Bad Gal |August Alsina|

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Brooklyn POV *1 week later*

I'm so bored in this house, alone. I just shop lol. Like I just finished shoppin'. When I walked in tha house, Dre was comin' out tha kitchen eatin' fries. His ass stay in the fucking kitchen.

Me: "Hey baby."

DeAndre: "Wassup." He said dryly.

Me: "Damn, that was dry." I said walkin' down tha hall.

DeAndre: "Aye, you talked to Brandon lately?"

I sat my bags on tha bed & faced him.

Me: "What?"

DeAndre: "You talked to Brandon lately?"

Me: "Does it lo-" I took a deep breath, tryna stay calm. "No, DeAndre. I haven't talked to Brandon since last year. Why?"

DeAndre: "Just askin'."

Me: "Its a reason why you asked. Why?"

DeAndre: "He came through hea' when I got off work, lookin' fa you."

Me: "Some wrong with him."

DeAndre: "Clearly."

I giggled & kissed him. He deepened it, laying me on the bed. He kissed my spot on my neck. He took my shirt off... Right as my phone started ringin'. I was gone ignore it but Dre pulled back.

DeAndre: "Answer it." I sighed & grabbed my phone.

I frowned a lil seein' my doctor callin' me.

*Call starts*

Me: "Hello?"

Dr. G: "Hello, Brooklyn.. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

I looked at Dre.

Me: "Kinda sorta, wassup?"

Dr. G: "Alright, well.. When you came by for a pregnancy test, i had you pee in a cup. Your urine got mixed up with anotha females & it turns out you are pregnant."

Me: "I am?"

Dr. G: "Yep, 3 weeks to be exact. Im sorry for the inconvenience."

Me: "Oh my god! Thats great!"

Dr. G: "Congratulations!"

Me: "Thank you!"

Dr. G: "i will call you & schedule a date for a check up, alright?"

Me: "Okay."

Dr. G: "Alright, have a great day."

Me: "You too."

*Call ends*

DeAndre: "What was that bout?" I smiled & sat on his lap.

Me: "Do you want the long or short version?"

DeAndre: "Which eva one gone get these jeans off you faster." I giggled.

Me: "They got my test mixed up with somebody else's & it turns out... I am pregnant." He smiled.

DeAndre: "Really?!" I nodded. "So I can't fuck you like I want too." I giggled.

Me: "You always ruin tha moment!"

I leaned down & kissed him. He flipped us ova & took my jeans off. I pulled his jeans & boxers down. He slid my panties to tha side & slid into me. He sped up, lockin' our fingers & kissin' my neck.

Me: "*moans* Dre"

He started hittin' my spot, he knows all my spots lol. I flipped us ova, cause I wanted to ride & I gotta pleasure my man. I put my hands on his chest & started movin' my hips in a circular motion. He loves when I do dis, it drives him crazy.

DeAndre: "Damn B." He said grippin' my thighs.

I sped up, bouncin' on him. He threw his head back.

DeAndre: "Dats tha spot ma, keep doin' dat shit."

Me: "*moans* Baby-"

DeAndre: "Hol' that."

He leaned up & massaged my clit. I sped up, moanin' louder.

DeAndre: "You love me?"

Me: "Oh god. *moans* yes!"

DeAndre: "Yes?" I nodded.

Me: "Yes baby! I love you!" He kissed me & motioned fa me to release.

DeAndre: "I love you too." I smiled & pecked his lips.

We got up & showered. I put my clothes away & then we got back in bed.

DeAndre: "You excited?" He asked playin' with my fingers.

Me: "Yep. Are you?"

DeAndre: "Hell yeah." I giggled. "Im serious. Im glad its yours instead of..."

Me: "The hoe around the street." He chuckled.

DeAndre: "Yeah."

Me: ".... You aren't gonna go back to that, are you?" He looked at me, with one eyebrow raised.

DeAndre: "Did you really just-" He stopped. "Nah, I ain't. Babe, I'm in love with you. I rather have one loyal ass girl than a million hoes. You got my word & my child inside you."

Me: "... Im just scared. I don't wanna get hurt again, Dre. Every man that has been in my life, has hurt me & I don't want chu to add on to that list.."

DeAndre: "I'm not. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. Trust me on dat, ight?" I stayed silent fa a second.

Me: "Ight.." He peck my lips twice.

DeAndre: "Ian them otha niggas. I can see whats in front of me & realize how good it is. And ian gone trade my dime fa a penny." I blushed. "A nigga gotchu blushin' & shit."

Me: "You just too much." He laughed. "I believe you."

DeAndre: "Good, cause I mean it. And if it makes you feel betta, if I hurt ya in anyway then I'll tell you right then & there."

I really hope he keeps his word cause ion wanna get hurt again. But ima take Dreyah advice & let life make that decision. Til then, ion have no reason not to trust him. Lets just hope dis wall come down....

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Quick update..

Brooklyn is actually pregnant.

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