Inevitably Love. (Complicated Book 2)

by Love Belvin

I giggled, seeing it from both sides. Ishaan may have felt excluded. And perhaps my baby was simply being friendly, and that was its way of saying hello. Again.

I’m confused AF… he hasn’t checked the results, he has them…she has them and nothing. There is way too much going on right now. I’m just confused

‘The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.’

Schmaltzy.

Listen…I’m dumb as fuck. Say sentimental. Because every time I’m looking up these damn words. They don’t fit.

“Oh, nothing,” she sighed. “Maybe just go home and warm up some meatloaf.”

Oh she’s laying it on

“I’m a COO of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. Not to mention my other businesses where I earn exceptionally well. Hayden, neither I nor my child will be spending nights in a basement.” After enduring her wide eyes and head snapping back, I pushed, “And neither will the mother of my child.”

“—you want to pursue something with me and take on the role of a father, perhaps that’s something we can do. But you telling me what to do and where to go won’t be a thing with a man I don’t know if I can trust. That shit has to be earned.”

First of all, you basically homeless. Plus you keep eluding to this man not being the father and we know he is. WTF is the big deal?

“I will show up for you time after time if you simply make room for me. Make room for me by not shutting me out before I fuck up. Make room for me by understanding I’m a man with pride and integrity. I don’t borrow. I don’t duck from my responsibilities. I don’t run from problems, Hayden. I fix shit. I don’t know what the fuck those other guys—including your father—did before me but make room for me by committing to giving me a chance.”

“But you do fuck,” I fired back.

We’ve established this…why are we still bringing it up?

“You seem so damn converse with telling a grown ass woman where to live and demanding she give up her privacy.

Girl you are homeless. Your apartment is funky and flooded

“But best believe this will be the last night I’m staying here.”

Yo she weird

“Being told what to do. Where to live. I’ve pretty much been a ‘figure it outer’ all my adult life. I don’t want to lose my independence.”

Why put yourself through being a figure it out person and that stress? You can be comfortable leaning on your man and not become dependent

Hayden: Kenny, you’re right. I’m pregnant with his child. Something about what happened a few weeks ago still feels weird to me. The shit with your name is grimy af. He doesn’t want me in contact with you. My gut is telling me to back out of you guys’ shit. I’m pregnant and don’t need the stress. Good luck to you.

Why did she even answer back? Hayden just be doing and saying shit

And when I got to the final one, a kid named Lucas, he sang his name. Of course, that nigga was the leader of the group. I found it comical and corny at the same damn time.

Whhhyyyyyy???

The dreams had been coming frequently lately. Maybe it was the pregnancy.

Def the pregnancy...the dreams are wild too

Did I trust Ishaan? No. I was beginning to understand I didn’t know how.

But your tone def ass said ok.

“So, you invite all of your exes into your private spaces to wear little clothes?”

He ought to be telling you that he helps close friends have babies

And I’ll be honest with you. It makes me not want to have shit to do with you, co-parenting wise. A man of my stature doesn’t need that fuckin’ headache, Ebonee.”

She gonna use that last embryo just to say fuck Yall

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue and if there be any praise, think on these things

I knew she’d do this. Ebonee had not changed at all. Taking another sip, the coolness of the water racing down my chest and into my belly felt like a balm, similar to this anticipated call.

He did it lol. Smart man.

infinitesimal

Lady why????

“No, she’s not,” Mehki replied to his grandmother, completely ignoring me.

He’s spiraling