Page 172 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

His jaw worked. I watched the information land, watched him actually do the math for the first time since he’d come storming across that yard like a man possessed.

“So, we’re both the fathers.” It wasn’t really a question. It came out low, almost hollow, like the ground had shifted somewhere beneath the words.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up, done with both of them, done with the blood on the grass and the sirens somewhere far off, and the whole exhausting mess of my life. “Both of you. That’s what I came here to tell him before you showed up, acting like a damn animal.”

I looked between them—Kaisen leaning on that cane like it was the only thing holding him upright, Amai still simmering with violence he hadn’t fully let go of—and I felt something crack open in my chest, something that needed to be said whether either of them wanted to hear it.

“This bloodlust you got for him,” I said to Amai, “it has to stop. He’s not going anywhere. He’s the father of my son, Amai. And because of what Winston did to me, I’m carrying both of y’all’s children whether any of us asked for it or not. We have to make the best of this. All of us.”

Amai’s eyes cut to Kaisen. The glare didn’t soften—if anything, it sharpened, something ancient and unresolved passing between them that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with thirty-some years of being brothers in a family that taught them that love was a weakness to exploit.

“We need to leave,” Amai said finally, voice tight, “so we can talk.”

“Whatever.” I turned toward the Mercedes, exhaustion pulling at every part of me.

“You’re riding with me,” he said. “Security will get your car home.”

I didn’t even argue. I didn’t have it in me anymore—not after the doctor’s office, not after Delphine’s, not after watching two grown men try to beat each other bloody over something that was never theirs to fight over in the first place.

“Whatever,” I said again, and I stomped across the grass toward him, done with all of it, done with both of them, moving because I chose to move—not because either of them told me to.

The truck door hadn’t even shut all the way before Amai started.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” His voice was low, controlled in that way that scared me more than yelling ever could. “Coming to his house. Alone. After he showed his ass on your doorstep just the other day.”

“I was thinking I needed to talk to the father of my child.” I clicked my seatbelt like it was the last normal thing I could do with my hands.

“Stop calling him that.”

“That’s what the fuck he is, Amai.” I turned in the seat to face him. “The father of my son. You don’t get to erase that because you don’t like the sound of it.”

His jaw flexed, a muscle jumping under all that pretty brown skin. For a second, I thought he was going to put the truck in reverse and drive us both straight off a bridge, just to end the conversation.

“You sure they got that test right?” he asked instead, eyes on the road, voice tight.

“I looked at those results so many times I probably could recite them in my sleep.” I dug my nails into my palm. “Two separate sacs. Two babies. Two fathers. It’s not a mistake, Amai. It’s not a mix-up. It’s real.”

He didn’t say anything. He just let out this long, heavy breath through his nose, like the weight of it was physically settling into his chest, crushing something on the way down.

“Promise me you won’t kill him,” I said.

His head snapped toward me so fast I flinched.

“Promise me,” I said again, steadier this time. “I mean it, Amai.”

“You really about to sit here and ask me that? After what he just said to you? After what he’s been saying?”

“I’m asking you anyway.”

He gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to rip it clean off the column, knuckles going pale, jaw ticking. “Fine,” he finally bit out. “I promise. But I ain’t about to sit around while you cry over your sorry-ass baby daddy like Keisha on The Chi. As long as he stays in his lane, I’ll leave him alone. The second he don’t⁠—”

“He knows where I stand,” I cut in. “I already told him. I’m with you. That’s not changing. The only thing me and Kaisen got is co-parenting. Nothing else. He needs to respect that, and so do you.”

Amai’s eyes flicked to me, something unreadable moving behind them. “So, he gon’ be at the doctor’s appointments now? Both of us just—taking turns showing up like some blended-family sitcom?”

“No.” I said it flat, no room to argue. “The only appointment either of you is coming to is the next one—when I get the ultrasound. After that, I’m going alone. Every time. Because I’m not about to keep dragging myself and these babies through the two of y’all’s bullshit every single visit. My blood pressure can’t take it, and frankly, neither can my patience.”

“Truth—”