A Player Remade (Sequel to A Player in the Remaking)

Chapter Ten

"The first couple of weeks y'all can't be having sex either. You might wake up the baby." Chresanto said.

"Well thanks, Chresanto. I'll send my child over to you for a weekend or two so I can get it in."

"The hell you not I already have a child to look after for."

"How are you and the little youngin Carina, Craig?" Chresanto asked.

Craig shrugged. "We're doing well, I guess. She stay complaining though."

"It's just because she cares." Ray said, patting his back.

"Care my ass. I wish she would let me be loose sometimes. I can barely do anything with her. She's not old enough to drink, go to a club, none of that."

I shook my head. "She's too young for you bro."

"Sometimes I think of calling quits on her but is still love her."

"Carina is apart of the crew and everything but, maybe it is time to call quits." Ray said.

Craig just shrugged. "I don't even know man."

Darshay

It was late at night and once again I was crying. This whole entire week I've been trying to avoid Jacob but it was just killing me on the inside.

I threw on my Ugg boots and grabbed a Adidas jacket. I sat in my car for a little while debating if I should go or not. It is almost twelve at night. I've been debating about a whole lot of things lately, I'm just going to go.

I started my car and played some slow jams on the way there. It felt like forever until I rolled up into their driveway. I sighed and got out the car, now never.

"Darshay, what are you doing here?" Jacob said, pulling me inside of his house.

He looked so good. No t-shirt on - showing his six packs, a pair of basketball shorts, and the front half of his hair tied in a ponytail. He was so damn sexy.

"Are you okay, babe?" Jacob asked, leading me upstairs into his room.

"Yeah, I just need to talk to you." I said wandering around his room.

"Well what is it?" He asked.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. My heart was beating really fast and my head started to ache. Lord, why me?

Jacob pulled me into his lap and kissed my lips. Ugh, his lips feel so good against mine.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He asked, cradling me with his arms.

I nodded my head.

"Spit it out." He muttered.

"I'm... I'm... Jacob I'm pregnant." I said, tearing up a bit.

"You're what?" He asked, standing up, almost making me loose my balance.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated once again.

"How did this happen, Darshay? We used protection every time. Have you been fucking around with other guys?"

"Excuse me?" I asked. "Did you really just ask me that, Jacob?"

"Darshay, I know I've used protection every single time. That baby can't be mine."

"Jacob Emmanuel motherfucking Perez this baby that is my stomach, is ours."

"Darshay I'm sure I wrapped it up!"

"I can count on my hand hoe many times we've have raw sex, Jacob!" I exclaimed.

He sighed and sat down on his bed. He buried his face into his hands. "Have you thought about other options?" He asked.

"Other options?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not to late for you to get a abortion or we can do a adopt-"

"I'm keeping our baby, Jacob."

"I'm not ready to be a dad yet and I'm sure as hell you're not ready to be a mom either."

"I might not be ready but this baby didn't ask to be brought into this world. How can you be so cruel?"

"I'm not being cruel, Darshay but you keeping your baby isn't the right decision."

I slapped Jacob hard across his face. I was tired of this bullshit. "This our baby, Jacob! I didn't make this baby on my own!"

He pushed my back making me fall on my behind. "Don't fucking touch me, Darshay."

I got up and made my way to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Jacob asked, trailing behind me.

"Leave me alone, Jacob! I hate you so damn much!" I screamed, unlocking my car door.

"Darshay-"

I quickly ran to my car and got inside. I locked the doors and trembled as I tried to start my car. The tears were just pouring down.

"Darshay, I'm sorry!" He said, trying to open my car door.

"I pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the street.

Damn, I didn't know he was gonna act like this.