TORY POV
Yo! What's up? My government name is Daystar Peterson, but professionally I'm known as the New Toronto Nigga Tory Lanez haha! I know you guys are wondering how the fuck did my fine ass get caught up in this shit with Sabti? I'll tell you.
My dad Sonstar Peterson is a missionary and ordained preacher who has known DeVante Swing for years because they were best friends back in the day. I ain't talking teenagers, I mean....BABIES!!! They were like Shawn and Marlon, K-Ci and JoJo... but they grew apart when DeVante created and found fame with Jodeci. What's worse? DeVante is my godfather. Soooo? I'll tell you again, I've been sleeping with his wife Sabti for almost two years behind his back and she told me that there was a chance I could be the father of the baby inside of her belly. I know I shouldn't say this, but I don't feel bad at all about having sex with Sabti at all. If DeVante was a man about his, I wouldn't be all up in the guts every other time. I do have strong feelings for her too. There's a possibility that this cornball Chris Brown could be the father too. That nigga already has three other kids with three different baby mamas. Don't believe me? My younger sister has a three-year-old son with Chris named Maurice Scooter Brown.
This nigga needs to fall back for real. I'm no better, but I'm not the one hiding the fact that I have kids out there and ain't taking care of them. Who the fuck does that? A scrub ass nigga, that's who.
SABTI POV
DeVante and I have been working tirelessly to repair our marriage. We withdrew our divorce papers and we made the decision to raise the baby together. But I have to sit DeVante down and tell him the WHOLE truth, and this is going to hurt.
DeVante and I were sitting at the table and I tried my hardest to wipe away my tears so he couldn't see 'em. I failed miserably at that because he reached over and wiped them for me.
Me: I'm sorry baby....
DeVante: Stop apologizing to me. I said we would get through this together so that's that.
Me: I didn't tell you the entire truth....
He pulled away from me and had his head in his hands. A moment passed and he had tears in his eyes.
DeVante: Is Chris not the father?
Me: There's.....another possibility.
DeVante: Who?
I fell silent.
DeVante: I swear to God, Sabti....you better tell me the truth or---
Me: Tory....
DeVante: ....my, MOTHER, FUCKING, GODSON!??? ARE YOU SERIOUS!???
Me: I---
DeVante: How long?
Me: I...
DeVante: HOW FUCKING LONG!?!?!?!
Me: Since he turned 18.
He got up from the table and put a hole in the wall, crying.
DeVante: Chris was one thing...but Day!? Daystar!? My godson!? Do you understand that I watched this boy be born, changed him, fed him and treated him like my own son!? We done sat down at my dinner table and all this time the two of you knowing that ya'll been fucking behind my back!
Me: I tried to stop. We both did but---
DeVante: I don't care! I can't believe this shit.
I got upstairs, packed an overnight bag and drove to my old apartment. Just when I thought we were going to move forward, I set us back with my own selfish decisions.
....I'm four months pregnant and I haven't a clue who the father is!!!!
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FanfictionSabti Zuniga has had a hard knock life. She bounced around from foster homes, and spent a few years in rehab to treat her alcoholism. Eventually, she pulls her life together and has made a name for herself as a spoken word poet/writer who has been m...
