Page 29 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Girl… you have no idea.”

“It’s that bad?”

I nodded.

“The nigga barely wanted me to come. Hell, he damn near canceled the whole trip.”

Her brows shot up.

“The fuck you mean he ain’t want you coming?”

I sighed.

“Girl… It’s a long-ass story.”

“Long-ass story my ass.” She waved me off. “Tell that man you need to get out the damn house.”

“I tried.” I leaned across the table and lowered my voice. “But he found out I’m pregnant.”

Drayla froze, and for a split second, she just blinked at me.

“Bitch!”

Her voice echoed through the food court, making a few people turn their heads.

“You lying!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“No.”

She slapped the table so hard I jumped.

“Bitch!” She stood and threw her arms around me. “I’m finna be a whole fucking godmother!”

“Looks like it.”

She pulled back, both hands on my shoulders, shaking me a little.

“Oh, nawl. We gotta go shopping now.”

I laughed.

“I cannot deal with you.”

“What?” she asked with a shrug. “I’m serious. Bitch, I can’t have kids.” Her smile softened enough to tug at my heart. “But knowing you can? That makes me happy as hell. Now, I finally got somebody to spoil.”

My smile faded into something quieter. I reached over and squeezed her hand.

“You gon’ spoil this baby rotten.”

“Damn right I am.”

I laughed, but as I rested my hand against my stomach, reality settled over me again. I was having a baby. Even after everything life had thrown my way, I was finally getting another chance to be a mother.

We finished talking, then got up from the table to go get the things we needed for the trip. I wanted to hurry up and be gone before Kyrie changed his mind at the last minute.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to be somebody’s father. Me. Kyrie Maddox. I never imagined I’d bring a kid into this world. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I was father material, but if I was going to figure this shit out with anybody, I was glad it was Sianni. Out of all the women I could’ve ended up with, God gave me the one woman I knew would love our baby with everything she had. She was patient and caring, with one of the biggest hearts I’d ever come across. I never had to question whether she’d be a good mother because that shit came to her naturally.