After seeing Brandon about the phone that Ariyah dropped, I was finally able to know the truth about everything. Never in a million years would I have thought that she'd be the one blackmailing me, but the phone had all the evidence. Pictures of me doing my tasks, messages that she sent me telling me what to do, messages between her and the niggas she was working with. The same niggas that she told to shoot at me and threaten Milani. There was even a conversation with a mechanic about the corvette that was used. My fucking mind is blown and I still don't know what to do about her, but I do know one thing, she'll never be able to go public about what we did if she's dead. Hell, I don't even know how she found out about that, but if she's capable of fucking up my life, ain't no telling what else she can do.

I'm snatched away from my thoughts when there's a knock on my door, immediately remembering that I ordered breakfast for Milani and I. She hasn't been feeling the best this morning so I decided to order her favorite breakfast foods from Waffle House. Opening the door, I take the food and give the delivery driver a nice tip.

"Bae! I got you some food." I say as I jog upstairs.

My heart starts racing when I hear Milani groaning loudly from the bathroom. Dropping the food, I run into the bathroom and see her sitting on the toilet crying and rubbing her stomach.

"What's wrong, Lani? Talk to me, baby." I tell her as I kneel down, rubbing her back.

"Fuckkk! I think I'm having contractions!" She groans. "Get your phone and start timing them."

Nodding my head, I pull my phone out of my pocket and start timing her contractions. They seem to be getting faster and more painful so I try my best to console her while keeping my eyes on the timer.

Milani groans louder as I use my fingers to wipe her tears. She grips my arms as I help her up from the toilet and walk her over to the bed, helping her sit down. Jogging back into the bathroom, I wet a small towel with cold water and lay it across her forehead. By the time I am back, she's stripped out of all her clothes and is naked.

"Shittttt! Give me my phone! I need to call my doctor." Milani yells as I grab her phone from the dresser and give it to her.

I rub her back gently as she tells her doctor what's happening and explains how far apart her contractions are. While she talks, my heart is racing as I try my best to remain quiet and listen to what the doctor is saying. Once the call is ended, I turn towards Milani with my eyes bucked.

"Milani, did he just say what I think he said? Sounds like he said we might be having a baby soon."

"Y-yes, that's what he said. I need you to pack our bags and the baby bag while I call my mama. The last time she called to check on me all I told her was that I was visiting Kimora. She has no idea that I'm pregnant and moved away. I have to tell her the truth. While I'm at it, I'll call your dad too. He deserves to know that his grandson will probably be born soon."

Although I don't fuck with my pops at the moment, I agree that he deserves to know about his grandson. I do want him to be in Austin's life so I know we'll have to put our differences aside. It's easier said than done though.

"Okay. Let me speak to him when you get him on the phone. I'll start packing." I say as I grab a big duffel bag from the closet.

Looking through our clothes, I pack both of us a couple comfortable outfits then go into the bathroom and pack our shower supplies. I also make sure to grab our chargers from the room before zipping the bag up. Once I'm finished, I run to Austin's room and pack his bag with clothes, a blanket, hats, mittens, bibs, and a burp rag.

"I think I got everything." I tell Milani as I walk back into the room, picking up our bag in my left hand and Austin's in my right hand. "Bae, you gotta put your clothes back on. You can't go to the hospital like that."

Milani rolls her eyes before tossing me her phone while she gets dressed. I drop the bags and catch it smoothly, putting it up to my ear.

"Hello son." My dad says lowly.

"Wassup?"

"Milani told me you're about to have a son soon. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I love you, Drummer and I'll be there for you and my grandson, no matter what. We'll have to put our differences aside so that we can be in his life without the drama and all that other extra mess."

"I love you too, pops. I'm willing to make shit right if you are, but I'll holla at you later. I gotta get Milani to the hospital."

Hanging up the phone, I slip it into my pocket and help Milani put her shoes on then walk her downstairs and to the car.

"Wait! We don't have a car seat!!" Milani says before screaming as water pours down her leg. "Fuck that, tell somebody to bring us one! My water broke and these contractions are killing me!! DRIVE NOW!!"

Nodding my head, I speed off down the road. I keep one hand on Milani's thigh to calm her down and the other on the wheel. While I'm driving, I continue to reassure her that everything is going to be okay and that seeing our son will be worth the pain. By the time we make it to the labor and delivery entrance to the hospital, Milani has broken out in sweats, her hair is stuck to her forehead, and she's crying, groaning, and screaming. I can't even imagine the pain she's in.

"It's gonna be okay, baby." I say as I rub her back.

A nurse hands her admission papers and she fills everything out quickly then we're put into a room. As soon as Milani is comfortable in the bed, a nurse assess her pain and helps her control it. When that doesn't work, she gives her pain medicine through her IV because Milani refuses to take the epidural. She said too many women have had complications from it.

"Okay, Ms. Ross, before we can call your doctor in, I have to perform a vaginal exam to see how far your cervix has dilated. Is that okay with you?" The nurse asks with pleading eyes. She knows Milani is going through it right now so everyone is trying to tread lightly so they won't upset her.

"That's fine. Just please get it over with." Lani groans loudly.

While the vaginal exam takes place, I step out of the room and look at the direction guide until I find out where the vending machines are. The longer it takes me to find the machines, the more my head fills with thoughts about Ariyah's conniving ass. I can't help but to think that my family will never truly be happy as long as she's still alive. I can't risk having her come around later in life and hurting my son.

Getting off the elevator, I walk into the room with the vending machines and pull out a handful of silver coins then pop them into the machine. My eyes scan each row in the machine until I finally decide on a bag of hot fries and a snickers. I also get a water from the drink machine.

Looking over my shoulder, I make sure the coast is clear before shutting the door and locking it. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contact list until I find the number I'm looking for.

"Wassup? Haven't heard from you in a minute. Didn't know you still had my number." Jontaevious says into the phone.

"Wassup man. I know I've been slacking and shit, but I've been handling things at home. Tae, I apologize for everything I've said or done to you. I hope you're doing good."

"You said sum shit outta anger, Drummer. I understand that. Nobody is perfect. I forgive you, cuz. Now what the hell yo ass want? You don't never call tryna be nice and shit unless you want sum."

As I'm about to respond, there's a knock on the door and then the knob starts twisting. Walking over to it I face the person who is holding dollar bills in his hand. "Machine doesn't work!" I lie and fan him off until he leaves.

"If you still fuck off with the cleaner, tell him I got a client that needs some work done on her house. "

"Bet that up. How much she paying, what's her name, and when she need the job done?"

"$10,000, Ariyah Lewis, and ASAP."

Tae remains quiet for a minute then finally speaks. "You sure about that?"

"Positive." I say before hanging up the phone.

Carrying my snacks with me, I unlock the door and head back to our room where Milani is hooked up to machines that are beeping loudly. She's laying on the bed rubbing her stomach and eating ice cubes.

"How far have you dilated, bae?" I ask as I sit down and enjoy my snacks.

"Shittt! I'm uhh uhh 8 centimeters. Whew, this shit hurts so damn bad."

Putting away my food, I join her in bed and wrap my arms around her; letting her rest on my chest. I kiss the side of her temple and rub her belly.

"Lani, have the nurses been in and out of here?"

"No. I told them I needed a minute alone to get my mind together. I told them that I'd call them back after I finished praying...Why?"

I stop rubbing her belly and start rubbing my hands down her arms, letting her relax under my touch because I know I'm about to stress her out when I tell her this.

"I found out who's been blackmailing me. Brandon ran into Ariyah at the club and she dropped a phone. All the proof of what she did to me was on there. I saw it all, Lani." I sigh loudly. "I have to do something about her. She knows too much and it could hurt us all."

"Mmmm FUCK!" Milani yells loudly. "Listen to me, Dallas. Fuck Ariyah and all that other shit. We're about to be parents. I'm in so much pain right now and you're worried about Ariyah. I know she hurt you by blackmailing you, but she's not worth our time. I'm sure she'd go ghost if you scare her. Do that then leave the situation alone. Don't bring more drama into our lives."

Milani screams loudly as the contractions hit her repeatedly. Running outside, I try to get the nurse, but instead stop a doctor who so happens to be Milani's doctor. He walks into the room and immediately checks Milani's cervix, telling us that she's 10 centimeters. The doctor walks out of the room and comes back with multiple nurses.

"Okay mama, it's time to push. You're at 10 centimeters. You'll be having a baby soon." The doctor smiles at Milani.

Standing over Milani's bed, I allow her to squeeze my hand as I lean down and kiss her lips then whisper in her ear.

"I can't leave the situation alone. I already put a price on her head. She'll be dead within the next hour." I whisper, making Milani turn her head towards me.

She begins to speak, but I put my finger over her lips. "Shhh, I love you."

"I love you too." She tells me.

Those are the last words said between the two of us before Milani goes through the painful process of delivering our son who came out with a head full of hair.

Austin Amarion Jacobs was born at 2:10am, weighing 8 pounds and 6 ounces.