After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Ghenesis POV
One Month Later
"Ughhh... my fuckin’ stomach,” I groaned, clutching the sides of the toilet as I threw up for what had to be the hundredth time today. My body was not messing with me. I ain’t even eat crazy—just a banana, some chocolate chip cookies, two turkey sandwiches, and a bottle of water. That’s light. But somehow it still came right back up like my stomach was fightin' for its life.
Behind me, I felt soft fingers start rubbin’ circles on my back.
“Here, diva,” Gigi said gently, handing me a cup of ginger ale as I sat back against the cool tile, wiped my mouth, and took slow sips. We were over at Erin and Tay’s spot just layin' low for the day. Well, they were layin' low—I was over here tryna survive.
Zeus and the boys were out doin’ some business at one of the trap houses not far from here. I already had an attitude when he told me I ain’t need to come. Like… since when?
“You think you pregnant?” Tay asked from the doorway, one eyebrow raised as she tossed me a cold rag.
That question hit hard. And quiet.
I ain’t say nothin’.
“Did the clinic ever call back?” Erin added. She was leanin' against the wall, arms crossed, watchin’ me close. I sucked my teeth and looked away. “...No.”
It’s been four weeks.
The clinic said two.
I did the IVF a whole month ago. Before we ever touched Vegas. I'm nervous as hell but sure of one thing—I wasn’t about to let some dusty-ass opportunist like Kendra try to trap Zeus into a future that ain’t even hers to touch.
And Zeus? He still don't know nothing...
He just thought It was the pills that were making me overly sensitive . Which could still be the truth, Only thing was… now I’m here, sick every damn day, and no word from the clinic.
“You been throwin’ up all week,” Erin said. “You cried watchin’ that TikTok about the cat and the waffle. Like, girl… I think your body already answered.”
“Y’all gon’ clown me instead of support me, huh?” I mumbled, layin’ my head back against the wall. “Nah we supportin’—but keepin’ it real,” Tay said, walkin’ over with a bottle of lotion. “And while you at it, go ahead and admit you feel somethin different. You been movin’ funny for days.” She continued
