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Tammy stood there stuck as she let what Falisha said register in her brain. As Fox's truck pulled off, Lamar walked out of the hospital to try to check up on Falisha. He noticed Fox's truck, and knew nine times out of ten, Falisha was in it. He turned to confirm it with Tammy, but she rolled her eyes at him in disgust and walked off. She really didn't have anything to say to him right now.

He just stood there with a stupid look on his face.

Tammy looked back at Darious as he fucked her from behind like a rabbit. She moaned loudly, holding on to the headboard as she tried to throw her ass back at him. Darious was too much for her, though. He pushed her back in and arched her ass up, slowing his strokes down, but digging deeper into her guts.

“Ahhhh!” she cried out from both the pain and the pleasure of his long pole tapping against her back wall. “Oh, yes. I'm cumming, baby,” she yelled, reaching under and rubbing her clit.

“Yeah, cum all over daddy dick,” Darious encouraged her. “Who pussy is dis?” he said as he continued to stroke. “Who pussy is it?” he yelled again, raising his head and smacking down on the top of her ass.

Tammy's pussy tightened up around his dick then a burst of her juices spilled out onto his member. She cried out as the orgasm sent chills through her entire body. “Dis ya pussy, daddy,” she managed to get out through the waves of pleasure.

Darious sped up his strokes, this time trying to chase down the nut that was brewing in his balls. Tammy had that wet pussy, and her ass cheeks were soft as cotton. This was actually his second time about to let off. “Where you want it at?” he asked, feeling himself about to explode.

The first time, Darious pulled out and came all over her stomach, but the sheets had wiped most of it off. This time, Tammy was in the zone. She was still feeling the effects of her orgasm and knew what would make it feel even better.

“Cum all in dis pussy,” she moaned, looking at him through the mirror on the wall, pounding away at it.

Darious did as he was instructed, erupting and shooting his warm, thick, creamy lava inside of her. The feeling of it extended Tammy's orgasm even further, and as she felt herself about to cum again, she pushed her ass back against him. She bit down on the pillow and damn near tore the headboard off from the pleasure. Her insides were so soft and wet, it pushed Darious's now semi-hard dick right out. He couldn't go back in if he wanted to. Collapsing on her back was the only thing he could do, and just like that, they both flopped down onto the bed.

* * *

Kim stood outside the women's clinic, hesitant about going inside. She watched as a car pulled up in front of the building and its hazards began to flash. Seconds later, a woman got out of the passenger side, apparently about six or seven months pregnant. She didn't look happy at all, carrying around her load. And to make matters even worse, this wasn't her first time being a mother. The loud yells and screams from the two kids in the back seat pierced Kim's ears, and a quick verbal lashing from the young mother followed swiftly. Kim stepped to the side and allowed the little boy to storm into the building. The mother and another five-year-old boy went in right behind him.

“Nah, I can't do it,” Kim mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she walked through the lobby area.

Kim's mind was made up that she was wasn't going to keep the baby she had conceived about a month ago. All that unprotected sex she had been having with Lamar had caught up with her, and although the thought of motherhood entered her mind and felt kind of good for a moment, Kim had to be real with herself. She wasn't ready for a baby and, in her mind, neither was Lamar.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” the receptionist asked when Kim walked up to the desk.

She really didn't know how to say it, since this was her first time. She wanted to be as discreet as possible, not wanting her business to get out. “Do y'all do abortions here?” Kim asked in a low tone.

“Yes, we do. You need to fill out these forms and doctor will see you in a little while,” the receptionist said, passing Kim the clipboard.

When Kim turned around, she felt like all eyes were on her. There had to be at least ten females in the small waiting room, most of whom were there for the same reason she was. Kim sat right next to the female who was yelling at little Marcus on their way into the building. Surprisingly, Marcus was sitting over in the children's playroom, playing quietly with his little brother.

“The first time is always hard,” the female looked over and said to Kim. “My name is Jazz,” she greeted her, sticking her hand out for a shake.

“Kim,” Kim replied, accepting her hand. “How did you know?” she asked, wondering if it was that obvious.

“Girl, I'm very familiar with those forms you got on that clipboard.” Jazz chuckled. “I swear I probably got the most fertile eggs in this city.”

Kim smiled. “So why do I feel so bad?” Kim asked while looking around at the other females.

“Oh, that's just your motherly instinct kicking in. As women, we're naturally inclined to protect our young, so when we go against that, it feels wrong,” Jazz explained.

Kim didn't know how much truth it held, but it definitely made a lot of sense. They sat there and talked until Jazz was called for her check-up. A few moments later, Kim's name was called. It felt like she was being led to the slaughterhouse as the nurse led her down the hallway, into one of the small rooms.

* * *

Tammy dismounted Darious and fell into the bed, exhausted and thirsty as hell. They had been in the house all morning, fucking then making love, then fucking again, right before making love for the final time.

Tammy couldn't feel nothing from the waist down, and Darious's dick felt like it caught a cramp from all the work it had put in. Neither of them could honestly say that they'd had that much sex in a morning's time before. It was incredible and intoxicating.

“You can't be doing this to me,” Tammy said, pulling up under Darious. “You gon' get us both in trouble,” she said, thinking about the unprotected sex they continued to have.

“I'm already in trouble.” He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her on her forehead.

“What you mean by that?” she asked, looking up at him.

Darious turned on his side and faced her. In his eyes, Tammy was beautiful in every way. He didn't mind showing and telling Tammy constantly how much he loved her. “Every day I spend with you, I fall deeper in love with you. I can't lie, shawty. I'm in too deep. You got my heart, and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” Darious said, removing some hair from in front of her face.

When he spoke, Tammy could see the sincerity in his eyes. She could just feel the love pouring off him and, being honest with herself, she was falling deeper in love with him too as the days went by. He treated her like she was the only thing that mattered in this world, and for any woman who had a man like that, the feeling was good.

“Darious, I'm yours. I only ask you to do one thing for me,” Tammy said, looking into his eyes. “Please don't hurt me,” she told him as her eyes began to tear up.

All she could think about was how happy she was right now, and how she didn't want to lose Darious. Her tears came at the thought of them not being together. Tammy knew that it was true love because the only time she ever felt this way about a man was when she was with Chris, and now that she thought about it, Darious probably treated her better in the spoiling department. But when it came to the sex, Tammy had to be real with herself. Darious was a good lover, and his dick was a little longer than Chris's, but the truth of the matter was that Chris did some things sexually that Darious would never be able to compete with. Hell, Chris did some things to Tammy that even she couldn't explain. Her heart wasn't with him anymore, but that was one thing she couldn't take away from Chris. He was the truth in bed.

* * *

Since Kim was a walk-in, she couldn't get the abortion done the same day. The doctor took her blood samples and got Kim's medical history, all for the procedure scheduled for the next day. Kim was about seven to eight weeks pregnant, so the extraction wouldn't be difficult at all. The cost of it was $375, and that was with the anesthesia. The last thing she wanted to do was be awake and watch as her baby got sucked out of her through a tube.

On her way to her car, Kim looked through her phone to see who would pick her up from the doctor after the abortion. After being instructed that she couldn't drive, Kim immediately began to think. She even thought about just telling Lamar what was going on, but opted not to, out of fear of how he would feel about his baby being on the chopping block.

“Ms. D,” Kim said, leaning against the driver's side door of the car.

“You better be calling me to let me know that you're on ya way to come get me and take me to my doctor's appointment,” Ms. D shot back.

Ms. D had been sitting by the window waiting for Kim's car to pull up on the block. With all that was going on, and her covert mission to the abortion clinic, taking Ms. D to the doctor's had slipped her mind.

“I'm so sorry, Ms. D. I am on my way,” Kim said, getting into the car. “Can you call and tell them that you're going to be a few minutes late?”

“Don't worry about it. I already called,” Ms. D told her, not upset at all. “So besides that, what was you calling me for?” Ms. D asked, taking a bite of the celery stick she was munching on.

“I'm on my way to you right now. We'll talk then,” Kim told her, looking both ways before pulling out of her parking spot.

Kim really didn't want to explain her whole situation over the phone anyway. It was personal. Ms. D needed to know how important it was for her to keep the pregnancy between them, and in order for that to happen, Kim needed to talk face to face. Sometimes Ms. D could be a chatterbox, especially when she had that devil juice in her.

Naomi leaned over on her tiptoes and kissed Lisa on the cheek. It woke her up, and when Lisa cracked open her eyes, she gave her daughter a huge smile. Today was supposed to be the day Lisa was released from the hospital. She was doing a lot better, and had improved over the past two weeks. Her wound was healing well and the doctors were even optimistic about Lisa being able to have more children one day.

“Good morning!” Ralphy greeted her, getting up from his chair and walking over to her bedside. “You ready to go home?” he asked as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Lisa smiled. The thought of going home sounded good, but feeling Ralphy's lips on her skin felt even better. She couldn't believe that through everything that was going on right now, his lips was all she could think about. “Are you coming too?” Lisa asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't just talking about her and Naomi.

Every day, Ralphy sat in the hospital looking over at Lisa. He had a lot of time to think about the more important things in life, and at the top of his list was his family. He couldn't deny how much he missed being home, nor could he continue to hide how much he still loved Lisa.

“Yeah, I'm coming home too,” he said, placing his free hand over hers.

Lisa was damn near ready to jump up out of the bed and get dressed. Tears began to run down her face. Hearing those words come from his mouth let Lisa know that there was still a chance for them to be back together, and if all it took was a bullet to the gut for Ralphy to come back home, Lisa would have volunteered to get shot months ago. Hell, being shot was a lesser pain than the pain she felt the day Ralphy walked out of her life. Whatever the case may be, Lisa was going to make the best out of this bad situation.

* * *

Tammy pulled up to Chris's mom's house with the kids to drop them off as she did every other weekend. Ms. Elaine couldn't front, though; Tammy was looking like a totally different woman from what she did a couple of months ago. Darious had her looking right. New car, new clothes, hair done just about every week, and even her attitude changed. She was way more confident in herself, and the stress bags that used to sit under her eyes had cleared up.

“Hey, Ms. Elaine,” Tammy greeted her, walking up the steps with Sinniyyah in her arms.

“Grandma!” Anthony yelled out, running with the diaper bag over his shoulder.

When Tammy walked into the house, she was a little startled to run into Outlaw, who came out of the kitchen. In the living room sat Brea, Chris's older sister, who used to like Tammy until she found out that Tammy had left her brother.

“You do know that it's Thursday, right?” Ms. Elaine said, walking into the living room.

“Yeah, I know. Here,” Tammy said, passing Ms. Elaine some money. “I got something to do. I'll be back Sunday night to get them,” Tammy said in a nonchalant fashion, sitting Sinniyyah on Brea's lap like she was in a rush to get out the door.

Ms. Elaine looked at Tammy like she was crazy. She wasn't feeling Tammy's attitude one bit, and neither was Brea for that matter. When Tammy turned around to leave, she noticed the way Ms. Elaine was looking at her.

“What?” Tammy said, looking around the room. “If you don't wanna watch them, I can take them somewhere else,” Tammy said with an attitude.

“Tammy, sit down,” Ms. Elaine said, nodding to the empty seat next to Brea.

Tammy was feeling herself, but not that much to flat out disregard Ms. Elaine's request. She knew that in a split second it could get real ugly in that house.

“Now I don't know if you lost ya mind or you just don't have any respect for my son and this family, but don't come up in my house with passion marks all over your neck and throwing around money like you dat girl now. Now don't forget that my son took care of you and this family took you in when you didn't have shit. Anything you needed, I gave you, and I treated you like no less than my own daughter from day one,” Ms. Elaine snapped.

Tammy sat there in silence listening to Ms. Elaine give it to her, but Tammy too had a lot of hostility built up inside, and wanted to share her thoughts. “I don't mean any disrespect, Ms. Elaine, and I hope you don't take it that way, but I am a grown-ass woman, and I don't owe nobody shit, not even Chris. Don't get me wrong, I love ya son, and I know everything he did for me. But let me tell you this, ya son left me out here by myself with two kids, and he ain't coming home no time soon. Forgive me if I'm moving on with my life,” Tammy said, getting up from the couch. Tammy grabbed Sinniyyah from Brea's lap then called out for Anthony, who was upstairs.

“My niece and nephew don't have to go anywhere,” Brea said, getting up from the couch and standing in front of the door.

Tammy looked at Brea like she wasn't a threat at all. Brea could fight her ass off, but Chris had taught Tammy how to get down too, so if it was about to get physical between the two, it was going to be a bout to remember.

“Brea!” Ms. Elaine shouted. “Get away from that door. If she wanna leave then let her go.”

Just then, Anthony came down the steps with Outlaw, unaware of what had just happened. Tammy simply grabbed him by the hand and walked out the front door. After strapping Sinniyyah into her car seat and putting the seat belt on Anthony, Tammy got into the car and pulled off, not even worried about the baby bag she had left in the house.

* * *

Lamar looked up from drying his car off to see Falisha coming out of the house. His car was parked right in front of her apartment, so it was impossible for Falisha to ignore him, much like she'd been doing as of late. She still didn't tell him that she was with child either, and that's because she wasn't sure if she was going to keep it.

“Wasssup, Falisha,” Lamar greeted her, standing in front of her steps. “You gon' keep ignoring me or can we talk like two civilized adults?” he asked.

Falisha finished locking her front door then walked down the steps. She tried to brush by Lamar without saying anything to him. He grabbed her arm and stopped her. Falisha snatched her arm away from him then gave him a stern look. “Don't touch me. I'm good,” she said then bumped him as she walked past him.

Lamar thought about chasing after her, but decided against it, not wanting Kim to pull up and get the wrong impression. He just watched as she walked down the street with her cell phone up to her ear. What happened next took Lamar by surprise. The all-too-familiar Cadillac truck pulled up and stopped at the end of the block. It was Fox and, before Lamar knew it, she was hopping into the passenger side and he was pulling off.

“What da hell,” Lamar mumbled to himself as the truck disappeared into traffic. He really didn't know what to think, and an unexpected wave of jealousy came over him and made him wonder what she was doing with him. He had made it clear that he wanted to be with Kim, but Lamar never thought about how he would feel if he saw Falisha back with Fox. He surely didn't like it, and became mad as hell. He loved Kim and didn't want to hurt her, but after seeing Falisha and Fox together, Lamar questioned himself on whether it was possible that he still loved Falisha as well. It was a question that he needed clarity on, and he was bound to get it at some point.

* * *

Kim sat in the lobby area waiting for Ms. D to pull up. She was still a little groggy and tired from the anesthesia, but was well aware of what had just happened. Getting an abortion was more difficult than what she thought it would be. Kim had heard many of her friends talking about their abortions, and on some occasions she even encouraged it, but talking about it was easier than actually getting it done. The emptiness in her gut began to tear away at her conscience almost immediately after she woke up. She began to wonder if she had done the right thing, and wished that she could reverse time and give it a little more thought before terminating her pregnancy.

As she sat there in her thoughts, Ms. D walked into the lobby and spotted Kim sitting there with her head down. She knew the feeling Kim was going through, having had a couple of abortions in her lifetime. It was a feeling that couldn't be explained. Ms. D sat in the chair next to Kim's. Kim was so zoned out she still didn't acknowledge her.

“You gon' be all right, baby girl,” Ms. D said, putting her arm around Kim. “You can't dwell on it. What's done is what's done. You gotta keep it moving now,” she said, rubbing Kim's back.

The more Kim thought about it, the worse she felt. The tears began to pour out of her eyes as the reality of the situation set in. “I . . . I killed my baby,” Kim cried, lifting her head up to look at Ms. D. “Oh, God, I killed my baby,” she continued, now bawling her eyes out.

“Shhhhhh. Everything is going to be okay,” Ms. D said, laying Kim's head on her shoulder.

It was an emotional moment for Kim, and even the tough, hard as nails Ms. D couldn't hold back her tears. She felt for Kim, but she also knew that this was part of being a woman. This was something Kim had to stand by and live with for the rest of her life. No matter what happened in her life from this point on, she would never forget this day. This was going to be her life-changing moment.

* * *

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Fox asked, looking over at Falisha sitting in the passenger seat.

Falisha stared aimlessly out of the window at the medical center and thought about the last time she was there, terminating a pregnancy at the age of fifteen. “Can I ask you something?” Falisha said as she continued looking out of the window.

“Naw, shawty. I can't help you make up ya mind on dis one. You gotta put ya big girl panties on and make ya own choice,” Fox told her, eliminating himself from the equation.

Falisha looked over at him and wanted his advice bad, but the truth of the matter was that Fox was right. Falisha just had to make the choice on her own whether to get another abortion. One thing she could count on was Fox keeping it real with her at all times. That's the reason why she confided in him of all people with her secret. Fox wasn't going to judge her, no matter what decision she made, nor was he going to leave her stranded at a time like this.

“Look, Falisha, whatever you decide to do, I'ma roll out wit' you. I told you a long time ago that I got mad love for you, and I meant that.”

Falisha looked at him and smiled. It was very comforting to know that she had somebody like Fox in her corner. She turned to look out of the window again, and right before she was about to open the door to walk across the parking lot, Ms. D pulled Kim's car up in front of the building. At first Falisha thought that she was trippin' but then Ms. D exited the car and walked up to the glass double doors where Kim was standing. Ms. D helped the still crying Kim to the car, got her into the passenger seat, then pulled off.

Falisha didn't have to wonder about what had just taken place. She was still too familiar with the process of getting an abortion, and knew that Kim coming out of the abortion clinic, crying her eyes out, and MS. D being the designated driver, could only equal up to one thing: a termination. It blew Falisha's head back to have witnessed it with her own eyes. After seeing this, it made Falisha's decision a little easier.

“So whatcha gon' do, shawty?” Fox asked, unaware of what had just gone down.

She sat there quiet for a moment, allowing everything to register. She knew how bad she felt, even at the young age of fifteen. Every time she saw Lisa's and Tammy's children, she always wondered, what if she had kept hers? Would it have been a boy or girl? Would it have looked just like her or the father? “Nah, yo. I think I'm good,” Falisha said, reaching for her seat belt. “Let's get out of here before I do something I might regret.”