《222|| Nardo wick fanfic》Twenty-six
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"KEEP IT UP AND WE GONE MAKE A MINI WICK!" I yelled twerking on Nardo as he laid on the bed.
It was our second day out here & I was having a good time so was he and that's all that matters .
"Bro... go to sleep" He spoke opening his eyes. "You don't want to make a mini wick with me?" I frowned making him laugh.
"Fuckkk no now get up" He spoke making me fall to the side offended .
"I don't feel loved" I spoke getting off the bed. "You loved I'm not" He shrugged checking phone.
Smacking my lips I jumped back onto his lap before kissing his face. "I do love you" I responded .
He looked at me staring into my eyes before nodding his head. "I hear you" He spoke.
I looked at him before getting up grabbing my swim suit, I had already did my hygiene but Nardo didn't since he had been sleep all morning .
Breakfast was prepared so I had already ate I was just waiting on Nardo so we could do our list of activities.
"You want kids?" Nardo asked randomly. "Um..." I started .
"I do just when I'm older found my passion accomplished everything like I want to become a business owner so before I have kids I would like to do that... you know? I don't see myself having kids while still living in Miami I want to move to like Houston before I do any of that shit to be honest" I explained.
"I feel you type shit... when you wanna do all that shit?" He asked.
To be honest I loved when he asked stuff like this & actually took in what I said listening it just put a smile on my face everytime .
"Really next year.. I'm getting older it's really no time to waste" I shrugged.
"Don't rush yourself do shit on yo own pace don't start doing shit you can't handle" he told me .
I looked at him before hugging him appreciating how he cared & loved me... I just loved it all he treated me so nice honestly ..
An hour later we were on the beach with our tour guide, we was suppose to be riding dirt bikes but I was definitely scared .
"So you guys call yourself the wicks like John wick?" He questioned. "Some like that" Nardo responded.
"Are y'all married?" He asked. "Not yet" I responded making Nardo nod in agreement.
The beach vibes were great they had stands full of different things being sold, loud music, dancers & a lot more, speaking of dancers, Nardo & I had agreed to go to the strip club later on in honor of my 20th since I've never been to one... The most I've been to is a hookah lounge which was pretty fun I could admit but I'm pretty sure it's nothing like a strip club.
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"Come on" Nardo spoke before I got pulled onto the bike. "Damn aggressive ass" I spoke mugging him making him laugh .
Waiting on the tour guide to go Nardo showed me how everything worked since I was infront of him making me start to tense up getting a little scared .
"I'm scared nardo" I laughed. "Don't be" he spoke before pulling off making me scream loud as hell.
"Chill out bae" He laughed slowing down .
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We were currently at a couples dinner with hell of other couples, it was nice though it was on the beach & everything was so nice .
"I love you" I told Nardo . "I love you too" He answered.
He obviously didn't believe but I wasn't trying to force it or start an argument so I left it at that ... most likely not wanting to start an argument because I didn't know how he acted when he was really mad .
I did mean it though ..... I think .
"Here's everyone's food! I hope everyone enjoys their meal if anything else is needed please call for my name!" The chef spoke as our drinks & food got placed infront of us.
I tasted my drink before praying over my food, feeling Nardo mug I scrunched my face up before looking up at him. "What's wrong?" I asked him.
"... damn you not gone pray for me too? That's crazy that's wild I see how we rocking" He shook his head making me laugh before grabbing his hand praying over his food with him .
"Tough as hell you gang" he nodded before eating . "You're childish my guy" I laughed shaking my head .
"Can you crack this for me?" He asked pointing to his crab legs making me nod before cracking it up then put it in his mouth . Everytime we got seafood he acted like he couldn't crack it so he made me do it .
Hearing my phone ding I looked at it before reading it ', I scrunched my face clicking it.
"Angel" Nardo spoke making me look up before turning my phone off. "Yes?" I asked him .
"You straight?" he questioned making me nod before eating my food as he did the same rubbing my thigh with his empty hand .
Finishing my food I grabbed nardo's making him mug me with the fork still In his mouth, i politely took his fork before digging into his pasta making him smack his lips . "Bae" he spoke making me bust out laughing before handing it back to him. "You still hungry my nigga?" He questioned .
"No" I responded honestly I just like to annoy him.
Leaning my head on his shoulder I rubbed my stomach feeling full as hell, I had seafood pasta so did he the chef did their thing with that .
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"Look right!" Nardo spoke as we stood infront of the camera, we were taking pictures it wasn't like a photoshoot but it was just to capture the moment .
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And I was definitely drunk....
Holding on to his waist I bent over before flipping off the camera making the women laugh taking the picture . "Yo ass don't know how to act one you drunk" Nardo spoke .
I shrugged putting my popsicle back inside my mouth. "I'm ready to go to sleep bae" I told him.
"Wake yo ass up" He said before hitting my face softly . " yo hands is soft" I told him .
"I know it's called using lotion ashy ass little girl" he responded making me smack my lips . "Anyways yo hands soft like your dick" I told him honestly making him choke .
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"I love you" I spoke looking at dula as we laid in my room . "Love you too" He responded.
Scrunching up my face I moved away from him before going into the kitchen, I didn't like his response he said that like he didn't mean it back .
Grabbing a bag of snacks I went back in my room before sitting on my carpet paying attention to the music .
"Why you acting like this?" I asked him. "Like what?" He asked looking at the tv.
Ever since we found out he had been acting different towards me, stand-off ish and more he would reassure he wanted the baby & that he wanted to be with me but at this point he wasn't acting like it anymore.
"Like you don't want me... if you don't say that I'm not gone play with you dula I can move on if I wanted to" I responded honestly.
"Cant move on with my baby in yo stomach... I keep telling you I want to be with you but if you don't believe me oh well can't change yo mind" He shrugged.
I scrunched my face up before turning my tv off turning on my lights, I sat my snacks on my desk before looking at him stupidly.
"This what I mean... it's like you here but you not here for me and I don't like that I expected more for you but if you gone act like this it's not too late for an abortion I promise you it's not" I responded.
"Nigga fuck do you mean... I'm here for you come see you every day make sure you straight not wanting for shit foo just like I'm gone make sure my child don't want for shit don't ever play that abortion shit with me unless you wanna die italy I ain't some type of fuck nigga" He spoke standing up getting loud.
"Man Darius ... you not here for shit let's be technical you been acting so weird lately like... like you just want something to happen to me like you want some bitch to jump in my face or something look how you looking at me!" I spoke.
"Probably do" He shrugged putting his shoes. "What the fuck did I do to you?" I questioned feeling myself about to cry.
He started to ignore me grabbing his stuff making me cry before punching him in his chest making him laugh before moving me out his way gently.
"Don't do that shit again" He told me seriously.
Feeling a pain in my stomach I hunched over holding the bottom of my stomach. "Fuck!" I yelled making him look at me.
"What happened?" He asked .
"Call my mom" I told him before running to the restroom throwing up all over the ground.
My mom was unaware of me being pregnant but Angel was here and somebody needed to take me to the hospital, I was feeling so weak and dizzy.
"Fuck wrong Italy?" He questioned. "You don't give a fuck dula just leave!" I told him seriously.
Feeling myself about to throw up again I leaned over against the towel before throwing him constantly.
"Hello" I spoke once dula handed me my phone. "What's wrong?" My mom voice came through.
"I need you to come get me and take me to the hospital... Angel is out of town and I need a guardian or parent to sign me" I told her.
"I'm on the way be ready" She spoke before hanging up making me leave out the restroom grabbing cleaning supplies.
"FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? TALK TO ME FOOL!" Dula yelled making me stop what I was doing before looking at me.
"STOP YELLING AT ME YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SHIT I GOT GOING ON NOR DO YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BABY GO DO WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAS DOING BEFORE YOU CAME OVER DONT WORRY ABOUT ME!" I yelled back before pushing him out of my face .
Definitely missed how we was before I got pregnant regretting not having an abortion when I first found out ...
"FUCK YOU!" He responded making me shrug throwing everything I used to clean up my bathroom with in the trash.
"Fuck you too bitch" I responded slipping on my shoes. "Who the fuck are you talking to?" He questioned as I put on my purse walking in front of him.
I felt him grab my arm yanking me towards him. "What?" I questioned.
"Watch that shit" he pointed in my face making me smack my lips before slapping his hand out my face, I walked out of the house with him on hot on my trail.
Locking the door I seen my mom car making me walking towards. "I'll be at the hospital" Dula spoke as I got in.
"Mmh".
"You pregnant?" Was the first thing my mom asked making me look down noticing I didn't put on a jacket. "Yeah..." I spoke before blocking my face.
"I'm not gone hit you... look at me" She spoke, I looked over at her seeing her disappointed face .
"I'm disappointed in you... and angel ... you know better".
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