Chapter 1 (PREVIEW)

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*preview chapter*


Laying in my bed I sat down and thought about everything that has occured in my life. I never thought that I would 'the white girl' 21 years old with a little boy and in a relationship with one of the most notorious drug dealers in Detroit.

I'm not your average white girl tho'. I stood about 5'1, pink plump lips, almond shaped eyes, curly black hair, my titties sat up perfectly; thanks to my little boy, a toned stomach and legs, and ass so fat you would have thought my mama was black!

Zaylin Moore. I shook my head a little just thinking bout' him. Everything was so perfect before he got 'big' in the game. We used to go on dates every night, watch movies like regular couples, and make love like there was no tomorrow. Now when we have sex.. it's literally 'just sex'. I feel like we just fucking. No emotion; just plain sex. He's changed alot. I know I'm not the only one he's been sleeping with, hell even the homeless man on the street knows that I'm not the only one. I'm also not stupid tho'; I make Zay get checked EVERY month, 'cus I ain't boutta be catching shit from these lil hoes.

My five year old son Asher is my world. I wouldn't trade him for anyhing in this world. He's a spitting image of his father, but has my icy blue eyes and the curliest hair. I love that lil boy dearly.

I heard my door open and he slowly walked in. "Mommy,"

I slowly got out of bed and put my robe on. "Yes baby?" I asked.

"I'm not a baby maaaaaaa," he whined.

I smirked. "Well what is it Asher?"

"When is daddy gonna be home?" he asked looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes.

"I'm not sure baby. ion't think he coming home tonight," I said while sighing.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "B-but I thought he was coming home to p-" he sighed. "Forget it," he said sadly while walking out the door.

This is the shit I don't like. Zay is never home to play with his son or even spend some time with him. It's always drugs, money, sex or lies with his ass. If I say something about the shit I'm outta line or not in my place. I just keep my mouth shut, 'cus his ass has a bad ass anger problem and we have gotten into plenty of fights with eachother; if he hits me you best believe my ass hits right back.

I felt a little queasy so I got up to head for the bathroom and as soon as I did I threw up. I quickly grabbed my stomach and continued to puke my guts out. As soon as I sat up my head started throbbing badly. I already knew what that meant.. no period since two weeks ago... You guessed it. I'm pregnant again. I brushed my teeth and headed for bed.

I was just about to close my eyes when a loud ass Zay came through the door.

"Look who's home," I say sarcastically.

"Actually I'm boutta head out with Markell," he says nonchalantly.

I quickly sat up ignoring the excrutiating headache I have. "What the fuck you mean Zay? You just fucking got here. Did you even speak to your fucking son?" I asked angrily.

"Yep," he lied.

"What the fuck ever. I hope yo lil hoe you was out fucking was more important than spending sometime with your son!" I said standing in his face.

"Look get the fuck up outta my face Jay. I'm really not in the mood to be fighting with yo ass tonight." he said while pushing me back.

"I'm not in the mood for yo shit, so how boutchu' go spend the night with one of yo lil skeets and come back home when you got yo shit together!" I said mushing him in the head.

My head was soon snapped to the side by the sudden impact of his hand colliding with my face.

"Didn't I tell yo ass to I wasn't in a damn mood? You always testing my damn patience Jay. One of these days you gon' push the wrong damn button!"

I held back my tears and slapped his ass right back. "Fuck you Zay!"

"You did lastnight and it was good to!" he said cockily.

"I hate you!" I mumbled while walking downstairs.

I finally let the tears run down my face. I was so tired if him treating me like this. Seriously, he treats these hoes on the street better than his damn babymama. I couldn't stay here and continue to be his punching bag especially with me being pregnant again.

"CeeCee?" my head quickly shot up as I heard the nickname only one person could call me.

"Kell?" I ran so fast and jumped on him with tears coming down my face like a waterfall.

"Shhh. It's gon' be okay Jaycee," He assured me softly kissing my lips.

"No it's not Kell, I'm pregnant again," I whispered.


As soon as I heard that word pregnant come out of Jaycee mouth my whole world came crashing down on me.

I felt my anger beginning to rise. "Whatchu' mean pregnant?" I asked sitting her down on her feet before Zaylin came downstairs and caught us.

"I'm pregnant Markell, as in a fucking baby is growing inside of me," she said catching a attitude.

I sighed. "Why would you-"

She held up her hand cutting me off. "It's not his Kell, it's yours." she said with her angelic voice.

A part of me was scared as hell, and the other part of me was happy as hell. I've always wanted Jaycee to carry my seed. I loved her more than she thought I did, but little did we know this baby was about to add more feul to the fire.

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