Page 205 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

Kyrie stared at me for a few seconds.

Then, his eyes slowly dropped to my stomach.

I immediately knew where his mind had gone.

“Don’t start.”

A grin spread across his face.

“I ain’t say shit.”

“You don’t have to.”

His hand left my waist and settled over my stomach.

There wasn’t much there yet. Not enough for anybody else to notice.

But we knew.

Baby number two.

When I found out I was pregnant again, I sat in the bathroom staring at that test for damn near ten minutes.

Not because I was scared this time.

I was trying to figure out how the hell Kyrie had managed to knock me up again this damn fast.

And when I told his ass?

This nigga smiled like he had won another championship.

“I told you,” he said.

I closed my eyes.

Here we fucking go.

“Kyrie.”

“What?”

“Don’t.”

“I ain’t even said nothing yet.”

“You were about to.”

He laughed before rubbing his hand gently across my stomach.

“All I was gon’ say was, I told you I was putting another one in there.”

I slapped his arm.

“See! That’s exactly why I told your ass not to start.”

“What?” He laughed. “Did I lie?”

“You get on my fucking nerves.”