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I opened my eyes because I was experiencing some weird ass feeling in my sleep. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Naala straddling me, riding my dick.

"I woke you up?" Naala moaned throwing her head back.

"Well no shit," I mumbled as she sped up. "I feel like a bitch," I said as she leaned down to kiss my neck.

"You're so big," Naala moaned in my ear. I felt her tighten herself around me, causing me to tap her ass.

"Move cuz you're trynna bitch me," I mumbled using my good arm to flip us over. I slid out of her and back in slowly, making her hiss and hold onto me.

"Okay I'm sorry," Naala whined pushing me back,

"Nah ain't no sorry now," I smirked, going slower cuz of my son.

"I just want this baby out of me," Naala moaned loudly. I knew that's what was up with her.

Naala was overdue by 3 days, the baby was comfortable and he wasn't making any moves to come out. The doctor gave her a list of shit we could do and sex was one of them.

"This feels wrong," I sighed stroking her, I felt like my son was feeling this.

"Hassan stop being a baby and let me finish," Naala panted lifting her leg up slightly.

I had never been forced to fuck but damn.

When we was done, she laid down breathing all heavy and shit like I killed her.

"What?" I laughed getting out of the bed,

"Why do you have to do that all the time?" She mugged me, "You can't fuck me whilst I'm cumming San, that's not fair,"

"You asked for this," I said lifting my hands up. "Aight I'm sorry, come here," I said leaning down to kiss her lips lightly.

"I'm sorry," I repeated kissing her again. She put her hands out and I helped her up, her big ass belly almost knocking me out.

"You've got an attitude?" I called out, watching her waddle into the bathroom.

"Shut up," Naala mumbled making me shut the fuck up. I was not about to have a repeat of last night.

"Hassan what is this?" Naala shrieked from down the hall. I jumped up and sped over to where she was, only to see a sock on the floor.

"It's a sock?" I said out of breath,

"I was on my hands and knees scrubbing this floor and there's a sock on the floor?" Naala asked tilting her head. "I swear y'all don't do nothing in this house," She complained walking off.

I shook my head and picked up the sock, putting it in the laundry basket. I could hear Naala fussing at Saint so I went back to my game.

"I'm back," I sighed into my headset,

"You sound stressed," Drew laughed alongside those other niggas.

"She's nesting or some shit," I spoke quietly, her ears were big as hell. The doctor told me she would be like this so I wasn't even surprised.

"Oh so now you're talking about me on that stupid ass game?" I heard from behind me,

"I'ma catch up withchu later," I huffed snatching the headset off my head and turning the console off.

"You can't hear me?" Naala asked again. I turned around and saw her standing with her hand on her hip, looking angry.

"Naala whatchu need?" I tutted. "You want me to rub your back or make you something?"

"No I want you to help me out around here," She complained. "The whole house is a mess and your son is making it worse,"

I looked around the room and I ain't even fucking playing, the house was spotless. I could eat my food off the floor, that's how clean it was.

"Where's the mess baby? Show me the mess," I said softly. Naala rolled her eyes and pushed past me, unplugging my PS5.

"I'm making this house technology free, there is too much going on in here," She said, her voice drifting down the hall.

I followed behind her watching her unplug everything, "All the radiation isn't good for us," She carried on.

"But mama," Saint shouted as she unplugged his tv. "This isn't fucking fair," He cursed.

"What did you just say to me?" Naala shrieked, holding onto her stomach.

"Why are you such a dummy?" I groaned getting ready for the shouting.

"You're cursing now Nasir? That's what we're doing?" Naala said leaning forward to grab him, "Uhn uhn Lemme get him,"

"You want this baby to come out right now? Stop it," I said pushing Saint in the direction of his room.

"I'm so tired of both of you," Naala sniffed picking up the consoles, "I do everything on my own all the time."

"I got it, stop stressing yourself out," I replied taking the stuff from her. I was trying to be sensitive to the fact that she was carrying my son but Naala was a big baby.

"Do you want to have sex?" She sniffed looking up at me with a pout, I wiped the tears that were falling from her face.

"Nah I don't," I answered honestly, I found it weird having sex with he when she was this pregnant.

"Oh," She said softly, "You don't like me anymore?" Here we go with the tears,

"I love you I'm just not in the mood," I said putting the stuff down in our room. Naala nodded and sat on the bed,

"You okay?" I raised a brow, she was way too calm. I didn't even see not one tear which was strange.

"I'm perfect," Naala replied, "Can you pass me my phone?"

"Who you about to call?" I said handing her the phone,

"Someone that can move you and your stuff out of my house, you can take your disrespectful ass son with you," She said blankly scrolling through her phone.

"Give me that," I spoke snatching the phone from her. "When is this damn baby gonna come out man?" I mumbled putting her phone in my pocket.

"I don't like you at all," Naala said laying back in the bed, "I really don't. Look at what you've done to me," She started to cry, AGAIN.

"Naala you said you wanted a baby too," I said calmly,

"Yeah but I want him to come out now," She cried covering her face. "I'm so uncomfortable and you don't help,"

"Okay get up, you want me to run you a bath?" I said rubbing her stomach,

"No I tried that earlier," She sniffed playing with my fingers.

"Okay what else can we do then?" I sighed, I was tired as a motherfucker.

"Read the list the doctor gave," She said pointing to the nightstand, still crying like a dummy.

I leaned over and picked up the list, "It says exercise, you don't exercise." I read the first point.

"Sex is exercise but you don't want me," Naala weeped, "I'm going to the guest room," She added trying to get up. It was funny watching her struggle.

"Help me!" She snapped, holding her hands out. I helped her up and she left the room.

I didn't see her until I woke up to her basically raping me.

"Y'all can't be late you to your own baby shower, it's literally in your backyard," Dess' annoying ass said into the phone.

"I don't even want to go," Naala whined holding onto me. I moved her hair out the way and kissed her neck while she carried on speaking to Dess.

"Stop cuz you're not even gonna let me do anything," Naala said removing my hands from round her waist.

"I know you're not trynna get into something," Dess said making Naala look down at the phone. "I planned this whole shower for y'all, get ready,"

"But I'm due any minute Dess, I'm scared I'm gonna go into labor," Naala answered. I put my hands back around her and massaged her belly, that was my favourite thing to do.

"You're gonna be in your backyard Naala, ain't you having a home birth anyway?" Dess asked,

"Man Desiree don't be forcing my woman to do shit that she don't wanna do, baby we can stay up here," I said deading the conversation.

"I'll go for a moment," Naala sighed, I know it's cuz she didn't want to upset Desiree.

"Yay we're downstairs," Dess squealed before hanging up.

"Lawd," I said quietly putting my chin on her head. "I can help you put something on,"

"Please? I can't even see my feet," Naala replied letting me rub on her.

"Whatchu wanna wear?" I said pulling away from her and walking to the closet,

"Something that I can pee easily in," She replied sitting down on the couch in our room. I looked around the closet and saw a Chanel box perfectly wrapped with her name on it.

"Who got you this?" I asked lifting it up. I know I didn't buy her shit cuz I can't leave the house.

"What is it?" Naala squinted like she wouldn't notice the big ass box in my hand.

"It's a gift box from Chanel with your name on it," I informed her, watching her get all nervous. "Who got it?"

"Ummmm I'm not too sure," She replied looking away from me. "Maybe it's an old gift from my birthday,"

"Your birthday was 8 months ago," I chuckled. "You opened your gifts a week before I even gave them to you. You always open things fast,"

"I don't know Hassan, maybe I missed it," Naala said leaning back. "Are you gonna pull me something to wear or should I do it?" I could tell she was trynna change the subject and I wasn't having that.

"Open it," I responded walking back over to her. I placed the box in her lap, "Let's see what I bought you," I added watching her closely.

"Sanny can we not?" She hesitated,

"Naala open the fucking box," I said a bit too harshly but she was starting to piss me off.

"Okay but don't curse at me like that," Naala whispered tugging at the box.

When she got it open, it was a brand new purse with a note on the top.

"Read it out loud," I instructed seeing her try to scan over the words.

"It says, I'm sorry and I love you," Naala read slowly before sighing.

I took the card and looked at who it was from. Chuckling, I threw the card back into the box and walked back into the closet.

"Hassan can we talk about it?" Naala called out to me,

"You wanted a dress right?" I said ignoring her previous question. Pulling a random dress of the rack, I came back out and laid it on the bed.

"I can't control Amir, I didn't think he would do something like this," Naala said standing up, with the help of the chair.

"He obviously feels comfortable enough to be gifting you a 30,000 dollar bag for fun," I spoke leaning against the doorway.

"We were married before, he knows what I like," Naala shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything to me, I'll return it,"

"I'm gonna go out and buy Mia a fucking car cuz I know what she likes too," I laughed. "It don't make sense,"

"That's different, I don't like Mia and you know that," She argued mugging me,

"You think I like that nigga?" I questioned. "The same nigga that beat your ass every chance he got?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it.

"I hate when you throw that back in my face," Naala said with a hurt expression, "You know I'm ashamed of letting him do that to me. Why would you say something like that?"

"That wasn't the right choice of words, I'm pissed at the fact that he's so comfortable gifting you shit like that. You're my girl, not his. I do those things for you, not him," I vented.

"I get where you're coming from babe, I'm sorry," She apologised,

"What happened? Why was he apologising?" I asked. I soon as I did, I saw her eyes start to water.

"He kissed me," She said softly. "That's why he's apologising. I didn't kiss him back and I would never have planned on it," I stood in disbelief,

"I can't believe this shit," I said before walking out, leaving her in the room on her own.

~~

I sat beside Naala wanting to get the fuck but Dess forced us to. She kept trying to talk to me but I wasn't having it, I was mad as fuck.

"Can you at least act like you want to be here?" I heard Naala saying while linking arms with me.

"I don't," I shrugged. Why the hell would I want to be here?

"Hassan can you please look at me?" She asked tugging on my hand.

"Yes Naala?" I said turning to face her, she looked beautiful but I wasn't her friend right now.

"I don't like when you're mad at me," She said quietly. "I didn't kiss him back, I wouldn't do that to you,"

"But you were in a position where he felt it was cool to kiss you," I said quickly. "Ion care if you kissed him back, you ain't crazy but you didn't tell me. When did it happen?"

"Last month," She mumbled with a frown, "Stop being mad at me, please?"

"I'm not mad at you," I said truthfully. I lifted her chin up and pecked her lips.

"I'm gonna beat him the fuck up though," I said looking back at everyone,

"No you're not," Naala sighed, fuck she was sighing for?

"Why cuz you love him?" I retorted making her stop talking and look away from me.

"You love him?" I asked again because the no answer threw me off.

"I —" Naala started talking but was cut of by Solai's loud ass mouth.

"Time for games! Hassan we need you up here," She said pulling me up from my seat. I got up reluctantly and looked back at Naala who was looking sad and shit.

"The first one is called Mommy and Daddy's Secrets," Dess said standing up,

"Mommy has a lot of those," I said snatching the paper from Dess who looked at me weirdly.

"So only Lala and Hassan answer the questions and then we'll go through them after to see who knows who better," Dess explained to us. I nodded and took the pen.

"You have to go into the house," Solai said nudging me in the direction of the house.

I read through the questions and scoffed, these dumb ass questions.

"What's mommy's favourite thing to do?" I read out to myself, "Lie like a bitch," I answered on the dotted line.

The next question was 'What would mommy want the to baby to be when they grow up?'

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I said skipping the question. I answered the rest and went back out. I wanted this shit to hurry up.

"Which one of y'all made her cry?" I groaned seeing Naala crying with her head down.

"I didn't even go over there," Solai defended putting her hands up. I looked to Dess and she shrugged,

"Saint went over there and then when he walked off she was crying. I tried to go over there but she wanted to be alone," Dess said to me, "She's getting to that stage now, the baby is coming soon because her hormones are in overdrive,"

"Naala, what's up?" I asked sitting beside her,

"I hate when you're mad at me and then these questions just made me sad," She sniffled not looking at me.

"I ain't mad at you," I lied this time cuz I was mad at her. "The questions are just for fun, you don't gotta answer them," I said taking the paper from her.

"My son's fucking with you huh?" I spoke pulling her into my lap.

"Yeah," She cried into my neck. "I keep getting this sharp pain in my back too, can you call the doctor?"

"I'll do it when we're done aight?" I answered rubbing her back in circles. "Let's finish the games so they can get their asses home,"

"Okay," Naala nodded, "I love you Hassan," I know she was just saying it to make me feel better about earlier so I acted as if I didn't hear her.

I let her sit back down in her seat and she intertwined our fingers as we concentrated on the games.

"So Naala, did Hassan want a boy or a girl?" Solai said reading off the sheet.

"Easy, he wanted a boy," Naala replied confidently,

"That's right," I nodded uninterestedly. "Move this shit along," I said to speed them up.

"Hassan, what's Naala's favourite meal?" Dess asked,

"Anything I make," I replied squeezing her hand.

The rest of the baby shower dragged, I wasn't in the mood to act all happy, I didn't even want to be near her.

~~

"Tell me you don't love him Naala, it's not that hard!" I shouted at her.

"I can't say that!" She shouted back, "Love doesn't just go away Hassan, I can't act as if I never loved him,"

I was so close to knocking her head off her shoulders but that wasn't me.

"So what the fuck are we doing then Naala? Why are you here right now?" I asked standing up from the couch,

"Because I love you, and I want to start a family with you," She responded,

"Yeah right," I said taking my shirt off, "You know what I'm not even gonna argue with you tonight, I just wanna sleep," I sighed getting into the bed.

"I'm not arguing," Naala huffed walking towards the bed, "You're starting something with me for no reason. I told you I love you and I want you but you're not listening to me,"

"Goodnight." I mumbled pulling the covers over my head. I heard her sigh and then struggle to get onto the bed but she eventually made it.

I fell asleep almost immediately, I didn't hold onto her like I normally did and at about 3am I heard my phone ringing.

Feeling around the bed for my phone, my hands fell upon a wet spot on the bed.

"Baby," I said nudging her, "Naala," I spoke once again when she didn't respond.

"What San?" Naala finally replied with a groggy voice, "I'm sleeping,"

"You peed again," I said getting up and putting the light on. She groaned and sat up as well,

"That's not pee," She said taking the covers off, "Call Dr Reece," She added swinging her legs off the bed.

"Fuck, shit, okay," I scrambled out of the bed. "You think the baby's coming now?"

"Hassan calm down," Naala replied rubbing her stomach, "Tell her that she needs to come now,"

"Are you in pain or anything?" I rushed to her side,

"Not yet, but my belly feels tight. Here feel," She took my hand and placed it on her stomach.

"Lemme call her," I replied picking my phone up from the bed. I dialled her number fast,

"Mr Kingston, it's very late," The doctor said as soon as the call connected.

"Naala's waters broke, I think," I answered, getting straight to it.

"Oh no," Doctor Reece said, what the fuck does she mean oh no?

"Mr Kingston I'm nowhere near Brooklyn right now. It will take about 3 hours for me to get to you," I chuckled because I know damn well the doctor didn't just say that.

"What's she saying?" Naala winced, "It wasn't hurting before but now it is,"

"Doc you gotta be kidding, I'm not letting her sit here in pain for 3 hours," I tried to speak quietly.

"3 hours?!" Naala squealed, "No Hassan tell her she needs to come now,"

"I'm trying baby, relax," I said holding her hand calming her down some.

"Hassan? Can I call you that?" Doctor Reese asked,

"Yeah you can," I replied using my free hand to rub Naala's back.

"Hassan you're going to have to deliver the baby," Doctor Reece said,

"No the fuck I'm not," I answered quickly. "Can't you send the EMTs?"

"Their estimated arrival time is 6am, your wife won't make it till then," She replied.

"What's she saying?" Naala asked once more, I could tell she was anxious and I couldn't do anything because of my house arrest.