《Kyra (Completed)》34
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The doorbell rang just as I pulled my hair into a huge bun on top of my head. It's growing way to long and I'm going to get it cut tomorrow. I look like a damn troll. Cam is going to be mad, but I don't care because it's my body. It's hair, it'll grow back and fast evidently.
I opened the door and Rashad immediately pulled me into a hug. I smiled and shut the door behind me. I lead him into the guess room, and he sat his bags down before following me back into the living room.
"Yo, you big nigga." I chuckled and looked down at my stomach. "Shut up."
He bent down and lightly pecked my lips. "How you been?"
I bit my lip and shrugged. "I'm lonely." He laughed. "Don't you got friends?"
I hit him across the head. "Yeah, but they not up my ass 24/7." He sat me on his lap and lifted my shirt. He placed a hand on my belly and sighed. "I can't believe you're pregnant Kyra."
His face dropped but he tried to hide it. "I thought you was gone have my kids one day and you having his... He doesn't even deserve the family he's getting. I would have never done you like that. He probably not even happy with that broad."
I looked down. "He's not."
"He trying to get you back huh?" I looked at him and nodded. "I think he's realized that it's really over."
I got off his lap and got the remote off of the table, sitting back down next to him.
"Rashad, are you looking for something? Right now, I can't. This little boy is my only focus."
"You are having a son too?" He asked in disbelief. "Damn..."
Rashad..." He sighed and ran his hands over his fade. "I don't know Kyra. I might just be feeling like this because I haven't seen you in so long. Maybe I do."
I crossed my legs and grabbed his hand. "And that's where I stop you." He looked at me confused but I ignored his expression and continued. "Let's be brutally honest. Cam isn't going to want you around our son and you're not going to want to raise another man's child. You don't have to. I'm still, and as much as I try to fight it, in love with him. I don't know if it's the baby or if I would have been like this even if I wasn't pregnant."
Rashad kissed his teeth. "You're still in love with a nigga that disrespected you like that? You gotta be kidding me."
"I never said I was putty in his damn hands but yes I am and I'm not going to pretend I'm not and hurt myself in the process. I'm not going to lie for you, him or anyone else."
"Yes. I love him. I'm head over heels in love with a man that cheated on me. That's the dumbest thing I've ever said but it's the most honest I've been with myself since it happened. It doesn't mean I've taken him back cause I haven't. He doesn't deserve me like you said. He can stay with that broad as you called her."
He laughed. "What does that mean? You winna be friends?"
I nodded. "I love you too damn much to let you walk out of my life after you've just reentered it." He smiled and I leaned over to kiss his soft lips.
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"Aww, I can kiss you still?"
I shook my head. "That was a closure kiss." He nodded and pulled me into a hug.
The doorbell rang and I looked at Rashad. I knew it was Cam. He stops by randomly to check on me since I lived alone, and it slipped my mind.
"That's him ain't it?" I bit my lip.
"Well don't leave the nigga in the cold." He mumbled and I laughed. "He's in the hallway." He shrugged nonchalantly and started to flip through the channels.
I got up from the couch and walked to open the door. Cam, Clinton, Cody And Austin, walked in carrying huge boxes with Anna right behind. She shut the door and gave me a hug along with the rest of them.
Cam walked over and kissed my stomach and my forehead. "Hey..." I smiled. "Hey Cam."
"What's this stuff?" I asked looking at the boxes. They were big, cardboard and stapled shut. I had no idea what they could be.
"It's the crib, changing table, some shelves, and a dresser. You guys should start thinking of a name. I want to have it scaled onto the wall." Cam nodded and looked at me.
Cam looked behind me and narrowed his eyes. I turned around and Rashad was walking up behind me.
"Who might this be?" Anna asked pulling me into her side.
"This is..." Cam cut me off. "Rashad? Right?" He nodded.
"What is he doing here Kyra?"
Anna frowned and grilled Cam. "Cam, stop being rude. Hi, I'm Anna." Rashad smiled and shook her hand. "Rashad."
"Why he here?" Cam repeated.
"He came to visit me." Cam nodded and helped them carry the boxes up the steps.
"I don't like him." Rashad mumbled.
"You don't even know him." He shrugged. "And I don't want to."
"That's petty as hell." He gave me a blank face. "He doesn't even do shit for you Kyra."
"He bought this house." Rashad kissed his teeth and jogged upstairs. He came back down with his luggage and I sighed. "Your leaving?"
"Naw, I'm going to a hotel. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm finna head over and see Kaykay." I sighed and nodded.
He's grown, I'm not begging him to stay with me while he's here.
Cam came back downstairs and kissed my cheek. "He left?"
"Yeah." I said letting out a breath. "You with him?" I turned around and faced him seeing the flash of hurt in his eyes. "No, I'm not."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. "Let's go irritate Anna." He laughed and nodded following me upstairs.
I sat between Cam's legs in the baby chair as we watched them set up the room. A phone started to ring, and Cam pulled my phone from his pocket and handed it to me.
"Hello?"
"Hi, honey." I smiled.
"Hi ma. How are you?" She laughed. "Don't be worrying about me, I'm calling to see about you. Kyrie wants to talk to you so I will have him call you later when he's out of school."
"Aww, cool. I miss him."
"When are you due? I want to come now but I can't. I figure I can plan ahead and fly down a few days before your due and me a Ky can stay for like two weeks."
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"Uhm." I got up from Cam's lap and went into my room, pulling out the drawer next to my bed. I pulled out my pregnancy info and looked for my date. I honestly had forgotten. No one really asks me that surprisingly.
"March 3rd." I heard her fumble around a little before she spoke again. "That's so soon."
I smiled. "I'm tired of being pregnant."
"I bet you are honey. I'll see you soon okay?" She said sweetly. "Yeah, bye ma." I said hanging up.
"What are you doing?" Cam asked walking into my room.
"My mom wanted to know my due date and I forgot it." I said stuffing the papers back into the folder and outing it back in my bedside table drawer.
"Why you ain't just ask me? It's " I kissed my teeth and smacked my hand against my forehead.
"I don't know." He chuckled. "I do be listening to the doctor when you don't."
"I see. How cute." He smiled.
"Aye, I gotta go handle something, I'll be back, later. " I nodded and let him kiss my stomach like he always has before he goes somewhere.
I sat on the park bench waiting for Chanel to show up. She's been all over me these past few days. I never told her that Kyra was pregnant because I didn't know what she would do. I'm not taking chances either. I would kill Chanel personally if she ever harmed Kyra or my son.
I saw her approaching and I stood up waiting for her to reach me.
"Hey baby." I nodded. "Wassup?"
"Nothing just got off. What about you?"
I sighed and grabbed her hand as we started to walk. I wasn't about to have small talk with her when I knew exactly what I came here to do. I ignored her question and she glanced up at me. "What?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something..."
She nodded. I sighed and looked up at the sky, it was around five o'clock, so it was beginning to get dark. I know Kyra was probably sitting in front of that big ass window of a wall, watching the sunset like she did almost every day.
I wanted to be with her while she did it, so I needed to cut this convo short.
"I've been thinking and shit and right now I need to man up do what I need to do. I have a lot of things that I'm half assing and I need to fix that."
"Like what?"
She looked up at me and pushed some of her hair out of her face. "I never told you this, but me and Cody been off ever since I got with you. My mom too as much as she tries to act like it doesn't."
"What? They like me."
"They did, five years ago Chanel. Maybe they would have now, if you wouldn't have kissed me when I was with Kyra."
"Don't try to pin that on me, you kissed back!" I put my hands up.
"I'm not saying I didn't. I'm just saying, I can't be with you if my family doesn't approve of you." She shook her head and let me go. "Are you breaking up with me?"
I nodded and she broke down. "Cam... I just-"
"Chanel, I've got bigger responsibilities now and if you're tainting that. I can't have you around. This... Me and you. You're not where I belong. "
"Cam, this is about Kyra! Why are you sugar coating it trying to save my feelings when I know?"
I sighed. "Chanel, I love her. Why would you want to be with me and I'm in love with someone else?"
"Because, I love you Cam, you don't understand!"
I shook my head. "No, you don't understand." I said poking her chest lightly, "I have to save whatever I have left with her before I lose her. I'm doing for her what you would do for me. You have to understand..."
She ran her hands through her hair and tried to hold in her tears. "I feel stupid. I keep falling in love with you over and over again and you do nothing but leave for the next girl that catches your eye. I'm nothing to you."
"I'm just not in love with you anymore, stop trying to make me a bad guy. You had what you wanted and now I have to fight for what I want. I can't give up on her. I won't give up on her."
She shook her head and backed away from me. "I really hate you."
"No, you don't. You love me and you're going to get over me really soon. Like you said. I ain't shit and I've come to realize that. Go find a nigga better than me. One that treats you like a princess."
I kissed her forehead and made my way back out of the park.
I locked the door behind me and walked into the living room. Just as I predicted, Kyra was sitting on an ottoman in front of the window. I smiled and took my phone from my pocket, snapping a picture.
She turned around and I walked over to her wrapping my arms around her. He rested her head on my shoulder, but stayed silent as we watched the sun go down... It slowly went from pink, to purple till the dark blue of the night.
"Cam, can you take me to the hospital?" I looked at her and nodded getting up. "What's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts and I'm bleeding."
Was she having a miscarriage?
"You not..." I trialed off. I didn't even want to think about it let alone say the words. Why is she just saying something? I've been here thirty minutes, just sitting.
She bit her lip. "I really hope not."
"Why you just now saying something?!" I walked around frantically getting her shoes from upstairs and helping her slide her feet in them.
"Because, I don't think I'm losing him Cam. I just think something is off."
I grabbed her hand and we made our way down and out of the building. I helped her into the car and pulled off.
Her laying her head against the window hiked up my nerves. I was scared. I sped into the parking lot and helped her out and into the building.
"Hey, can I get some help?!" I yelled.
"Hey, aren't you-"
"Yeah, Cam Johnson. Fuck that right now." The nurse nodded and rubbed Kyra's arm. "What's wrong hunny?"
Kyra was unresponsive and she snapped to two dudes and they pulled out a stretcher. They carefully lifted her up and pushed her down the hallway.
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