Page 124 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

She smiled and shook her head.

The interviewer looked toward me. “What are you most excited about?”

That question made me think for a second.

“Everything, for real.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah.” I looked at Sianni before continuing. “I ain't never did this shit before. So, the appointments, finding out what we're having, getting everything ready, seeing my baby for the first time… all that.”

Sianni’s expression softened.

“And spoiling the baby,” she added.

“Hell yeah.”

“I already told him he's not about to spoil our child.”

I looked at her.

“And I already told you I am.”

“See what I have to deal with?”

“Shit, my baby wants something, my baby getting it.”

“And that's exactly how spoiled children are created.”

“Gon’ be my spoiled child, though.”

Sianni shook her head while everybody around us laughed.

The interviewer smiled. “It sounds like you've already had this conversation a few times.”

“Too many,” Sianni replied.

“Ain't nothing to discuss.” I shrugged. “She just ain't accepted that I won yet.”

“You haven’t won anything.”

“We'll see.”

She rolled her eyes, and I smiled.

“There's also been some conversation online about the pregnancy itself,” the interviewer continued.

I felt Sianni's fingers tighten slightly around mine.

The interviewer hesitated.

“Some people have questioned the timing because of the photographs that surfaced.”

My smile disappeared.

Aight.

Here we fucking go.