yo’ back, but I need to know if my niece finna come out cock eyed.”

”Shut yo’ stupid ass up. I’m sick Yaro stuck up Frankee’s ass. I gotta deal with yo’ special ass.” I fucked with Nakeem.

I loved all my brothers from my mama. We all had our own bonds with each other. Growing up, I was closest with Yaro. We were the oldest two, so we went through a lot of shit together. Titon and Nakeem, I loved them niggas, too, but they were wild as fuck. Being with them meant ending up in a fight, shootout, or running from the police. I had to keep my time with them limited—a nigga wasn’t tryna end up in an early grave. Now, Sonni was my heart. That little nigga was like a son to me, and I wished shit would have turned out differently. If we would have never let him get into the street life, then he probably would still be here. I hated even thinking about Sonni, my heart ached with regret every time I thought about him.

“Nah, you lucky Titon had to deal with his ratchet ass baby mama, or else I would have left yo’ ass high and fucking dry to stalk yo’ fugly ass baby mama.”

“Tition only fuck with you outta pity. You know Mama dropped you on your head.” Cracking jokes on each other was normal between us. It was all love between the four of us.

“Fuck you, nigga. Ain’t that the bitch Will pulled up to the party with? That nigga smart as fuck to knock her fine ass up. ‘Cause you know yo’ weak ass brother can’t hold onto a bitch that fine without some kind of leverage.” Nakeem ran his mouth as I zeroed in on Yanna’s ass.

She was flapping her gums as she walked up towards the doors that led into her doctor’s office. I didn’t care for the tight pink spandex shorts. Her thighs were too thick to be wearing those types of shorts. She wore a sports bra-like top that had her stomach all the way out. My daughter had her belly round as fuck, her stomach looked two times bigger than the last time I saw her. My heart began beating loudly, ringing in my ears as I settled in on Yanna’s pretty face. She looked perfect, and I felt my breath leaving my body. God had to take his time when he made her pretty ass. I knew for a fact our daughter was finna be beautiful.

“She ain’t carrying that bitch ass nigga’s baby,” I grumbled, snatching the car door open.

Yanna thought finding her was impossible, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. I could have had all her information for the right price. But I decided to fuck with her like she wanted to fuck with me. I was finna let her see the nigga I could be if she kept fucking with me.

“Nigga!” I heard Nakeem snickering and calling out to me. I heard his car door closing. ”Nah, nah, I told Titon’s ass you was smashing shawty! That nigga finna run me my bread!” Nakeem loudly yelled, catching Yanna’s attention.

She looked over at us curiously first. Then recognition hit her, and she looked fearful, but she quickly changed that to anger. An amused smirk spread across my face. Yanna was something else; she was really finna do everything but be civil.

“What’s up, baby mama?” I asked in a taunting voice. I wanted to piss Yanna off.

She folded her arms across her chest poking her hip out. “I never took you as a stalker.” Yanna smiled at me childishly.

“How can I stalk you when you got my baby in you?” I asked, stopping a few feet in front of her.

”But what do that have to do with you waiting outside my doctor’s office like a fucking creep?”

”I’m here for my daughter’s doctor's appointment,” I casually replied.

”Who invited you and yo’ little henchman?” Yanna sassily replied, snaking her neck from side to side.

“Ion need an invite to shit when it comes to my daughter.”