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Kentrell's Current Pregnancy Status: 6 Months; 22-23 weeks pregnant
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Kentrell couldn't stress enough how much he hated this stupid, fuck ass school.
Apparently, everyone had been able to piece together that Sheyaa was his babies father, all because of that shit that had went down at his grandma's house. Someone got Sheyaa cussing out Mr. Harrison on video, where he clearly had stated 'Bitch you almost hit my baby mama' and the man had obviously been at Kentrell's house when he said so. Kentrell was also the only one who everyone knew for sure was pregnant at the school, and everyone noticed how close the two were, so it wasn't actually hard to figure out.
Kentrell for one was tired, and not in the mood for any bullshit today. He didn't even care that people had supposedly found out, Sheyaa was still going to be his boyfriend and babies father and he was still going to be pregnant, so niggas better get used to it.
All he knew was, niggas better not say no slick shit to him, because he was already prepared to go off on someone.
And if someone wanted to end up on the news, they could go there too.
The man was taking his time in the bathroom, simply because he didn't care for being in class on time. He looked himself over in the mirror, liking the way the new jogging suit fit him. He took some pictures before sighing, going to wash his hands before exiting the bathroom, and slowly walking to his current class. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a granola bar.
When he finally got there, he opened the door and was met with several dozen eyes, looking over him and his stomach. He briefly wondered where the teacher was before turning back to the crowd of people.
"The fuck y'all ugly ass niggas lookin' at? Damn." He frowned, taking a bite of his snack, moving to his seat. "Starin' bout hard as a bitch."
"This nigga got a lot of mouth for a fat ass pregnant bitch. Nigga, I'll beat yo muthafuckin' ass." Someone commented and the class erupted in snickers.
Kentrell paused, feeling his jaw tighten. He glowered, eyeing the classroom for a cool thirty seconds before speaking.
"Oh y'all think y'all funny? Who said that shit?"
Crickets.
"...Y'all a bunch of dusty ass, bummy ass, bitch made ass niggas. Not naan one of y'all ever had the balls to say no slick shit to me when I wasn't pregnant, but now that I am, all of a sudden y'all niggas tough?" Kentrell slowly nodded, looking around at the class. He finally took a seat, polishing off his snack.
"Talm bout sum 'you'll beat my ass', bet I'll sit my ass in this classroom and not get touched tho."
Still crickets.
"And check this out, all y'all talkin' shit and still ain't sayin' it to a nigga face. And since no one wanna come up off that shit, I want all y'all bum ass niggas to know y'all pussy, every single last one of y'all. Brandon you pussy, DJ you pussy, Tamika you pussy, " And Kentrell continued to name everyone that sat in that very classroom out, no one uttering a word to him.
Was he talking reckless? Yes.
Did he give a fuck? No.
"And y'all bitches quiet cuz y'all already know what's finna happen if y'all try and fuck with me." Kentrell threw his head back and laughed, everyone watching him and he continued, to the point where he was in tears.
"Damn, y'all so fuckin' scary." He wiped a tear away, amused. "What y'all bitches be sayin'? 'couldn't be me'? Cuz that shit really couldn't be me. I'll still bust shit with this hea' belly, y'all niggas betta stop playin' on ma top."
And as if the classroom didn't already get the message, the door swung open and in stepped Sheyaa, food in one hand and Kentrell's favorite fluffy pillow in the other. It was like the universe had his back, because he most definitely didn't text the man to come over. The air got tenser as the older man walked further in the room, eyes watching.
Sheyaa intimidated people differently, his neutral stare and the way he sized people up always made niggas shift on their feet. People knew what he was capable of, which made them think twice about messing with him.
The man didn't smile that much, especially at people who he didn't fuck with like that, and Kentrell loved that about his nigga. He always looked so mean and that shit was attractive as fuck because Kentrell knew he was sweet only on his friends and especially on him. He smiled at the man.
"Baby." He called out and he could see how everyone visibly stiffened. Kentrell had just openly confirmed that he and Sheyaa were a thing and he just knew that everyone's minds were racing right now.
Sheyaa didn't hesitate, answering him immediately. "Wassup mama?"
"Apparently someone in this classroom thinks I'm a 'fat ass pregnant bitch'."
"Oh really?" And Sheyaa chuckled dryly, tucking the pillow behind Kentrell's back and he immediately laid back, now feeling ten times more comfortable.
"You know who it was?"
"Hell naw." He mumbled, eyes glancing around the room. "Cuz everybody in this room bout scary as a bitch, and don't wanna come up off that shit!" And his voice got louder, making sure everybody heard him.
"Well I hope whoever said that shit is sorry and won't ever think to do that again." Sheyaa grunted, and started to take the breakfast food out the Mcdonalds bag. Kentrell grabbed some ketchup and his hash brown's, which were still hot and began tearing through them, happy.
"We both know what happened to the last nigga that called you fat." Sheyaa causually opened up his straw for him, poking it through the opening of his orange juice. He took a sip himself before handing it to Kentrell.
The shorter man grinned, eyes closing fondly at the flashback of the news report. Sheyaa leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He leaned into the man's touch, Sheyaa playfully biting his cheek.
"Y'all niggas starin' pretty damn hard fo some muthafucka's that don't wanna fight." Sheyaa spat.
"On god they don't want no smoke." Kentrell said, continuing to eat his food.
Sheyaa kissed his cheek one last time. "Call me if you need anythin', aight? Love you."
"Love you too." And Kentrell watched his boyfriend walk out the classroom.
The teacher finally showed up, and Kentrell laughed out loud for the remainder of class, as the rest of the period went on without a problem. And when class ended, he shoved and pushed throughout the crowd as he pleased and everybody stayed quiet, not daring to say shit to him.
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"Kentrell."
Kentrell looked up from throwing away his trash in the kitchen, to see Sheyaa's mom looking at him. She leaned against the counter, a cup of tea in her hands, a look that he couldn't quite decipher on her face.
It was only slightly awkward; they really hadn't had the same relationship like before when he wasn't pregnant. It was a little tense at their gender reveal party because she was there, and she had seen the results herself. That day, he remembers her just looking so...confused.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Kentrell couldn't help but say, perplexed. "What you sorry fo'?"
"I...I've been really ignorant about this whole thang, and I feel bad for the way I treated you. I looked at you like you were a freak." She had this somber look on her face, and she shook her head, like she was disappointed in herself.
"I've seen how you and Sheyaa have grown closer these past few months, how much you care about each other, and how serious you two are takin' this. When I found out the Sheyaa had gotten you pregnant, I only thought negatively, I didn't give my support for you two at all. That was wrong of me. So, I'm sorry."
Kentrell felt himself give a small smile to the woman, and then she looked to be tearing up a little.
"Please don't cry, you know I'm hormonal as hell right now, you finna make me cry." Kentrell felt his heart tug a little and he walked up to her, giving her a hug.
"I-I just...feel so bad." She wiped at the stray tears that fell down her face. "I was just so confused and I didn't stop to think about you two feelin's. I never want you to not feel comfortable around me, I practically watched you grow up alongside Shy. I'm so sorry baby." And Kentrell felt his eyes start to water a little himself.
"Say, I appreciate the apology Ms. Joseph, I really do. But with all due respect, I think you really should be apologizin' to Sheyaa." That was her son after all, and it was pretty obvious that the tension between the two was still there, no matter how much they tried to brush it off.
"I know." She cupped her face in her hands. "I got too much pride, I gotta work on that." The older woman mumbled to herself.
"Don't we all." He muttered.
He rubbed her back as she breathed out, blowing a raspberry.
"Ok, I'm finna go and talk to him. Wish me luck." And he squeezed her shoulder before letting her go, watching her walk up the stairs.
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Kentrell stayed downstairs, letting them talk. He facetimed Joe and Ben, talking shit and laughing as he waited for the two to be done with their conversation.
When about an hour or so had passed, he slowly walked upstairs, journeying to Sheyaa's room. He curiously peeked his head through the door and smiled as he saw the two fast asleep, Sheyaa's head tucked in his mothers chest, her fingers tangled in his hair.
It was just how like when they were younger and Sheyaa use to be a bratty ass kid, who would get angry about everything. And everytime he did, his mom would simply bring him close and embrace him, finger scratching gently at his scalp.
And it always calmed him down.
Kentrell raised his phone up and took a picture, heart genuinely happy. He was glad that they could work things out.
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"Stop lookin' at me like that Kenny."
Kentrell laughed lightly. "I'm sorry I can't help. I still feel bad."
Kentrell didn't feel bad about essentially taking Sheyaa away from Amber, but he felt shitty about how it all went down. He had so much love for this girl, he never wanted to do something like that to her. She kept saying it was ok, but he still felt bad.
"I'm sorry." He couldn't help but say again.
Amber rolled her eyes at him, smiling. "How many times I gotta tell you that it's ok Kenny? Stop apologizin'."
"You too understandin' Amber. Any other girl woulda tried to push me down the steps or sum shit."
She flicked him in the head. "Don't put that shit in the air dummy! You know what, just cuz you said that, I'm standin' infront and behind you when we get on the escalators."
He raised a hand in the air in defense. "I'm just sayin' though."
They continued to talk as they walked through the mall, smoothies in hand. It was a nice day, and Amber had been serious about going baby shopping with him, so why not now?
"Damn, y'all fine as fuck." And Kentrell rolled his eyes as they started walking pass a small group of niggas.
"Lemme give y'all my number."
As of recentely, when niggas tried to make advances on Kentrell, he chose to ignore them. And if they got mad he simply cussed them out. Amber on the other hand, tried to let them down easily, and walk away peacefully. And if they got nasty, then she got nasty too. So he wasn't surprise when she grabbed his hand, walking just a tad bit faster.
"We taken. Thank you though."
"Damn, they don't let y'all have friends baby? We just wanna talk." And the small group started to trail behind them a little.
"Brownskin one got a attitude. I wanna fix that." One of them started to try and reach for Kentrell but he smacked his hand away.
"Say mane, you ain't fixin' shit ova' hea'! My nigga fix my attitude every night, so I'm more then aight! Y'all betta gone somewhere with all that, cuz I can most definitely call up my niggas and there can be smoke!" Kentrell looked them up and down before they finally stopped following them.
"Hoe ass niggas." He spat. He'a glad he's never been no lame ass nigga like that, niggas be making themselves look desperate as fuck, all for some pussy.
"I never understood that whole, 'they don't let y'all have friends thing', like obviously when you first approached me you wasn't tryin' to be just 'friends'." Amber muttered, tucking her tazer back in her bra, having took it out just incase one of the men had actually touched them.
"As a nigga myself, Imma say this: niggas don't make sense."
She giggled as they continued walking through the mall, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. They finally reached the baby store and just like before, Kentrell's stomach got butterflies.
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Kentrell carried the tray of food upstairs, trying not to make any noise. As he got closer to the top, he stubbed his toe on a step and almost screamed, nearly dropping all the food.
He continued forward, until he reached his room, where Sheyaa was promptly knocked out on his bed.
"Sheyaa." he whispered. The man didn't responded, continuing to snore. Kentrell set the tray down, and leaned over to shake the man a little.
"Baby."
Kentrells smacked his teeth when the man shifted, but still had his eyes closed.
"Wake up dumb bitch."
"If you want some dick, lemme take a shower and shit first." Sheyaa grumbled hoarsely.
"Later mane, I made you breakfast."
His boyfriend finally opened his eyes, looking at him before his eyes landed on the food. He made a small sounded of surprise before he got up, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
When he came back, Kentrell set the tray in the middle of the bed and watched every move the other man made.
He had made an omelette, toast, bacon, and sausages. Kentrell managed to not cut himself slicing up the fruit and he had even made the man some tea.
"What's the occasion?" A now more awake Sheyaa asked, cutting into the omelette.
Kentrell shrugged. "No occasion. Just want to spoil you today."
Sheyaa paused, looking up at him.
"You so fuckin' sweet mama, you know that right?"
Kentrell blushed, looking down as he played with his fingers. He felt his chin being lifted up and Sheyaa gazing at him, smile on his face and eyes lit up.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
The kiss was long, but soft and chaste. Sheyaa tasted like mint against his lips, and he hummed, relaxed.
"Now let's taste this omelette." And Sheyaa shoved the fork in his mouth. He chewed before pausing.
Kentrell's first thought was that it tasted bad, which disappointed him a little, because he had did the omelette three times that morning trying to get it just right. But then Sheyas threw his head back dramatically.
"Damn, this shit good as hell, what the fuck." And then the man was shoveling more in his mouth, ripping a piece of toast to eat along with it.
"Gawddamn." Sheyaa cussed, chewing loudly. "Mhm, this shit like five star quality food."
Kentrell smiled, rolling his eyes. "See, now imma need you to stop, cuz I cooked it and even I know it ain't that good. Ova' hea hypin' me up and shit."
"But it is though." The man continued to eat his food, smacking loudly. Kentrell reached over and popped him in the hand.
"Bitch stop all that fuckin' smackin', it is not that good. You bein' extra as fuck."
His boyfriend only looked at him, pure adoration in his brown eyes. "You so fuckin' mean to me. That shit makes my dick hard, for real."
"Chill with all that Shy, I'm suppose to be takin' you out shoppin' today and after that, we finna go to the arcade and have some fun. We can fuck when we come back home."
"Oooo my baby takin' me shoppin'!" And Sheyaa bounced around a little on the bed excited, like a little kid. Kentrell chuckled as he watch the man inhaled his food, before jumping to go get ready.
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Kentrell's eyes ran down his boyfriends body slow, appreciating every small curve and muscle. When the man stood up, looking at himself in the mirror, the pregnant man looked down at his ass.
"You ain't got no ass baby."
Sheyaa turned around from trying the sneakers on at him, giving him all his attention.
"Sorry I can't be blessed like you nigga."
Kentrell bit his lip. "I can fix that."
Sheyaa laughed a little, sitting back down on the bench to take the shoes off.
"What?"
"It's funny, cuz even though you pregnant and you have yo moments, for the most part you still act like a street nigga." He slipped his sneakers back on, and grabbed the five pairs he had picked out to take to the register. Kentrell followed, taking out his wallet. He pulled out a stack, absentmindedly handing it to the woman behind the register.
"Would you let me fuck you?" Kentrell just had to ask, it's been on his mind for a while now, but he didn't know how to ask the man without being so blunt.
Sheyaa simply shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Oh?
"Say the fuck less. Wait till I pop these babies out, imma fuck yo shit up." Guts would be rearranged for sure.
His boyfriend chuckled at his enthusiam. "You a hornball."
"Nigga, I sure am."
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"HA!" Sheyaa proceeded to lean back to the right and snap his fingers, before doing the same on the left. "Nigga you owe me fifty dollars!"
"Man, you only won cuz I'm pregnant. I can't jump properly with this." And Kentrell rubbed his stomach, stomping. He looked at Sheyaa in disgust as the man continued to dance in his face, this smart ass look on his face.
"You know what, fuck you. How do you feel beatin' a pregnant nigga in basketball, bitch?"
"Someone's crankyyy." Sheyaa laughed and wrapped his arms around him, bringing him in close.
"Whateva', I don't even care."
"Mmhmm."
They walked around playing more and more games. Kentrell was trying to get as many tickets as he could , because Sheyaa wanted the big ass teddy bear and he wanted to get it for him.
"Mama I love you, but you suck ass at these games."
"Shut up mane, you want this teddy bear or not?"
"But, you can just buy it-"
Kentrell raised a hand, silencing the man. "I ain't hearin' none of that. I'm finna get it the right way."
Sheyaa shrugged. "Good luck tryin' to get 70,000 tickets, especially with the way you playin'."
Kentrell mugged the man. "Wow, thanks fo' the support nigga."
"Love you."
"Yea, yea love yo ass too. Go get some more tokens fo' me?" The taller man nodded before walkin off
Kentrell looked across the arcade and watched as Sheyaa stand infront of the register to get more tokens. Then, a group of weirdo ass looking girls walked up to him, giggling and shit. Kentrell frowned, crossing his arms as glared holes at the girls. He didn't know what the fuck was so funny,
but he was going to go over there and find out.
"Who this?" One girl asked when he finally made his way over to them.
"His baby mama. Who the fuck is y'all?"
"His future wife." One boldly stated, tilted her head at him.
"Bitch, you hard at hearin' or sum? Yo ugly ass ain't heard what the fuck I just said?"
"I heard baby mama, not boyfriend."
"And I just heard 'I'm a dumb ass bitch who don't value ma life'. Hoe you betta' watch who the fuck you talkin' too, fo' you end up in a muthafuckin' ditch, why you sittin' up hea tryin' to be cute. Back the fuck up off my nigga fo' I getcho head knocked in."
"I ain't finna be touched. Believe that." The girl looked him up and down.
"Bet that up. I got a homegirl who practically baldhead so you can't grab her hair and even then, she keep a baby glock cuz she ain't fightin' with no randoms."
"Periodt." And Sheyaa did the hand motion.
"Stupid ass bitches, y'all hoes look like y'all share toothbrushes, with y'all funky asses."
Kentrell turned around and began walking off, knowing the Sheyaa was already following. His hunch was confirmed was his ass was slapped and gripped harshly.
"Can I give you some dick now, cuz you got me all hard and shit."
"What about the teddy bear?" Kentrell stomped.
"Mannn, fuck that teddy bear. You my teddy bear. Now bring yo ass so we can go home and I can dick yo down."
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Kentrell had just been getting off work, when his phone rung. He munched on his donut, checking the device and saw that it was Sheyaa, and smiled.
"Hey daddy-"
"Ken, they-" He frowned as he heard Sheyaa take in a shaky breath, labored intakes of air. He sounded so shaken up, which let him know that there was something wrong, because he this was Sheyaa they were talking about.
"Take a deep breath Sheyaa. What's wrong?" And he was already quickly hopping in his car, jamming the keys in the ignition.
"M-My momma, they shot her bruh."
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