Y'all want Victoria to be pregnant so bad. Chill out. Let's get to the juicy stuff first.

But, y'all can give me some name suggestions for boys & girls. First name has to start with a V or K, middle name with a D or an A, last name is Thompson.

And if y'all didn't know, comments motivate me. So if I push myself to write a chapter, short or long, and there's only a few comments and hella reads, that's gonna irritate me.

Dedicated to @JavonaJames . Thanks for your help.
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Victoria

Earlier that morning...

"Gal yuh noh dead yet? Mi haffi chat to yuh," she spoke.

Her smooth, chocolate skin was complimented with that infamous smirk and deep dimples on both of her cheeks. She wore a long, black sundress, a light denim jacket, gold jewelry, gold sandals, with her thick hair pulled into a bun at the top of her head.

My eyes widened and I let out a string of curse words under my breath at the sight of this particular Yardie at my door.

Shit.

"No disrespect, but why are you here, Mrs. Aiesha?"

"Mi a left mi husband," she announced with a smile on her face.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sound of that. I would've never thought she would be leaving that man.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Mi know who yuh be, Victoria."

"I'm not with your son anymore-" I replied, trying to wrap up the conversation and get this woman out of my home.

"Mi nah chat bout James. Mah chat bout Alexander. Mi wah fih help him."

Oh baby fuck no.

"Leave. I don't know what you're talking about," Opening the door once again, I signaled for her to leave but she obviously didn't get the hint.

"Yeh u do. Yuh jus fraid. Mi promise fi nuh cause nuh harm. But like Alexander want revenge pon James, mi want revenge pon ole a them."

I sighed before looking into his eyes, "Kareem you gotta promise me you ain't gonna go crazy."

"I can't promise you that. But I can promise I won't do it in front of you." He shrugged nonchalantly, making me smack my lips.

"James' momma came to my loft last night. She wants to help you with whatever you're about to do."

When I said that, his face tuned up, and he tried to step away from me but I pulled him back.

"And," Kareem urged me to continue one he realized I wasn't letting him go.

"But you gotta wait until her and Jamero's divorce is finalized," I spoke, hesitantly, because I knew that he was ready to get this shit over and done with.

"For what?"

"So she can take him for everything that he has. People already don't like him, but they fear him. With no money, he has no cartel, no advantages from the government, no protection... If you go for James, Jamero is gonna retaliate and I don't want you to get hurt so please just talk to her."

I watched as Kareem soaked up the information that I'd just told him, biting his lip and staring blankly at nothing in particular.

"How many more you got today?"

"Three. My last one is at 3:30. But it's just a color touch up and a flat iron."

I was grateful that my day was almost over because I was tired as hell. My first client was at 7:30 that morning.

"Call me when you're almost done and I'm gonna be back up here to take you to your appointment. You or Vanessa can't stay at ya loft anymore, and I'll handle anything that has to do with the lease."

I didn't even bother arguing with him, especially since he was calm and irritated at the same time.

"Alright."

"Gimme kiss," he demanded with his lips poked out.

"Gimme got his neck broke."

"Bye." Kareem smacked his lips and walked away. I didn't know why though, because I was sitting in his truck.

"I'm just playin', come here," I laughed, grabbing the big baby's shirt and pulling him back towards me.

*

"Baby?"

"Hm?" I looked up from my phone where I was texting Dasani. She wanted to go to lunch the following day after she got her hair done.

Kareem glanced over at me before redirecting his attention back to the road, "You ready for ya appointment?"

My doctor was able to squeeze me in so that I didn't have to wait until the next week. I guess that's the perks of doing everybody and their momma's hair.

"Sure."

He looked like he was about to say something, but decided against it. Kareem put his left hand on the wheel before reaching over with his right and lacing his fingers with mine.

"You gonna be good. Aight?"

"Okay," I nodded, squeezing his hand.

*

"So how are you doing today?"

My usual doctor came in to the room after knocking and shook both mine and Kareem's hands.

"I'm fine, just anxious."

I was not lying about being anxious. I didn't want to hear anything bad that would make me feel worse about my situation.

"That's expected," she nodded.

"The papers say that you are here about," Dr. Grady paused to flip through my files, "fertility? Am I right?"

"Right."

"I remember that you had a miscarriage in the past, but you were able to carry your second child full term. Sorry for your loss, by the way."

"Thank you," I replied, nodding.

"I'm gonna run some tests on you to diagnose why your fertility levels are low. The results should be in by next week. Following, I will inform you of healthy ways to possibly improve your conditions."

Dr. Grady left out of the room so that I could strip from my clothes and change into the gown for patients.

"You scared as hell," Kareem announced as I folded my clothes up and sat them in the chair next to him.

"Is it that obvious," I asked with a sarcastic smile on my face.

"You shakin like a stripper."

I looked down at my hands that shook as I tried to tie the gown in the front.

Kareem got up from his seat, walking over to me, and then tied it for me. He grabbed my hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

"Baby you gotta relax. Stress is probably another reason ya fertility levels are low."

Nodding, I took in what he was telling me. I really appreciated the fact that he was here for me.

"I was doin some research and frequent sex helps."

I looked up at Kareem with a knowing look on my face as he grinned like a fool.

"I'm sure you'd like that, huh?"

"Absolutely. How long you think we got before the doctor comes back," he asked with the same grin on his face while trying to untie my gown.

"Not enough. Go sit down." I lightly pushed his chest and got comfortable on the little bed that was in the room.

Dr. Grady knocked on the door not too long after before coming back in the room, performing a basic checkup along with some other tests, and then leaving again.

"You sure we don't have time?"

"I got you later. I promise." He nodded, licking his lips, sitting back in the chair and spreading his legs wide open like he always did when he got comfortable.

"Okay, I'm back. Sorry for the wait," the doctor spoke as she came back into the room.

"No problem," I assured her before giving her my undivided attention.

"Eating healthy is one of the main things that I recommend. When I checked your vitals," she flipped through the papers on the clipboard that she had before speaking again, "I saw that you were not obese, but you're very healthy. There is nothing wrong with that, but be more careful with the foods that you eat."

I nodded.

"Also, try not to stress yourself out so much. Victoria, I know you, and you care a little too much. You have to think about your health, and also the health of this baby you are trying to conceive.

"Sex is a big factor as well. Especially on the days around the time that you are ovulating. I would recommend every other day, if not every day. Although sexual intercourse every day caused the highest increase in fertility levels, it also stressed couples out. The results for engaging in intercourse every other day other day came pretty close to those that did everyday."

"I told you," I heard Kareem mumble from his seat near the door.

Obviously Dr. Grady did too because she let out a small laugh before continuing.

"I also recommend starting the process as soon as possible because the longer you wait, the more difficult it will be to reproduce."

"Can you give us a list of healthy foods so we can get this started," Kareem asked Dr. Grady, making me look over at him.

"I sure can. I'll be right back."

*

"You know I this means we can't be eating all that Creole seasoning and hot sauce and shit, right?"

I laughed before realizing what he'd said.

"We?"

"Yeah, we. I'm tryna get you pregnant with my kids. What I look like lettin you take this lil journey alone?"

"You are too damn good to me, Kareem."

"No such thing as too damn good. Especially for you."

I stared at him with a small smile on my face as he drove. I'll never understand what I did to deserve somebody like Kareem Thompson.

Kareem

"You good?"

Peaking my head into Kai's bedroom where she was damn near completely hidden under blue and purple pillows and a matching comforter. Her bed was huge, making it even harder to see her if I wasn't looking for her.

Her room used to be pink and orange, but she decided that she was tired of looking at the same stuff, so we repainted and redesigned.

Like I said before, as long as Kai does what I ask of her, she can get what she wants.

That don't mean I'm spoiling her rotten though. My child has a deep understanding of the word no and she also knows that if she throws a fit about hearing it, we gonna have some issues.

"Mhm. Good night, dad. I love you."

"I love you too."

I dimmed the lights all the way down and pulled Kai's room door until it was cracked a little before sighing and running my hand down my face.

When I made it to my office that was all the way downstairs in the basement, I sat down and reflected over what Victoria had told me earlier that day.

"This is some bullshit."

I wasn't scared, I was frustrated. After years of having peaceful alliances, a nigga who I thought was down decides that he wants to turn on me.

Like we both could've been eatin together.

I'm not a fan of disloyalty and James making me wanna do some shit I ain't ever done before. And the fact that his momma showed up offering her help is only adding fuel to my fire and a sense of uneasiness.

Regardless of if I have the Jamaicans on my team or not,  I'm gonna fuck some shit up.

However, the outcomes would vary in each scenario.

If Aiesha was able to take over her soon to be ex husband's cartel like she claimed, I would be walking away safe.

But, if she's tryna play me and I get down there with the rest of my people, fuck some shit up, come back home, and there's a hit out for my head, it ain't gonna be pretty.

And then, this woman knows where Victoria used to lay her head. If that don't scream suspect as fuck, I don't know what does.

As usual, my phone started ringing, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Baby💸💎 was calling me on FaceTime.

I didn't understand why though since she was right upstairs.

Leaning back in the seat that was behind the large desk in my office, I answered the call and waited for it to connect.

I smiled at the sight of her with her hair wrapped up and her glasses on. We were no longer in that stage where we tried to look cute when we went to sleep- well we never really gave a fuck from the beginning.

The first time she slept over, she told me she wasn't about to go to bed without a scarf and bonnet because she cared more about her hair than how she looked in her sleep.

I fucks with it though.

"Can you come here?" I watched as she slightly bit on her thumb in anticipation.

"For what?" I asked that just to irritate her. Don't nothing good happen past twelve a.m. so I was already aware of what she wanted.

She turned her face up and put her hand on her chest, "I gotta have a reason to want you in my presence?"

"I'm just playin. Here I come," I replied.

"I bet you are. Hurry up before I change my mind," Victoria spoke before ending the call.

I shook my head before getting up from my seat, going to check the house, turning off the lights, and heading up the stairs.

When I walked into our room, Victoria was already face down ass up, prepared for what was about to go down.

"Oh you ready, huh," I asked with a smirk on my face while I let my sweats and boxers drop to the floor, even though I already knew the answer.

"Mhm," she moaned out as I slid into her from behind and put my hand loosely around her neck. I wasn't about to get yelled at for touching her bonnet.

Hell naw.

Victoria increased her arch and began to throw it back while clenching around me, causing my eyebrows to furrow and me to let out a moan and bite my lip.

Good thing the walls were soundproof.

*

After a few rounds, me and Victoria laid in the middle of the bed in a comfortable silence. Her big ass head was on my chest and my arms were wrapped tightly around her as I rubbed her back.

"You know... I'm starting to see past this facade you got going on," she spoke.

I remained as content as I was before she'd said anything because she was speaking the truth.

Victoria Marshall, soon to be Thompson, was a woman that I'd never met in my life. Even though we hadn't even been together for a year, I would be lying if I said that she wasn't who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

She was where home was. Simple as that.

"That's because I want you to."
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