Taymor - 4 months later
"Nick! Stop you dumb hoe!" I yelled, making him snarl at me.
He's been poking my bump for the past 10 minutes. It's mad annoying cause his stupid ass keeps saying irrelevant shit like:
"I love Mexican people."
and,
"I wonder how you lick yo' elbow..."
Why is this negro so annoying?!
My father- whoops. I meant Dante came back in the house, trying his hardest not to harm me. I could tell Talia was the only one who could somewhat control him. It's like we don't know each other anymore. He acts like I'm not his son, and I act like he isn't my bitch ass nigga father.
It's cool though cause Nick is always there to protect me. Ever since my bump started to show its like he's become even more protective than before.
He won't EVER let me even go a foot close to my father. Fuck, I gotta stop calling him that.
"Whatchu' want the baby to be, TayTay?" Nahmir smiled up at me.
I rolled my eyes playfully, playing with his dreads. "You know the answer, you've asked me a million times. I want a girl."
He scrunched up his face. "Pussy." he muttered.
"Say it louder Nick! Ole coward ass hoe can't even say shit to my face."
"Girls are prissy as fuck. I need me a tough ass boy. Got all my features." He sighed.
"Well...when little Taymorina comes out, she shall be the prissiest of all prissy bitches, my lil sassy ass diva."
"My boy, Nick Jr., shall be the toughest nigga out there. Robbing niggas left and right. Baggin' hoes all day. If he gone be gay, he ain't gone take dick up in there. Nigga gone give it."
I laughed out and plucked Nahmir's forehead. "You a fool."
"A sexy fool."
"Das true."
He got up, hearing his mother call him. He went downstairs for a while, then came back up.
"My mama calling you too."
I followed him downstairs and saw my father glare at me a bit then go back on his phone.
I really wanna say something, but that's my father. The man who raised me and sheltered me from my evil ass mother. He protected me and carried me through all my troubles and problems. So for him to hurt me this way, I can't think of hurting him back, no matter how hard I try.
"D-Did you have something to say, Talia?" I asked quietly, avoiding my fathers glare.
"Yes, well, I just wanted to let you guys know, the wedding is in a few more days and you guys still need to fit your suits on..."
Right. Suits. Something I can't wear because of the bump.
"I-I can't wear suits...I'll be judged...for this..." I pointed to my bump.
She shook her head. "I'll find a bigger size for you."
"Noooo..." I whined. "I don't wanna be judged."
"Talia leave him. If a sinful bitch child like him wants to stay, his faggot ass can stay. I don't need them." My father spat.
I heard Nahmir chuckle. "Ok, Lord Farquaad looking ass nigga."
I silently laughed too but Talia didn't find anything funny.
"Leave them alone, Dante. That's your child and mine too. If you don't shut the fuck up with your childish ways then I'll take the boys and we won't get married!" She yelled.
"First off, don't be talking bout taking them. Take your own bitch child." He stood up.
"Slow down old ass nigga. You disowned your child. You acted like he wasn't yours. Do you think he wanted to be pregnant?! The least you could do is be here for him! At first I didn't agree at all, I wanted him gone too! Now I realize how teens make dumb decisions and all they need is a little parental guidance, something we clearly haven't been giving them."
"They're step brothers for gods sake!"
"I know! They aren't blood anyway! What is done is done! He's pregnant, Nahmir's the father, and we can't do shit about it so calm the fuck down!" She yelled and stormed upstairs.
"Well...you wanna go outside?" Nahmir asked, looking at me wide eyed.
I nodded quickly. "Yes, Yes now."
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Sorry for the wait, I dunno why I'm just mad lazy and I ignore updating too much, sorry 😭
