Page 42 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Good,” I said, my voice low. “’Cause I ain't going nowhere.”

She didn't say anything. Just pressed a kiss to my chest and settled back against me.

And for the first time all day, everything felt right.

The anger. The stress. The fear.

All of it faded into the background.

Because right here, with her in my arms and our baby growing inside her, I had everything I needed.

And I'd be damned if I let anything or anyone take it from me.

I sat on the couch with the TV playing, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. Marissa’s ass was nowhere to be found, and honestly, I preferred it that way. I didn't know where the hell she had gone, and I didn't care. Lately, she'd been on one, and that shit was getting old.

Truth was, I needed to get my shit together. The sooner I figured something out, the sooner I could get the fuck up outta her house.

My phone buzzed beside me, pulling my attention away from the television. I grabbed it off the couch and looked down at the screen.

The Rumor Receipt.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I'd been following their page for a minute because they stayed dropping celebrity tea before everybody else. Half of them gossip pages be making shit up just to go viral, but The Rumor Receipt? They usually had receipts to back their stories up.

Curious, I tapped the notification.

NFL Star Kyrie Maddox's Wife Spotted Looking at Pregnancy Tests.

My mouth slowly fell open.

“Ain't no fucking way…”

I sat up a little straighter and clicked Continue Reading.

Sure enough, there were pictures.

One showed Sianni standing in the pregnancy test aisle, looking over the shelves. Another caught her with a box in her hand before she disappeared toward the front of the store.

A slow smile spread across my face.

Well… I'll be damned.

Maybe this wasn’t just another rumor after all.

If Sianni was really pregnant, then everything I had in my phone suddenly meant a whole lot more. My thumb hovered over the screen as I thought about the pictures Amani had sent me.

Before, I wasn't sure if they were enough to shake shit up. Now, they just might be exactly what I needed.

I clicked out of the article and went straight to my photo gallery. One by one, I scrolled through every picture Amani had sent.

So, this bitch really pregnant.

I sucked my teeth and rested my head against the back of the couch.

Must be fucking nice.

Everything always worked out for Sianni.