90's Hearthrobs: Male Edition

Temper Tantrum (Part 2) - Bizzy Bone

By the time 12 am rolled around, I was finally done doing Bizzy's hair. I was hella tired and my fingertips ached. I laid on the bed watching Living Single reruns with Bryon's head laying on my stomach. I ran my hands through his fresh braids and massaged his scalp as he smoked, his eyes glued to the tv. My baby was so cute when he was concentrating.

He sensed me watching him & looked up, catching my gaze. Bizzy smirked and threw his middle finger my way. "You sooo aggyy & ugly" I joked shoving mine in his face.  He waved me off & relit the roach he was smoking, handing it to me.

I shook my head no, pushing it away from me. I felt weird about smoking now that I knew I was pregnant. I knew he would know something was up though, I never turned down a chance to smoke with him.

Bizzy sighed as he threw the roach into a cup of kool aid by the bedside table. He picked up the remote muting the tv before turning his attention back to me.  "You okay Dee? You been kind of quiet since I got back from the studio.." Bizzy flipped over on his back to look up at me and I nodded my head.

"I'm fine baby, just tired is all." I said distracted by my beeper that kept going off. "Just tired is all" he laughed, mocking me & I popped him in the head.

"Damn Girl, why you hitting me in my head? All I be trying to do is love ya fine ass. Hitting me & shit. Just mean." Bizzy yelled after me as I went to see who it was. It was my big sister, probably just calling to congratulate me & see how I was holding up. I'd just call her back later.

I typed out a quick 143 (I love you) 099 (too late to call) and dropped it on the bedside table. I made my way to the kitchen to get something to drink, my mouth was so dry for some reason. I rolled my eyes when I opened the fridge seeing nothing worth drinking inside.

Beverage wise, the fridge was stocked with nothing but Olde E, a bottle of milk & the Red Kool-Aid I had made two nights ago.

Shaking my head, I settled for some tap water and drank it quickly. I immediately felt better after swallowing the lukewarm water. I heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see Bizzy leaning against the kitchen wall. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of socks and cut off sweatpant shorts that hung dangerously off of his waist. He gnawed on one of his nails as his low eyes fixated on me.

"You know you can talk to me about anything right Deanna?" He asked as he folded his arms, watching me as I placed my cup in the sink. There were rare times when Bryon was notably serious and this was one of those times. All traces of his usual playful personality was gone. 

I sat down at the kitchen table and he followed suit. I grabbed his hand and took a deep breath before speaking, choosing my words carefully.

"I've been feeling kinda weird lately and I was supposed to have my period this week, and- and..I didn't. So I took a — pregnancy test earlier,  and —I'm pregnant Bizzy." I stuttered, tapping my fingernails nervously on the table &  I didn't even realize I was doing it until he steadied my hand. 

"Why you so nervous girl? It's just me. And okay, we're gonna have a baby. As much as we fuck, it was bound to happen someday." He shrugged as he grazed his fingers over my hand, never breaking eye contact.

"Baby, this is a big deal. We're bringing another life into this world. A child is not a joke Bryon. Are you ready to be a father?" I asked him sternly.

I loved Bizzy with all my heart, but if he thought this was a game & I had this baby, he was gonna do his part. If majority of the responsibility fell on me and I felt like I was raising our baby alone, I would not hesitate to make his ass pay child support.