As I cook my big breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and a green fruit smoothie with kale and spinach, I dance around to singing the lyrics loudly.

"Damn, look at your big ass stomach." Brandon smiles from my phone. We've been on FaceTime for a couple minutes and this is his first time seeing how big my stomach has gotten.

"I know, I know. I feel like a hippo." I laugh as I sit down to eat, propping up my phone.

"Well you don't look like one. You look good, Lani. You'll always look good."

"Thank you, Brandon."

"So how you get that big ass house? Last time I checked you was staying at yo sister's place." He says, making my food get stuck in my throat. I haven't told anyone why me and Kimora stopped talking or how I ended up here, but I guess if I'm going to tell somebody; it should be someone I trust.

I chew up all of my food and wash it down with my smoothie before wiping my mouth. My hands shake nervously as I begin telling him about the situation with Tariq, Bria, and Kimora. I also tell him about Nolan, his wives, and how I ended up here in this house. The look on Brandon's face is priceless and I watch as he licks his thick, chocolate lips; making me shutter. I hate looking at him in that way, but he's so fine and every time I see him, I'm reminded of that kiss.

"Milani, you're always getting yoself in some shit, you know that right? Drummer told me about how you sent him your location the night you left so what the hell you gone do if he pops up on you one day? You know how he is and you know he gone go crazy when you explain shit about Nolan." Brandon says as he rubs his head. "I do think you made the right decision about Tariq, but you went about it the wrong way. I'm sure you wasn't thinking about that though because you were tryna protect you and the baby. As for the crazy shit with Nolan and his wives, you need to get yo shit together and get outta that weak ass nigga's house. You need me to send you some money?"

My heart feels so full hearing how concerned Brandon is about me. It's nice to have someone that actually cares and listens to me. Drummer cared, but he never listened as well as Brandon. "If Drummer pops up here, Ima just be real with him and tell him what's going on. I don't need any money Brandon. I'll figure it all out soon, but since Nolan tried to play me it's only right that I use him for his house."

The two of us remain quiet, trying to get our thoughts together. My mouth opens and closes each time I try to figure out what to say about the baby shower situation with Nolan. I left that part out of the story, but I have to tell Brandon before I invite him and Chanel to the baby shower.

"Milani, I know you got sum to say so go ahead and say it. You know you can't hide nothing from me. I can see it all over yo face. Tell me Wassup." Brandon says as he sexily smokes his blunt, blowing smoke into the air.

"Please don't judge me for this, but I really want to have my baby shower soon and since Nolan is the man who has been in my life, people think we're together. So I'm going to let him play Drummer's role as the father, only at the baby shower. I would really like it if you and Chanel could be here. I plan on having it ASAP and I'll text you with the details."

"Milani Ross, girl, you crazy as hell. Ain't no way ima let you do my boy like that. I'll play the father role before I let Nolan play it. You only doing all this shit to try and exclude Drummer from everything and I told you before, that ain't right. All that bad shit happening to you is your karma for the way you took off knowing he wanted to be there for your entire pregnancy. You got until midnight to tell him and if you don't, I'll tell him myself. I forced myself to respect your decision to leave Chicago, but I don't respect this shit, Lani."

"Bye Brandon. I don't wanna hear that shit right now." I scoff, carrying my empty dishes to the sink then grabbing my phone and carrying it into the bedroom with me. After making sure my phone isn't turned towards me, I slowly strip out of my shirt and shorts; leaving me naked. Peeping back to the camera, I notice that Brandon is mesmerized and licking his lips.

"What the hell you looking at?" I ask him, still mad that he's always speaking the truth. I know I need to hear it though.

"You." He says slowly, his eyes staring into my soul. "I knew you was fine, but damn, Ian know you was hiding all that under them clothes."

Bucking my eyes, I look around and notice that the camera is facing the mirror behind me!! Fuck, Brandon just saw my ass and ain't no telling what else. I quickly throw on one of my dresses and sit down on the bed; holding the phone out in front of me. I have no idea what to say, so I don't say anything at all and neither does he; he just stares at me.

"Stop looking at me like that, Brandon." I blush nervously. "You're making me nervous."

"You ain't got nothing to be nervous about, babygirl. I was just admiring your beauty. Enough about that though, how you been doing forreal?"

"I've just been going through the motion and trying my best not to let it all get to me, but it's hard. It's hard being pregnant and having so many emotions, but trying not to let them show. Sometimes I just need a hug and somebody to tell me that everything will be okay. " I admit, tears escaping my eyes.

Brandon licks his lips and tells me to hold on. Moments later, he comes back with a smile on his face, "Send me your location. I'll be there later tonight."

My eyes light up as I scream "Really!?"

"Yeah, Chanel can't come yet with everything going on at the studio, but she said she'll fly out for the baby shower when you text her the details. I'll just stay there until the baby shower. I can't stay in Chicago knowing you're not doing good out there by yourself. You need somebody to be there for you."

Nodding my head, I wipe my tears and send him my location. We talk a little while longer before I let him get off the phone to pack. With a smile on my face, I get up from my bed and decide that I'm going to pamper myself before Brandon gets here. I've been so stressed and tired. I know I must look like a bat out of hell.

Walking over to my closet, I slip on my shoes and grab my purse then turn off all the lights. Heading out to my car, I get inside and use the GPS to find the nearest Target then drive straight there; happy to be out of the house. As soon as I walk inside and get a cart, I start walking down aisles throwing random things inside it; starting with face masks, a face roller, facial cleanser, moisturizer etc.

Just as I'm on my way to the register, I start seeing all of the delicious snacks that I know I don't need and sharply turn my cart around; going back to the chip aisle. Once I'm in the aisle looking for my cool ranch Doritos, hot Cheetos, and Queso ruffles, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Turning around to look over my shoulder; I see a glimpse of someone quickly hiding. My heart immediately starts racing because I've seen too many Facebook posts about women being sex trafficked. I'll be damn if I let someone kidnap my big ass.

Quickly grabbing cookies and juice, I speed walk up to the register and keep looking over my shoulders; making sure no one is behind me. As I give the cashier my money, I look back once more and again I see someone hiding. Sweat rolls down my forehead as I shakily accept my change.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" She asks me, worried by my behavior.

"I-I have to get outta here! I think someone is following me." I say and speed walk out of the store, pushing my cart as fast as I can.

"Wait! Miss, wait a second! Let us help you or at least walk you to your car!!!" The cashier yells out to me, but I ignore her. I don't have time for this.

Once I make it to my car, I quickly throw the groceries into the backseat; freezing when I feel someone's breath on my neck. I slowly turn around and hit whoever it is in the head with my purse as hard as I can then try to get into the car, but I'm grabbed and snatched into a hard chest.

"Damn, Lani! You didn't have to hit me!"

"Nolan!" I yell when I turn around towards him. "What the hell are you doing here? Have you been following me this whole time?"

"Yeah, I have. I didn't mean to scare you. I saw you leaving the house and I had to make sure you weren't coming out to tell anyone about my wives. I can't risk you getting us into trouble and shit." He says as he takes a step back.

"You were watching me at the house!!? What the hell! You fucking idiot! I don't give a shit about you or your wives! I came to pick up some stuff that I needed."

"Milani, calm down. It's not that serious and I'm gonna follow you to the house. There's a lot of clothes there that I don't need or use. My uncle was telling me about a homeless guy who needs clothing so I'm gonna give everything to him." Nolan tells me as he helps me into my car, despite, me not wanting his help.

"Yeah whatever." I say as I pull off and drive back to the house.

Nolan pulls up shortly after me and carries my bags inside while I sit down on the couch to rest. My body is in a bit of pain from pushing that cart so hard to get away from my "kidnapper."

"Make it snappy. I have a guest coming over soon."

"Milani, didn't nobody tell you that you could have people in my house. You should be glad I'm letting you stay here." Nolan says as he starts stuffing clothing into boxes.

Ignoring him, I put my laptop onto my stomach since I can't see my lap and search for the perfect theme for my baby shower. Once I find it, I start to plan everything else out; emailing my employees because of course, I'll be using our services for the baby shower. As I finish up, all I can think about is Brandon saying I needed to tell Drummer. Taking a deep breath, I use my phone to call his number and it takes a minute, but he picks up.

"Drummer, we need to talk." I say softly. I did expect to hear his voice, but not in this way. I know his moans anywhere and that's exactly what I'm hearing.

My heart breaks into a million pieces as I listen to him and another woman moaning loudly, their skin clapping together. Quickly hanging up the phone, I get up off the couch and run to the bathroom; throwing up into the toilet. Moments later, Nolan comes running in after me; rubbing my back and holding my hair up.

"Milani, you okay? What's wrong?" He asks but I ignore him then wipe my mouth and brush my teeth.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lay down." I lie smoothly.

While I'm getting into bed, Nolan sits down next to me, giving me my phone and rubbing my scalp as I cry softly. I never thought Drummer would move on and it's all my fault.

"Nolan, please stop. Just let me have a few minutes alone. Okay?"

Without a word, he nods his head and leaves the room; shutting the door behind himself. Once he's gone, I break down crying and holding my chest. It feels like someone has snatched my heart outta my body. Wiping my face, I look down at my ringing phone and see Brandon's name so I answer it; trying to act like I'm okay.

"H-Hello." I sniff.

"Milani, what's wrong? You okay? Are you crying? Talk to me."

"I-I called Drummer to tell him about the b-baby shower and he was cheating on me. I heard him and a woman moaning and fucking! Brandon I feel like I'm dying. I can't take this!! This is all my fault!! I knew I loved him and I should've told him sooner. Please tell me you're almost here."

"I hate to say this to you, but you broke up with him so technically he's not cheating. I've been telling you to stop being stubborn and get back with him, but you didn't listen. You're going to be okay, Lani. You're a strong woman and you've been through so much. He's probably just fucking her to get over you, but we both know that won't change how he feels about you. I'm sure y'all can work it out. Y'all just need to talk in person and figure out what y'all are gonna do. Y'all can't keep acting like this towards each other, you're bringing a baby into this world and he'll need his father." Brandon says softly.

"Thanks for always being there for me, Brandon. I know you're probably tired of hearing about my problems. I'll figure something out with Drummer soon. I just need a minute to heal and come to terms with the fact that we may be done forever. I just want to take my mind off it so I'm happy you're coming. I know you'll make me feel better."

"You're welcome, Lani, but about that... I can't come see you tonight. I had to cancel my flight because Chanel needs me to help her at the studio. I'm sorry that I'm letting you down, but I'll be there first thing in the morning. Are you gonna be okay until morning?"

"It's okay and yeah I am. I'll see you in the morning." I say and hang up.

A few moments after my call has ended, I cry a little more then convince myself that since Drummer is doing whatever the fuck he wants to do, I have the right to do the same. My sadness turns into rage and revenge as I call Nolan into the room and motion for him to sit on the bed.

"Are you okay now?" He asks me and I ignore him, crashing my lips into his.

"I will be after you fuck me."

Nolan grabs my shoulders and holds me still while he looks into my eyes. "You serious? You sure you wanna do this? I don't know what's going on with you, but you literally just went from sobbing to horny."

"Nolan, you said you wanted this so stop asking questions. I'm serious and I'm sure I want to do this. My pregnancy emotions have been all over the place. That's all it is.. okay?"

Instead of responding, he places his lips on mine and massages my tongue with his own. His hands run down my body and I start to back out until Drummer's moans replay in my head. Raising my arms, I let Nolan undress me and kiss down my neck until he makes it to my breasts, taking each one into his mouth. His fingers trail into my panties and he rubs circles around my clit then slips his fingers into me.

A moan escapes my lips as he sucks on my neck, picking up the pace with his fingers. My juices cover his fingers and he sucks it off then pulls my panties off; replacing his fingers with his tongue. I close my eyes as his tongue enters my hole repeatedly while he massages my clit with his thumb.

"Fuck yes." I moan each time his tongue enters and exits my tight hole.

Nolan makes me cum then reaches into his pants pocket and grabs a condom. When he removes his pants, his thick dick springs out and he strokes it repeatedly before rolling the condom down onto his length.

"This is your last chance to back out. You sure you wanna do this?" He asks me as he positions himself at my entrance.

Grabbing his dick, I slide it into myself and he takes the hint; starting to slowly stroke into me. I rock my hips in rhythm with his strokes and we both moan loudly; our grunts filling the room.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight, Lani. I love this pregnant pussy." Nolan moans as he holds onto my shoulders to stabilize himself.

He picks up the pace with his strokes and I rub my clit until my body is shaking. My breathing gets heavier as the pressure builds up at the pit of my stomach; releasing itself when Nolan hits my g-spot. The two of us cum in unison, our bodies sweaty and sticky. He pulls out of me and rolls over onto the bed so that he's not on my stomach.

"Milani, that shit was so fucking good."

All I do is nod my head. It wasn't the worst sex ever, but it damn sure wasn't Drummer's sex. I don't think anyone could match what I have with him then again, maybe it wasn't as good because I'm pregnant and can't do much. While I'm stuck in my thoughts, Nolan goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up. After catching my breath, I grab my phone and see that I have 17 missed calls and 1 incoming from Drummer so I answer it. I guess he knows that I heard him.

"What, Drummer!!?"

"Milani, we need to talk. I know you heard what I was doing and I need to explain myself."

"There's nothing to explain. You've moved on, that's great. I wish you the best." I say, my voice cracking and lip quivering.

"You ain't gotta lie to me. I know you're hurt and I...." He trails until Nolan walks back into the room being loud. "Milani, you got the best pussy I've ever had."

Awwww fuck! I done really fucked up now! I think to myself.

"Milani, what the fuck that nigga just say? I better be hearing shit or sum because I know damn well you didn't give my pussy up." Drummer says calmly which isn't a good sign. I've rather have him pissed off than calm.

"Drummer, you're not in the pos..." I say and he cuts me off. "Fuck that. You better tell that nigga to run. If he's still there when I get there, I'll be sending him back to his mama in pieces. Bye."

Terrified and not knowing what to do, I call Brandon multiple times, but he doesn't answer so I do the next best thing. I turn off my location in hopes that Drummer won't find me, but I get a text message shortly after saying, "I already screenshotted it. See you tomorrow. You better stay where the fuck you at. Don't make me come looking for you."

"Milani, you look like you've seen a ghost! You good?"

"I'm fine. You're not though." I say quietly.

"What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"N-nothing. Just leave! I have to get my thoughts together! HURY UP! Get out!"

I drag Nolan to the door and allow him to get his boxes of clothing then shut the door in his face. My breathing picks up as I find a bag to breath into to calm myself down.

I guess Brandon was right. This is my