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"That fucking student council meeting took so long, what the hell were you guys talking about anyways?" Gyutaro growls as he parks his bike behind the science building.

"Douma couldn't decide what color banners we needed for the festival this weekend," you giggle, watching your boyfriend's face contort in annoyance.

"Idiot," he rolls his eyes and turns off his bike, "Making me wait so damn long..."

You look around, confused as to why he is stopping behind the science building on campus. "Um Gyu, why are you stopping here?"

He flips around so he can face you and begins to unbutton his pants, "Cuz I'm gonna fuck you."

'WHAT!?" You yelp, and Gyutaro immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shut it!" he snarls, "I've been so horny all goddamn day ever since you put on that stupid skirt this morning. And now since you made me wait so long, I don't have any other choice but to fuck you right here."

He smirks and pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, already incredibly hard. The large vein that runs down the side of it already popping out, that's how you know he's been hard for quite a while.

"B-Babe I-," you start but he cuts you off.

"Shh, it's ok. The sun's already gone down so no one will see us. I promise..."

He bites his lip and pulls you in for a kiss. His other hand goes under your skirt, slipping into your panties to feel you've already started to get wet. But how can you not when seeing him so hot and bothered for you?

Pleased by this, he groans and pulls you into his lap. Slowly bucking his hips, gliding his cock along your slick panties.

"Gyu..." you whimper, "maybe we should move off the bike. I wouldn't want it to fall over..."

"Typical human, always worrying," he smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, "It won't fall over, I promise. My feet are on the ground so I can balance it while you ride me."

"R-ride you?" your entire face goes red. Usually, your boyfriend is on top, taking control and plunging into you aggressively is his favorite way to have sex. So it isn't often that he asks you to be on top, but you can't deny that you enjoy doing it. And he does too, it's just that most days he can't stop himself from fucking you silly. But today he doesn't have much choice.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it right?" He smirks mischievously as if challenging you.

"Of course I can!"

"I dunno... maybe you're too weak to take it. I mean you are just a pathetic human after all," he teases.

You furrow your brows, determined to prove him wrong. So you lift your hips, move your panties to the side, and gently lower yourself onto him.

"F-fuck," a breathy moan leaves his lips as he sinks into you and bottoms out.

"That shut you up, huh?" you tease back as you begin riding him.

He can't deny that you took his breath away, he didn't expect you to take control like you did. His nails dig into your thighs as you pick up the pace. Moaning loudly as you bounce on his lap, squelching sounds filling the air as his thick shaft splits you apart.

"C-C'mon babe ah, if you k-keep movin' like that I'm gonna cum too soon," he clenches his teeth and tries to hold back his moans.

"I don't want us to get caught," you gasp, "Ngh- you do want to cum in me don't you?"

"C-course I do," a needy moan escapes him. He moves his hands to your hips and begins to move you up and down, assisting you in your motion.

You lean forward until his cockhead slams into your sweet spot, "Ah- right there!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the mess between your legs spreads all over your thighs.

Your legs are beginning to feel sore but you're too determined to chase your high to even care. Moving faster and faster despite the pain and your thighs trembling.

Usually, your boyfriend would take over at this point but he's too high on cloud nine to pay attention to anything but the way your slick walls wrap around him and squeeze him so tightly. Making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

And with a strained groan, his nails dig into your skin, his cock twitches inside of you, and he leans back - accidentally revving his bike. But he's too busy filling you with his seed to even care.

Wanting to make sure he got his cum as deep as possible he tightly grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. Creating an absolute mess. A combination of his cum and your slick splattering all over your skirt and the seat of his bike.

You were already getting so close, but now the breeding instinct of your demon boyfriend brings you over the edge. Your walls tightening around him as your desperate moans fill the air.

Gyutaro smirks, pleased with himself as you slump over onto him. Feeling your body shake uncontrollably, he feels satisfied.

"That's it baby," he whispers as he gently kisses the side of your face, "You did so good for me."

"We should do this again sometime..." you whimper and nuzzle against him.

He smirks, "Hell yeah, but let's get you home and cleaned up for now."

He ignores the mess on his bike and pulls his pants up. Then he turns, positions himself properly, and shifts his bike back into drive.

"You good back there?" he shouts, making sure you're holding on tightly.

"Mm hm," you nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his back.

"Y'know, maybe we could do this every week after your student council meetings," he snickers as he revs the engine.

Zilla stood on the sofa beside Jacob, both checking out the scenery of the club from their section and bobbing to the mix the DJ spun. Dr. Barnes called him a little bit after the show to check in with him, it helped him put the conversation with Josh to the back of his mind.

“Say, Rye alright?” Jacob asked, leaning in closer.

He nodded. “She straight. Why?”

“Just checkin. Jon said it was something going on earlier. Gotta make sure sis straight.”

“Yeah she good now. Mama with her so I ain't worried.” Zilla assured him, keeping his eyes on the throngs of people. He spotted Ava entering their section and started to smile until he saw Gia behind her. He sucked his teeth. “The fuck her ass doin here?”

“Who?”

Discreetly, he pointed the young woman out to his cousin and sucked his teeth again when she waved at him. With a mug on his face, he nodded back at her.

“That's the one that's been tryin you, ain't it?”

“Mmhm. I'm bout to go,” he huffed, “I'm not bout to be in no shit.”

Jacob stopped him before he could step down from the sofa, turning the younger man's attention to him. “Fuck that, don't let her interrupt yo time with family. You ain't at work, you ain't gotta talk to her. Ignore her ass.”

“She still gon try, she don't comprehend bein ignored. Shit annoyin as fuck.” He admitted.

“Don't worry about that shit, uce. I'm here witchu, I'll tell her ass and get her from around you. I got you.”

Ava moved to one of the corners of the section with Gia to talk. Even though they'd talked on the ride over, Ava wanted to be sure she knew what was expected of her. This was a great time to move things further. Between the club and the hotel, Ava had her plans handed to her and if things went off the rails she could carefully pull Josh into it.

“They're a lot nicer and carefree when they're drunk. It'll be easy.” Ava paused to wave at Jon, who held up a drink and pointed to her. “See what I mean? You can do it and be in his bed tonight. Job well done, Gia.”

Gia was more than apprehensive about the plan. She didn't want to hurt another person but there weren't many options for her. Taking a chance, she glanced at Zilla again. His face looked more relaxed than a few minutes prior but she could still see the hint of annoyance.

“Wait, you want me to sleep with him? I never agreed to that.”

“You agreed to do whatever necessary to make this happen.” Ava clarified. “If he pulls out a condom, you put it on and make sure you put a hole in it.”

Gia shook her head. “No, I don't want a baby right now or with him. No.”

“Relax,” she rolled her eyes. “If you get pregnant, we'll get rid of it. Now, go.”

Shaking her head, Gia took a few deep breaths then went over to Zilla and Jacob just as the two were climbing down from the sofa. She offered them both a smile.

“Really good show. Y'all were the best part.” She focused her attention on Zilla. “Especially you, Zilla.”

Jacob spoke up before Zilla could. “You know he got girl, right?”

She laughed. “I know that he's with Moriah. I'm just being friendly, that's all.”

“Friendly? Ion think you being friendly, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, that's too bad that you can't see that. Anyway,” she trailed off trying to ignore the mug on Zilla's face. “Zilla, let me buy you a celebratory drink.”

Jacob chuckled under his breath. “He good, Ms Lady. And you better watch yourself, sis ain't nobody to play with.”

Gia frowned a little at him. “I dunno what your problem is but I'm just trying to congratulate a friend. That's it. And for the record if I was trying him, I'm not scared of her.”

“That's what that other girl said till she was lying in her own piss, cryin and shit. Move around, girl.”

“You're worse than Bronco. Damn let the man enjoy himself.” She argued, grabbing Zilla's hand trying to pull him along. “You his parole officer or something?”

Zilla snatched his hand away, trying not to make a scene. “If I go get this drink with you, will you leave me alone?” He asked, ignoring Jacob mumbling.

Her smile widened and she nodded.

He turned to his cousin, letting him know that he would be back, then walked past Gia, leaving the section heading towards the bar with Gia eagerly following behind him. In his mind, he was cussing her out and wishing he just would have stayed in his room on the phone with Moriah. Feeling her shoulder against him at the bar, he slid over glancing over at her.

“You don’t gotta be that close to me.”

“You’re unusually grumpy, Isayah.” She giggled and flagged down one of the bartenders.. “What are you drinking?”

For the third or fourth time, Zilla sucked his teeth at her trying to remember that he couldn’t curse her out in public and lowkey wishing that Moriah was here to get her ass together.

“My name is Zilla, you know that.”

Gia bit her lip trying to ignore the tone he used, to say it put a bit of fear in her would be an understatement. “Isn’t that your name?”

“Yeah and I ain’t give you permission to call me that.” He spat now leaning against the bar turning his attention to the bartender. “Rum punch.”

She held out her card to the man and yelled over the music. “Lemon drop, please. I’m paying.” After making sure the drinks were paid for, Gia turned to Zilla and relaxed against the bar. “So, rum and punch? Old man at heart?”

“No,” he huffed. “My dad liked it.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. You know you never seem very happy. Why is that?” She asked slowly inching closer.

“I’m happy and if i wasn’t, that ain’t a conversation to have with you.”

Realizing that being overly flirtatious with him wasn’t the way to go, Gia switched tactics. This had to work, she knew Dewayne’s patience was thinning with each passing day so she knew she had to get this done.

She put on the most innocent face she could conjure up. “Look, I’m sorry for coming on so strongly.I shouldn’t have done that, I knew you had a girlfriend and I still did it.”

The bartender slid their drinks in front of them before disappearing. Zilla took a long drink before responding. He glanced over at her, feeling a small bit of empathy for her seeing the look on her face.

“Yeah, I accept your apology.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking a quick sip of her drink, “Sooo … friends?”

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “Nah. That shit ain’t gon happen. You already crossed too many lines for me or Fat to be comfortable with that. But you straight, just stop that shit. Trick obviously like you so don’t fuck that up.”

“Yeah, Trick is cool. He is.” her voice trailed off for a moment. “How’s Moriah?”

“Good,” he responded, taking another drink.

“That’s good. I’m surprised she’s not with you.”

“Why’s that?”

She laughed a bit. “You and her are always together. Attached at the hip just about.”

“Cause unlike other couples, we actually like bein around each other. We like each other.” He responded smartly. “Why you so surprised that I love my girlfriend?”

She shrugged. “Cause I’m always seeing the men I’ve dated in other men. She’s a very lucky woman, I hope she knows that.”

“Nah,” he tossed back the last of his drink, “I’m lucky. I appreciate the drink. We good now? Can I go enjoy myself?”

She nodded and he was gone before she could say anything else. Watching him go back to the section, her heart raced. The agreement she worked out was easier before she knew so much more about him. Everything was much better when the narrative Dewayne gave her was all she knew because now she knew how much this would all hurt him and Moriah if she was successful.

When Zilla got back into the section Josh stopped him before he could go back to Jacob. The younger man stared at his cousin waiting to see what he wanted, he could see the apprehension in Josh’s eyes.

“What?”

Josh extended a beer out to him, a sort of a peace offering. “You did your thing out there tonight. I’m proud of you, uce.”

He took it eyeing his cousin wearily. “Preciate that.”

“I see ya favorite person here and before you ask I ain’t invite her ass here.” Josh said, taking a swig of his beer. “I also seen you go to the bar with her.”

“Okay so what? It wasn’t nothin.”

“I ain’t say it was. I’m just tellin you that I seen it,” he repeated with a tilt of his head, “What yall talk about?”

Rolling his eyes, Zilla took a drink from the bottle debating on how truthful he wanted to be with his answer. “She wanted to buy me a drink and apologize. That’s it.”

“Oh word? That was big of her. You wasn’t mean, was you?”

He chuckled a little bit. “That’s all I know how to do, let Fat tell it. I was nice enough.”

“You accept her apology?”

“Yeah but it ain’t goin beyond that, uce. She did too much shit to ever be friends with her.”

Josh shrugged a little, hitting him softly in his chest. “People change sometimes, you never know. Her and Moriah could be friends one day in the future.”

Choking a bit on the beer, Zilla slapped his chest and coughed out a laugh. “You really don’t know my lady, do you?”

He shrugged, chuckling a little. “I guess not. Did she really make a girl piss herself?”

“Hell yeah and she still had them damn skates on.”

Josh cursed under his breath. Even though he’d heard the story a few times from Jacob and Solo, he thought they were exaggerating because to him Moriah didn’t look like she would harm a fly. To him, she looked like her bark was worse than her bite, especially how easily he had made her cry.

“I’a be back.” Zilla said quickly typing on his phone and stepping away.

Ava swooped in taking the spot their cousin previously occupied with Josh. She smiled, nudging his shoulder. “Having fun?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s better than what me and Gia were gonna do.”

“Which was what?”

“Eat takeout and watch movies.”

Josh looked down at her and raised a brow. “You want something. What is it?”

She laughed, “You caught me. Sooo … Gia likes Zilla and I’m sorta tryna help her.”

He raised both brows at that. “That first part is obvious but that second part prolly ain’t a good idea. Did you not see him try to take my head off earlier about her?”

“I mean yeah but come on,” she smiled, “You don’t want them together and I think Gia and him would be a good fit. She doesn’t come with a lot of baggage, she’s never had an abortion which is a big sell I think and she’s submissive. All things you guys like.”

“Ava, I … that ain’t a good idea and please do not repeat that shit about the abortion to anybody else. That’s personal and you wasn’t even supposed to know. Shit, we wasn’t supposed to know.”

Ava waved him off playfully but in her head she was getting annoyed with Josh. The fact that he was very vocal about his disdain for Moriah and now here he was trying to walk it back.

“He only gets that upset about it cause he knows you’re right. Don’t you wanna get rid of her, Josh?”

“I do but I also like keeping my teeth in my mouth. If he wants to stay with her then he can stay.”

“Josh,” she pouted, “Help me, please. I promised I would help her.”

“Then you gon have to tell her that you can’t,” he responded quickly, “Ain’t she talkin to Trick anyway?”

“She’s just being nice and doesn’t wanna hurt his feelings. She wants Zilla.”

Josh shook his head. “She should want to keep her job and her life, Ava. Neither one of them play the radio about each other. That shit not gon go well for her or you and me when they find out we helped her.”

“She won’t tell and it won’t matter if this works out and it will. Listen, I just need you to help me set it up.” She begged, pulling on his arm discreetly.

Taking a few deep breaths, Josh was already deep enough into shit with Zilla and he didn’t want to be in any deeper. He couldn't care less about how Moriah felt about it but because his cousin would care that would be the issue. There was nothing more he wanted than to get the two of them apart but at the expense of his relationship wasn’t a bargain he wanted to take.

“Help you set what up, A? Zilla not goin for nothin with her involved. He can’t stand that girl.”

“But that could change, listen I just need you to help me get them in the same room, she can handle the rest.” She stopped him before he could respond. “Just think about it and get back to me. Like within the next 24 hours please.”

She left him with his thoughts going back to Gia, who was nursing her drink in a corner of the section, scrolling on her phone. Some small part of him was regretting even voicing his opinion seeing the mess it was snowballing into.

“I heard that.” Jon spoke softly as he slid next to his brother.

Josh looked over, huffing harshly. “Ignore it.”

“That’s what you need to be doing. You and her do realize that he is our cousin, right? That y’all are trying to hurt our cousin.” Jon asked. “You hate that damn girl that much? She ain’t did a damn thing to you, Josh.”

He shook his head, “I never said I hated her. I just don’t think they need to be together, uce. I’m not tryna hurt him. I didn’t even say yes.”

“She might not know you but I do and I know that you were gonna agree. And for fucking what?”

“I wasn’t gonna say yeah, man. I wasn’t. He damn near knocked my head off my shoulders, I wasn’t gonna do it.” Josh argued back, trying not to raise his voice.

From across the section, Ava watched the interaction seething and hoping Jon wasn’t trying to ruin the seeds she planted. Josh’s body language gave off irritation and Jon’s gave off disappointment. If Jon talked him out of it, she’d be back to square one.

After leaving the club early leaving his family to enjoy the rest of the night by themselves, Zilla relaxed on his hotel bed with his phone in hand, staring at Moriah. She had asked him to call him when he got settled which led to his early departure.

“Did you have fun at least?” She asked softly.

When he called she eased out of their bed and out to the sofa as to not wake Leata. She snuggled under a blanket, getting comfortable.

“It was aight at first,” he admitted, “Ava brought Gia with her.”

“And what did her ass do?”

“Bought me a congratulatory drink and to apologize. I talked to her so she wouldn’t keep botherin me all night, Fat. That’s it.”

“Mmm, should’ve told her ass we ain’t want her damn apology and to shove it.” Moriah spat with an eye roll.

He laughed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I know, Fat. Anyway, how you feel?”

“I’m alright, I’m good. Glad it’s over to be honest.”

“Yeah? You glad you went though?”

“Mmhm,” she answered through a yawn, “It helped me and I got to help Amira too. She’s gonna have Nia’s death investigated.”

He whistled lowly, still watching her. “Damn. You think it was what he did that caused it?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. But if he did, he’s done. I feel responsible because I didn’t say anything but I didn’t think it was anything like this.”

“Aye, this ain’t your fault, Fat. None of it. He shouldn’t have done that shit.” Zilla affirmed leaving her no room to argue. “You ready for the appointment?”

“Yeah but kinda nervous. I don’t want any bad news.”

“Don’t think like that, sweetheart. You gotta be positive.”

She smiled a little. “Are you ready?”

“Mmmhm, I am. Wait,” he frowned, “Is it a man or a woman?”

“A woman,” she laughed. “Why does it matter?”

“Don’t no man needa be lookin at my Fat like that besides me.”

“Zay,” she laughed harder, “Male doctors are very professional. He would be looking from a professional standpoint not for pleasure.”

He shook his head defiantly. “Nah, they might get down there, see what I see and fall in love. Then I gotta go back to prison cause ima have to kill em.”

“Isayah,” she fussed softly, “That isn’t gonna happen. But what’re you gonna do if I have to go to a male doctor at some point?”

“Ima be right there. I’ll look so they don’t have to and they can just tell me what to look for.”

Moriah laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “That’s not how that works, Zay. Plus you get distracted when you get anywhere near that area. Remember when you were supposed to be massaging the cramp outta my thigh?”

He laughed. “You wasn’t worried about the cramp no more though.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Luh you too baby. You miss me?”

She squinted at him. “Not if you’re about to say something nasty, Zay.”

He bit his lip, smirking a bit. “I wasn’t, I was just gon say I missed you too. Damn.”

“Oh whatever, no you were not. I know you, Fatu,” she laughed, “It’s almost 3 in the morning and you don’t say anything sweet this time of night without being inside me, trying to be inside me or something close to it. Try again.”

“I mean shit it’s my second favorite place to be, Fat.”

“Uhuh and what’s your first?” She asked, snuggling deeper into the blanket.

A slow smile spread across his face. “In your presence, Fat.”

Staring at him for a moment, Moriah tried unsuccessfully to hide her smile. “Not you tryna be cute. When are you coming back home?”

“Uuuh, I’ll be home Monday before you get off work then Mama flying out after you get off.”

“Awwwe, she can’t stay a little longer? I like having her here.” She pouted.

He chuckled. “I know you do, we gon go visit her soon but she got some shit to do, baby. Plus you gon be busy entertaining ya lil cellmate bestie.”

“You and Brayden think y’all so funny.” She sucked her teeth. “You told Bronco about your other best friend yet?”

“Ion know, I prolly mentioned him before. We gon kick it at some point while they down here.” He paused to think for a moment. “Prolly Friday, I think that’s the only free day Ima have before they go.”

“That sounds good. But please make sure the three of you don’t get into any shit while you’re out. No taking Brayden to help y’all jump Thomas again.”

“I keep tellin you that we ain’t touch his ass, Fat. But we ain’t gon get in no trouble. I promise,” he chuckled.

She hummed. “Yeah, okay. Oh, Daddy, Tamara, Brayden and Sade wanna come to the show so please and thank you.”

“I got you,” He cleared his throat quickly, “But aye, you and ya cellie bet not come to the show showin y’all ass either. I told you that you a queen and queens don’t come off they thrones for peasants.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sassed, groaning softly, “She just better not say nothin dumb again.”

“She won’t but if she do, let that shit ride. Don’t say shit and don’t touch her cause me and Brayden ain’t bailin y’all asses out.”

Moriah mocked his laugh and rolled her eyes. “When you get back home, you sleepin on the sofa since you think you so funny.”

“Uhuh and you gon bring yo lil ass out there with me.” He laughed. “You know you can’t sleep without me.”

“I can too. You not special.”

“Oh you can? So why you ain’t sleep? Why you wanted me to call you then?”

“Because,” she paused to yawn, “Because I wanted to know you made it back in safely. That’s all.”

He stared at her, still laughing. “A text woulda been fine. You was wide awake when I called you, now you yawnin and snugglin into MY blanket. So like I said you can’t sleep without me.” Zilla heard knocking at the door to his suite and frowned a bit. “Aye, lemme call you back real quick, Fat.”

“But, Zay,” she pouted.

“Nah, forreal. Somebody knockin’. Ima call you back. I luh you.” He waited for her to say it back before he hung up and got out of his bed.

Sliding his feet, Zilla went to look through the peephole and huffed hard before snatching the door open. Josh stood on the other side holding a bottle of Dusse and two glasses, a wide smile on his face.

“Maaaan, no. Uhn uhn.” Zilla said, staring dead at him. “I was on the phone with my lady, ion got time. Go find your twin.”

Josh laughed, elbowing his way in. “I would but he ain’t the one that tried to take my head off. And he the one suggested I come here with a peace offerin and shit.”

Slowly, Zilla closed the door and followed his older cousin to the living room, taking a seat on the opposite end. While Josh got his ice bucket from the freezer and poured their drinks, Zilla busied himself with his phone. He texted Moriah to let her know that he probably wouldn’t talk to her again until she was on the way to work because Josh was there and wanted to talk. She was upset as he knew she would be so to keep her quiet for the moment, he sent her one of the videos he had made for her when he arrived at the hotel fresh out of the shower after the show. He hadn’t planned to send it just yet but he didn’t want her to have an attitude. Thankfully for him, it worked and he wished her sweet dreams. By the time he was finished, Josh was back in his spot on the sofa, extending a glass to him which he took.

“What you want, man?” Zilla asked, taking a sip of the smooth, amber liquid.

He shrugged while taking a drink of his own. “I just really wanted to apologize. I realize how fucked up I was acting and being towards Moriah. She ain’t deserve that. Especially not after the way she’s helped you become a better person and she support you so much.” Josh spoke thoughtfully and softly. “I feel like shit thinking about her face when I made her cry. I went too far. I let my disgust with her mom bleed into how I feel about her. That wasn’t right.”

Zilla raised a brow at him, searching his face for deception and when he couldn’t find any he nodded, swallowing down another sip. “Nah, that shit wasn’t cool, mane. Her mom already hurt her bad enough, she ain’t deserve that shit.”

“I know, I know,” he nodded, “If it’s okay witchu I wanna apologize to her. Trin said y’all gettin married and ion wanna miss out cause I was bein a jackass.”

Zilla choked a little on his drink, laughing. “Trin said what? Mane, we is not gettin married.”

“Y’all aint?” Josh looked over at him with a confused face that made Zilla laugh even harder. “What, Uce?”

Zilla calmed himself down, sitting the glass aside on the coffee table. “We gon get married in the near future but not yet. Shit, I ain’t even proposed yet or got a ring.”

“Ooooooh. Trin just ready for y’all to get married now.” Josh clarified, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah her and everybody else. And don’t misunderstand, I wanna marry her and I am gon marry her but not this second. Soon, real soon but not yet.”

Josh nodded, refilling Zilla’s glass. “What you like the most about Moriah?”

“Her heart.” Zilla answered immediately. “She got a good ass heart. But shit that’s probably what I dislike the most about her too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause,” he paused to pick his glass up for another sip, “Aside from a handful of people, no matter what someone does to her she’ll still look after and out for them. Fat so caring, she’d give a stranger on the street her last if they asked for it and she think they need it. And people know that so they try to take advantage of her or they keep fuckin with her and hurt her. I hate to see my baby cry, mane. Shit is heartbreaking.”

“Yeah? I mean I see why.” Josh paused for a moment. “Is that why Bronco looked like he wanted to kill me at the PC that day?”

Zilla laughed a little, nodding his head. “Yeah, she ran into him bawling her eyes out. He thought it was my fault and was ready to beat my ass, best friend or not. Only reason he ain’t beat ya ass is cause she asked him not to.”

“And that’s why you ain’t hit me?”

Zilla raised his brow in response, lifting his glass to his lips. “What you think?”

“Shiiit,” he laughed, “Even more reason to treat her right. Shawty saved my life. I’m too old to fight your mean ass back and win.”

Zilla and him shared a laugh then sat quietly sipping from their glasses.

Josh glanced at him. “You uh you ever make her cry like that?”

“Twice,” he answered softly, shaking his head at the thought. “First time was when I got sentenced. She cried just as hard as my mama did, maybe more. She had this look in her eyes, like betrayal and pain. I hated that shit mane. Gave me nightmares my first six months in there.”

“And the second time?”

This time Zilla took longer to answer, letting out a softer sigh. “Months ago when I found out about Angel.”

“Who Angel?” Josh asked, a mug on his face ready to get upset.

Zilla shook his head, pointing to that name on his arm. “Angel is … was our son.”

“Oh, the abortion. Right?”

“Yeah. When I found out what she had went through while I was locked up, what Nadine had done to her and our son. That shit … it tore me up forreal and,” Zilla paused to take a few deep breaths. “I yelled at her when she tried to to hug me, scared the fuck outta her. It wasn’t directed at her but shit, I still did it. And still, she was textin me every day I was gone and textin Bronco to check on me even though I did that.”

Josh nodded along, thinking about the words his cousin was saying. Maybe his hatred for Moriah did come from a good place but now he started to feel bad.

Thirty minutes later, Zilla tried to stand and got a little dizzy. Laughing, he fell back on the sofa making Josh jump and laugh.

“You good, uce?”

“Mane,” Zilla laughed, “Fuck no. You made me drink too much’a that shit.”

Josh stared at him playfully. “I ain’t make you do shit. Come on, let me help you in bed. Moriah ain’t bout to beat my ass cause you got a crick in your neck.”

Josh carefully eased his younger cousin up from the sofa, putting his arm around his shoulder to carry most of his weight. Zilla quickly grabbed his phone from the sofa. The two stumbled a few times before Josh finally pushed him on the bed, where his covers were already turned down from when he had gotten up earlier. Josh pulled the cover over his younger cousin and stood back, wobbling a little.

“Aight, uce. You good, now go to sleep.”

Zilla shook his head bringing his phone up to his face. “Naaah, gotta call my lady. Fat gon cry if I don’t.”

Josh easily took the phone from him and plugged it in then sat it on the dresser. “Can’t call her on no dead phone, fool. Go to sleep, call her in the morning.”

Before Josh made it out the door of the suite, Zilla was knocked out snoring.

When NXT ended, an escort led Toni, Moriah and her family backstage to meet up with Zilla and Bronco so they could leave. Toni going them first and discreetly whispered to Moriah to look to her left but don't make a scene. Her eyes darted in the direction and immediately she started to frown. Gia had pretty much cornered Bronco and Zilla, talking to them about something. Watching Bronco and Zilla constantly push her hands off of the latter's arm did make her chuckle a little bit. Feeling eyes on him Zilla looked up and right into his girlfriend's eyes, he nudged Bronco and pointed, making Gia turn to look over her shoulder. She smiled as they walked closer.

“You ladies look good as always,” she greeted as she hugged them. “It must be family night. So is this your family, Mo? Or is it your family, T?”

Bronco and Zilla stood behind her rolling their eyes at her.

When Moriah didn't do anything but stare at the other woman, Toni spoke up.

“This is actually Rye's family. They just came to see the magic.” Toni stepped a little closer and whispered so only Gia could hear. “If I were you, I would never call her ‘Mo’ again. She hates that.”

Gia nodded at her words. “Well, Moriah, don't be shy. Introduce us. You are your dad’s twin, girl. But your sister and brother are your mama’s twins. Wow. I’m Gia by the way.”

Moriah continued to stare at Gia, biting down hard on her lips. Zilla recognized that look on her face all too well so he moved around Gia, going to stand next to his girlfriend pulling her into his side. Tamara, Sade and Brayden watched the two women trying to figure out what was happening, Toni grabbed Bronco’s hand snatching him closer to her to make sure he didn’t say anything and Hassan moved to stand at a point to the side of Moriah and Gia.

“Nice to meet you, Gia.” Hassan said politely. “I’m Rye’s father and this is my girlfriend, Tamara. And those are her children, Sade and Brayden.”

Tamara extended her hand with a polite smile. “Thank you for the compliment. And nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. There I go assuming again.” Gia laughed. She went to Brayden, giving him a quick hug then Sade, who stared at her like she had three heads. “I should’ve learned my lesson from the first time I met Moriah. How long are you guys in town?”

Sade frowned. “Why does it matter?”

“That’s what I’m sayin,” Bronco mumbled then groaned from Toni elbowing him.

Tamara laughed and glared at her daughter for a moment. “Excuse my daughter, she’s hungry so she’s a little testy. We’re not sure how long we’re staying, just spending time with Rye and Zilla.”

Gia nodded, poking her lip out a bit she touched Zilla’s forearm rubbing it a bit and everybody’s eyes went to Moriah, who’s eyes were on her hand. “Awwe, I bet they love that. Moriah, did he tell you how sad he was when we had to travel with the main roster? He was actually less friendly than usual, I figured he missed you. It was sweet.” Zilla tried to shake her hand off of him without letting go of his girlfriend but Gia maintained disregarding his actions. “We all went out after the show but Zay left us early to go call to you.”

As soon as he felt her lunge, Zilla pulled Moriah away from the group and backed her into a wall as Gia laughed watching them. Sade frowned at Gia again then turned to Bronco, crooking her finger at him so he would bend down to her.

“What’s up?”

“Is this bitch crazy or something?” She whispered.

Bronco laughed until Toni elbowed him again. “I been asking that same shit. I even asked her and she just laughed like I told a joke. That bitch crazy.”

Tamara turned to them, popping both of their arms then mouthed ‘stop it’. “It was nice talking to you, Gia but we need to get them outta here and feed them before they burn something down.”

Gia laughed again. “Okay, nice meeting y’all. Have fun. Bronco, see you and Zay on Thursday.” She touched his arm and he jerked away with a scowl on his face.

When Gia walked away, Brayden whistled under his breath and looked at Hassan. “I know me and Zay joked about it but I think ya daughter gon need that bail money. You got it?”

After dinner, Moriah and Zilla went back to their shared apartment. He took his shower first and when he came out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist, she was sitting at the foot of their bed rocking back and forth. He cursed under his breath going to sit beside her. Wearily, he grabbed her hand relaxing when she didn’t immediately pull away.

“I’m listenin, Fat.”

Moriah took a long, slow deep breath. “I’m gonna fucking kill her if she puts her hands on you again. Or if she thinks it’s okay to talk to me like we’re fucking friends again, Isayah.”

He nodded. “I hear you.”

“I’m gonna ask you one time and one time only,” she warned, turning her head to look at him. “Why the fuck is she so fucking comfortable doing that shit and saying shit like that to me?”

“Fat, ion know. I promise, I don’t know what the fuck is up with her. Me and Bronco been tryna figure that shit out.” He held her stare to prove to her that he was telling the truth despite the fear the fire he saw in her eyes caused. “On my mama, ion know.”

She nodded. “So either that bitch is crazy or the bitch don’t know how to pick up a fucking context clue. And ima help her figure it out if she can’t.”

This was a different version of pissed off Moriah, one he had never seen before. It put a little fear in his heart but most of the blood was rushing past that fear’s home to another place causing his towel to tent. He tried to focus on her when she snatched her hand away from his to get up and pace back and forth in front of him. His eyes followed her, taking in every feature, every sway, every bounce. Biting down on his bottom lip, Zilla adjusted himself under the towel so he could at least look like he was paying attention. The more she ranted, the harder he got.

“And your ass better be fucking listening to me too.” She fussed still pacing back and forth, not looking at her boyfriend to see his dick standing through the opening of his towel. “Is your ass listening to me, Isayah?”

Releasing his lip slowly, he nodded knowing she didn’t spare him one glance. His brain had more than short circuited at this point, it was fried. Cursing was something she rarely did and hearing her curse this hard was surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) turning him on even more. He swallowed his moan. “Yes ma’am. I always listen to you, Fat.”

She stopped and turned to stare at him. “Don’t be fucking cute with me right now, Isayah. Look at me,” she ordered, snapping her fingers in his face. “Are. You. Listening?”

“Fuck.” He groaned gently. “I’m listenin, Moriah. I promise, baby, I’m listenin. I hear you.”

She moved between his legs, still not noticing his erection despite her legs rubbing against it as she moved to grab his jaw making look into her eyes. “The next time that bitch touches you, you better slap her fucking hands off of you? Do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered softly, biting back another groan.

“If she calls you anything other than ‘Zilla’, you better tell that bitch to correct herself or I’m gon come slap any other name outta her fucking mouth that ain’t ‘Zilla’,” she ordered gripping the sides of his face with her hand. “You understand that, too?”

Zilla’s hands moved to her hips, squeezing as a tremor passed from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. “I understand, baby, shit.”

Moriah bent over, moving her face close enough to his face that they could feel each other’s exhale and her lips brushed against his a bit. She stared directly into his eyes for a moment before speaking again, not noticing his right eye starting to twitch a bit. “And if you ever forget and you need a fucking reminder of who you belong to and what you need to be telling that bitch you come tell Big Mama. I don’t mind reminding you. You understand? Am I fucking clear?”

He tried to nod, not trusting his voice or his body to speak at the moment. That familiar pull in the pit of his stomach and the tightness in his balls was a dead giveaway for him but she wasn’t going for the silence.

“Open your mouth and use your fucking words, Isayah.” She spat softly, tightening her grip on his face and moving closer.

“Yeah, Fat, yeah,” he answered in a strained voice, “Fuuuuck!”

The grip on her hips tightened, unable to stop himself from cumming he groaned his eyes never leaving hers from the grip she had on his jaw. Even as he tried to even out his breathing and she felt the sticky and warm mess on her stomach and thighs through her bodycon dress, Moriah didn’t release him. She stared back at him, a small smirk on her face and kissed him.

“Damn,” she whistled softly as she brought her free hand up between them so they both could see some of his cum that she’d scooped off of herself. “Mmm … I guess he knows who he belongs to, too.” She pushed off of him as she let go of his jaw, making a show of sucking the mess off of her fingers then nodded towards the bathroom. “I think you need another shower, Isayah. Come on.” She winked at him before disappearing into their bathroom.

Still trying to collect his thoughts, Zilla took a few deep breaths then laughed to himself unable to believe what just happened and the fact that despite cumming less than a minute ago, his dick was hard once again.

“What the fuck did she do to me?” He asked, laughing again to himself.

“Zay, don’t make me come back out there! Let’s go!” She yelled from the bathroom, making him jump a little.

He stood from the bed, wiping his thighs and dick off with the towel then tossing it into their laundry basket. “I’m comin, Fat!”

Three houses down and Zilla didn't like a single one of them. First one, he knew Moriah wouldn't go for. Second one was too small. Third one, he wasn't going for. Tamara asked him to give her at least an hour to move things around and she would text him where to meet her. While she did that, he waited at Bronco’s place. The friends played the game together for a bit till Bronco paused the game to stare at his friend. Zilla was texting and smiling.

“Fuck you smilin so hard for?”

Zilla hummed out a momentary response while he responded to a text. “Oh uh nothin. Just textin Fat back.”

He raised a brow. “She musta sent you a nude the way you smilin.”

“Nah,” Zilla laughed, picking up his phone again, “I mean she did earlier but not right now.”

“So why you smilin so hard?”

“Cause we was just talkin about something.” He shrugged texting again. Bronco put his controller down to stare at his friend until he looked up and laughed. “Why you starin at me?”

“I'm waitin on ya ass to tell me what's up. As many questions as ya nosey ass ask me about me and Toni, you better start talkin.”

He laughed as he sent one last text before giving Bronco his full attention. “After we all went to dinner Tuesday, Fat was quiet as shit on the way home and ain’t say shit when we got there. I get out the shower she sittin at the foot of the bed rockin.”

“Rockin?” Bronco repeated.

“Yeah,” Zilla answered, demonstrating the action. “Like Beyonce when she be performin Resentment rockin.”

Bronco’s brows rose as he cussed under his breath.

“Right, so ion even get dressed, I just go sit next to her towel and all and grab her hand. Tell her that I’m listenin.” He paused to respond to texts feeling his phone vibrate back to back to back. “She took this long ass deep breath then said if Gia touch me again or if Gia talk to her again like they friends that she gon fuckin kill her. And then she started pacin and shit droppin f bombs.”

“Sis musta been pissed cause she don’t be cussin that hard like that. Damn, Gia crazy ass better watch it.”

Zilla ran his hand down his face remembering everything else, a slight grin on his face. “Facts. Doin all that after she went out her way to apologize to me and shit. But listen whole time she walkin back and forth in front of me, I’m tryin so hard to pay attention but I can’t.”

“Cause that shit was sexy, toxic ass.” Bronco laughed heartily.

Zilla shrugged, laughing along with him. “Hell yeah but like even more than usual cause I ain't ever seen her this pissed. So like I said I’m tryna pay attention but my shit hard as fuck and that dress she had on ain’t help cause she ain’t have shit under that muhfucker.”

Bronco continued laughing, telling him to go on.

“So then she ask if I’m listenin and I’m like yeah baby and the way her ass looked at me. I shoulda been scared as fuck but I wasn't. And she was like don’t be cute, gripped me up by my fucking jaw and made me look in her eyes while she gave me rules about what I’m posed to do if Gia touch me again or call me anything other than Zilla.”

Bronco was entertained but surprised. His brows still near his hairline he asked. “Sis jacked you up like that?”

Zilla gave him a straight face then laughed. “Hell yeah and that ain’t all. After each rule, she askin if I understand and she don’t notice my shit coming out the damn towel or that she rubbing against that shit a lil bit. And the last time she asked if I understood I knew I couldn’t say nothing cause I was tryin not to nut right then. I had already been tryna hold back groans and shit but she wasn’t havin that shit. She was like if i ever forget and need a reminder of who I belong to then come ask Big Mama, when I ain’t answer she used my own shit on me.”

“Daaaaaaamn.” Bronco barked with laughter now. “What she say?”

“She was like use your fucking words,” Zilla repeated with a shutter and a smile. “Man, I nutted right then. Shit was all on her dress. And her evil ass still ain’t let go of my face. Then told me I needed another shower, ain’t give me no choice just went to run the water. Been fuckin every chance we get since then.”

“Got damn. Guess that muhfucker work now,” Bronco joked.

Zilla flipped him off playfully. “Shit, I guess so cause she ain’t pissed or nothin no more. That shit with Nadine just ain’t botherin me as much no more.”

Bronco slapped hands with his brest friend, still laughing to himself. “I’m proud. Thought I was gon have to get you them lil blue pills or one of them juicers so you can make them juices I be seein on tiktok to get ya shit workin again.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Zilla laughed, “Hate yo ass but shit I’m glad I’m back to normal. Shit was scary as fuck.”

The friends let a comfortable silence fall between them, the music from their forgotten video game and the sound of Zilla’s phone vibrating the only sounds between them. Although Bronco didn’t voice his fears for his friend with him, he was worried about the long term effects of the issue on Zilla as well as his relationship with Moriah. He was glad Zilla had seemed to work through it,

“You ready for that appointment Thursday?”

“Yes and no,” he shrugged. “Yeah cause Dr. Barnes said we picked the real good one from the list he gave me. And no cause Fat scared as shit, she think she gon disappoint me and my family if they can’t help us.”

Bronco frowned at that. “You told her that shit?”

“Man, fuck no. You know I ain’t tell her no shit like that.”

“Oh,” he blew, visibly relaxing. “I was bout to beat yo ass. You gotta start addin shit like that to the end.”

Zilla stared at him for a moment. “I’m startin to think you Fat best friend and not mine. You be ready to take my fuckin head off when you think I did some shit. But when she bother me, you think that shit funny.”

Giving a loopsided grin, Bronco shrugged. “Ima girls guy. Gotta stand up for sis cause her hits hurt but they don’t hurt enough.”

Zilla mocked him, “Fuck you, mane. Anyway I told her to dead that thought, nobody was gonna be disappointed or mad. That we would figure it out.”

“Wanna know what I think?” Bronco asked softly after a moment.

“If it’s some more girls guy shit then fuck no,” Zilla chuckled.

“Nah,” he laughed a bit, “I think that y’all had too much bad happen to y’all for it not to work out for y’all. It might be hard or shit it might be easy but either way the big G gon make sure y’all get it all.” Bronco reached a large hand over to squeeze the back of Zilla’s neck seeing him lean his arms on his legs and his head drop. “Y’all got a lot of loss between y’all. Loss of time together, loss of your pops, loss of, let’s be honest here, her moms and loss of Angel. Ain’t no way that was all in vain. It’s gon work out.”

The two men talked a little longer until Tamara called Zilla with the address of where to meet her. On the way to the house, Zilla called Dr. Barnes' office to check the time for his appointment the morning of Moriah’s appointment. Dr. Barnes suggested the early morning time to be sure Zilla was in a good place beforehand, Zilla appreciated his extra care.

The neighborhood the house Tamara called him to was nice, it reminded Zilla of the neighborhood he had grown up in. There were kids running up and down the sidewalks and in yards playing, the adults looked friendly enough. When he pulled into the driveway behind Tamara’s rental, he could barely take his eyes off of the house.

“It’s nice, right?” She asked, seeing the smile on his face as he got out of the car.

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah … this ain’t like them other ones.”

Hooking her arm with his, she walked with him to the porch and opened the door, gesturing him to go in first.

“It’s not and you get the neighborhood feel but it's more than enough land that your neighbors aren’t all up on you. Let me give you a tour.”

Zilla facetimed Leata, wanting her along with him and to get her opinion. She oohed and awwed the whole way, he just quietly walked alongside Tamara taking everything in. They ended the tour back in the kitchen, his phone now propped up.

“Sooo thoughts? You’ve been quiet. If you don’t like it I can line something else up.”

Dr. Barnes started Zilla’s session a little early to make sure he wasn't late picking Moriah up. The older man could tell that Zilla was improving more and more as their sessions went on. But he knew they still had some more work to do.

“So you're not having issues in the bedroom anymore and you've patched things up with your cousin. Oh and you've got another best friend.” Dr. Barnes rattled off. “I get everything?”

Zilla nodded. “Yeah, that's everything.”

“We'll talk about the appointment today. Tell me what Zilla is thinking about it.”

He sat silently for a moment. His own thoughts about it hadn't crossed his mind, his focus had been solely on keeping Moriah positive about it and reassuring her.

“I guess I'm just worried about how Fat gon be afterwards if it doesn't go good.”

Dr. Barnes nodded, writing a few things down. “There's nothing wrong with being worried. But I wanna know your thoughts on the appointment that focus on you. That's just as important.”

Zilla grabbed the puffer ball out of the ball in front of him, tossing it up. Something Dr. Barnes recognized as a nervous tick.

“Ion know what to expect. If they tell us something we don't wanna hear,” his voice trailed off for a second and he stopped tossing the ball.

“You're nervous the issue is gonna resurface?”

Zilla huffed.”Yeah.”

Dr. Barnes sat his notebook aside to lean forward, he touched Zilla's knee.”This is not something I say often but that's a future you problem, Zilla. That's not something you need to carry with you going into this. Okay?”

Zilla nodded slowly.

“No matter the outcome of the appointment today, you and Moriah need to decompress and talk afterwards. I know that your family and Moriah's are going to be waiting to hear news but they can wait.” Dr. Barnes watched the young man pull gently at the elastic on the ball and scrunch his face to avoid crying. “The results are for the two of you to hold first then decide what to do with. And if you don't want to do anything right away, you don't have to. Alright?”

He flicked the few tears away. “Aight, Doc. You think it's gon go good?”

Dr. Barnes sat back taking a deep breath. “Truthfully, I don't know but I'm hopeful it will. Especially since she's young. But whatever the outcome, this won't be the end of the road for you two.”

“Preciate that.”

The doctor turned their conversation to his career to lighten the mood and get his mind off anything that wasn't positive.

Hassan and Leata called the couple on their way to the appointment, Hassan led them in a quick, loving prayer to calm their nerves. Zilla drove with one hand on the steering wheel, the other held Moriah’s. He brought it to his lips every so often to place a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Fat, listen to me. No matter what happens in there I love you and we still us. Aight?”

Moriah looked at the building in front of them for a moment then at Zilla. “Okay, Zay. I'm just scared.”

“Its aight to be scared. I'm scared too.”

He kissed her head then cut the engine.

Getting inside, he sat beside her watching her fill out her paperwork after she checked in. Something was telling him to take pictures to document everything so he did. There was a fifteen minute wait between the her turning the paperwork back into the desk and getting called back. The nurse gave her a gown to change into then stepped out to give her privacy.

“Zay, close your eyes.”

He frowned. “Why? I've seen you naked before.”

Moriah rolled her eyes. “Because I know you. Close them.”

“Fat, ion know what you tryna hide but I've seen it all. Up, close and personal.”

“You're gonna try and touch me.”

Zilla laughed, folding his arms across his chest. “I wasn't even gon do that. Shit, I was lookin’ at my phone before you told me to close my eyes. You must want me to touch you.”

“Isayah,” She called out laughing, “Just close your eyes please.”

With a dramatic huff, Zilla tilted his head back and closed his eyes. She waited until she was sure he wasn't looking and quickly changed her clothes. She put her nearly folded clothes in the chair beside her boyfriend then sat on the exam table.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

She giggled. “Go head.”

He peeked out of one eye first then opened both. Her clothes got his attention, as soon as he went to lift her shirt she cleared her throat.

“Zay, leave my clothes.”

He laughed. “I'm just lookin’, Fat. I can't look?”

“No you can't. Don't be weird.”

“Oooh so this why you wanted me to look away?” He lifted his hand, letting her thong hang from his finger. “This new?”

Laughing, Moriah tried to reach for it. “Isayah, put it back. Right now.”

“Eeh ima hold on to it. Safe keepin’ and all that.”

Moriah watched him stuff it in his pocket, trying to contain her giggles. “I'm gonna need it back.”

“For what?”

“I can't walk outta here with no underwear on.”

“Don't act like you ain't ever did that shit before. And who gon know beside me?”

She shook her head, unable to respond because of the doctor walking in.

Dr. Andrews walked in with a bright smile on her face. Her brown skin radiated under the fluorescent lights, she brought good energy into the room with her. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, showcasing her large hoop earrings. She wore an olive green button up and black slacks under her white coat.

She had aged gracefully, Moriah figured she was probably around her parents age though.

“Good morning. I'm Dr. Andrews.” She announced, shaking their hands. “Moriah DeBreaux and this is boyfriend. Isayah, right?”

“Yes ma'am.” He said smoothly. He was trying to hide his nerves so he wouldn't startle Moriah.

She grabbed her stool pulling it in front of Moriah. “It's okay to be nervous but I promise you are in good hands with me. Would you prefer Moriah or Ms. DeBreaux?”

“Moriah is fine.” She answered softly.

“Moriah it is. You and I are about to get very acquainted with each other so let me tell you a little about myself. I've been practicing medicine for over 20 years and I've been in women's health and fertility for 15 of those 20 something years.” She explained looking between the couple. “I've helped hundreds of women reverse having their tubes tied and helped them with fertility issues if they had them. I'm not promising you anything but I'm good at what I do. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm an open book.”

Zilla sat quietly letting Moriah control the visit. This was her time, he was there to support her. He took a few pictures of the two women.

Moriah shrugged. “I don't really think I have any questions right now.”

Dr. Andrews smiled. “That's okay. If you ever think of any, please ask. So tell me a little bit about why we're here today. You feel comfortable telling me in front of Isayah?”

She nodded. “Yes ma'am. He knows everything. Um, my mom made me have an abortion when I was 15 and I think about a year later my tubes tied. And we just … we wanna see if it's possible to undo it.”

The doctor's smile faltered a little bit. “I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine what that felt like as a child having that done. And thank you for sharing.”

Moriah nodded, swiping a tear away.

“Between then and now, has there been any pregnancy scares at all? That you can remember?”

“No. Um him and I had only started back being sexually active like,” her voice trailed off to think.

“3 years ago,” Zilla spoke up.

Moriah laughed a little. “Thank you. I couldn't remember.”

He eyed her a little bit but nodded anyway.

“So nothing in the last few years. That's not a bad thing, don't panic.” Dr. Andrews grabbed Moriah's file and looked through it for a second. “I see there's a long list of concerns and things you wanted to share. Tell me about them.”

Moriah thought, trying to remember. She had just glanced at the list to copy it to her forms and couldn't remember. Zilla gave her a couple minutes before taking over.

“For one her memory had been shit the last month. She's always had a good memory.”

“How had are we talking?” Dr. Andrews asked as she turned to him.

“She forgets her water cup at work, forgot where she left her keys, details from shit she recently did and the other day she completely forgot where she parked when she got off work.” Zilla explained.

Dr. Andrews whistled. “And how often would you say she has memory lapses?”

He thought for a second. “Honestly at least twice a day.”

She wrote a few things down then turned to Moriah. “Tell me about your headaches?”

“Ummm they last anywhere from like 30 minutes to 3 hours. I can still function with them but it's bothersome.”

“And what helps it?”

“Tylenol or sometimes just water.” She shrugged.

“Okay,” Dr. Andrews responded with her head down writing, “The vomiting. Are you having nausea as well or is it just vomiting?”

Moriah hummed. “Both mostly.”

Dr. Andrews nodded and put her file back on the counter. “I have a few thoughts but I'll share those when the nurse brings your test results in a few minutes. In the meantime I'd like to go ahead and do your exam. Are you comfortable with that? Would you like Isayah to step out?”

She laughed a little bit and laid back on the exam bed. “That's fine. He can stay, he's seen it all anyway.”

“I don't doubt it but I like to ask,” Dr. Andrews joked. “Isayah, are you comfortable with staying?”

He nodded. “Yes ma'am as long as you don't hurt her.”

After the exam Dr. Andrews stepped out to check on the test results. She assured them that everything was okay, she would go over everything when she returned.

Zilla took the chance to go over and check on his girlfriend. She'd been unusually quiet.

“What's on your mind, Fat? Did it hurt?” He asked, kissing her forehead.

“It didn't hurt. Just thinking about what she gonna say when she comes back. Especially with the samples she took outta me.” Moriah spoke softer than usual. “She wouldn't even let me see what she took. Rude.”

He laughed. “Cause you don't need to see it, big baby. Everything gon be aight, Fat. Don't even worry.”

His words washed over her making her feel a little better but there was still that voice in the back of her head saying something would go wrong.

“No matter what happens, I love you and I'm not goin nowhere. Aight?”

“Aight,” She giggled.

Dr. Andrews re-entered the room pushing an ecograph in with her. She gave them a brief smile before setting everything up. Moriah and Zilla looked at each other then at the doctor. Moriah held his hand tight when he tried to return to his seat.

“Okay,” the doctor called out with a laugh once the machine was set up, “I have results and I have news. We ready?”

The couple nodded, still slightly confused.

“Okay, you're blood test came back and your hCG levels are high. Had them run it again and they were still high, that's what took so long. But you said you were expecting your cycle in your paperwork so I didn't think much of it.”

“hCG is what?” Zilla asked

“It helps thicken the uterine lining and basically tells the body to stop menstruating.” Moriah explained softly.

“Right,” Dr. Andrews nodded, “And your list of concerns were concerning to me because someone your age that doesn't have GERD, ulcers or high blood pressure should be experiencing this, which is why I did the exam earlier than I planned. Did you feel me take something out of you, Moriah?”

Moriah nodded. “Yeah. I assumed it was the normal samples.”

The doctor shook her head as she pulled a clear, plastic hat from her coat pocket. She passed it to Moriah allowing the couple to look at it. Zilla frowned, not understanding what he was looking at.

“Know what that is, Moriah?”

“Yeah um,” she cleared her throat, “A IUD. Where did that come from?”

Dr. Andrews' smile widened. “A copper IUD to be specific. It came out of you, dear. Your tubes were never tied. You had an IUD placed.”

Moriah frowned at the revelation. “Um … no that can't be. All my paperwork said that. So do my files. I don't get it.”

“Yes your files say that but that wasn't true. You kept the same primary provider until you moved here, right?

“Yes ma'am.”

She nodded. “Although it's technically malpractice and fraud, your provider never went through with tubal litigation even though that's what it's marked as. The copper IUD lasts 10 years and you said you had your procedure when you were 16, right?”

“Yes ma'am.”

Zilla looked back and forth between the two women and the jar completely speechless.

“And you are about a few weeks away from your 26th birthday.” Dr. Andrews gently helped her lie back in the bed then brought the ecograph closer. She adjusted the privacy sheet then lifted her gown and put gel on her lower abdomen. “So you've not only completed the 10 year cycle and Isayah managed to knock it out of place bit by bit. I ran another test to confirm my suspicion.”

Dr. Andrews gently ran the probe over her abdomen. She turned the machine a bit so they could see and turned a few knobs. A thumping heartbeat filled the room bringing tears to the couples eyes.

“Wait … what's happening?” Moriah asked as her tears fell.

Zilla cleared his throat to stop the sob that was trying to escape. He smiled a little, focusing his eyes on the screen of the machine.

“I ran a pregnancy test. So the forgetfulness, the headaches, the nausea and everything else is courtesy of this little one here.” Dr. Andrews smiled at their reaction. “Your primary provider back home did an amazing thing for you. You don't need me after all.”

Zilla couldn't contain his tears anymore, he leaned down to embrace and kiss Moriah through her own tears. The doctor even found herself tearing up. It was always special when couples were able to conceive but this time was different.

“I'm really pregnant? Moriah asked through her sobs after Zilla pulled away.

“Yes ma'am. From baby's measurements you're about 11 weeks. I'd say conception was around the 4th of July.”

Zilla smirked remembering the exact night he got her pregnant. It was after The Great American Bash pay per view. She showed him just how much she enjoyed the match he put on. Neither one of them got any sleep that night.

“That sound about right.” He joked.

“Shut up, Isayah.” Moriah glared at him and laughed. She knew what he was thinking because she was thinning the same thing. “What's the due date?”

“You'll have to check with your PCP to confirm but I'd say March 28th.”

Zilla immediately cussed under his breath as more tears fell. Moriah reached out to grab his hand knowing what that meant to him, to her and to his family. It warmed the doctor's heart to see such joy.

“Let's get a few more looks and then I'll print sonogram for you. Please follow up with your PCP, Moriah.”

“Thank you, I will I promise.”

Once Dr. Andrews left them and Moriah was dressed in her own clothes again sans her thong, Zilla picked her up on a hug. They squeezed each other tight, not wanting to let go.

“I luh you, Fat. I swea’ I do.” He whispered in her ear.

She laughed a little through her tears. “I know. I love you more.”

For the last time, Dr. Andrews stepped back in with the promised sonograms and a copy of the positive pregnancy test. She congratulated them again. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she allowed Moriah to keep the hat with IUD since according to the files she never actually had one. Keeping it sounded like a better idea than throwing it away. A reminder of how blessed they are.

As soon as they got outside, Zilla picked her up again and spun them around. He kissed her face repeatedly before sitting her down.

“Say, mane, you really bout to have my baby! My baby having my baby!” He yelled out excitedly. “Hell yeah, baby!”

Moriah giggled watching him, her hands going instinctively to her slightly swollen belly. A few hours ago she just thought she was bloated but now she knew better. A baby was in there. Their baby.

Zilla grabbed her face and kissed her lips repeatedly until she pulled away. He couldn't contain his happiness.

“Fuck, I can't believe it! I can't lie, this make me wanna marry yo ass right na!” He laughed.

“Absolutely not,” she shot back thrice her giggles. “I'm not about to be pregnant as hell at my wedding.”

He pulled her into another hug then got down on one knee to kiss her stomach. “Aye, ion know if you a lil Zilla or a lil Fat but what I do know is Daddy gon take real good care of you and Daddy love you and your mama.”

Moriah rubbed the top of his head as she teared up again. “We love Daddy too.”

“Man we bout to get a flight outta here tonight!”

“Where we going, babe? I have to work and so do you.”

He kissed her stomach once more before he stood back up. “Home to Texas to tell everybody. I'm not tryna wait.”

“Zay,” she giggled and grabbed his face, “Baby, I still have to go to my own doctor and everything. We gotta check and see if Daddy and Tamara can come to Texas too. Slow down.”

“My bad, baby. I just want everybody to know.”

She kissed him. “So do I but patience. I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Since you wanna tell somebody so bad how about we go find gifts for Toni and Bronco and invite them over for lunch and tell them? That way it'll satisfy your need to tell for now. Yes?”

He nodded, his grin reappearing. “Yes ma'am, Fat.”

The couple rested their forehead against each other taking in the moment. They didn't care about anyone else walking by.

“Ima take care of y'all, aight? Zilla got you and baby Zilla or baby Fat.”

Driptaro shrugged and gyutaro sighed, he got up and went to cook some food, hot dogs, and eggs..his favorite? Driptaro got up a couple of minutes later and went over to gyu, he was slightly taller than him. He was close behind him and had rested his hand on his hip, “I know what we can do gyu..” driptaro had gently pulled gyutaros hips into him. Gyutaro stepped out of his grip, “what is your problem dude!?” he was very defensive but he felt his baggy pants get a little bit tighter, “cmon man there's nothing wrong with a little fun, right?” he stepped closer and managed to get him pinned against the counter. Gyutaro didn't say anything but his eyes frantically looked into Driptaro’s. Driptaro's hand found its way onto gyu’s neck, and he squeezed it to tease him. Gyutaro didn't respond but only pulled driptaro into a rough kiss, driptaro quickly took over though. He pushed him farther into the counter and pushed his tongue into gyutaros mouth, gyutaro had moaned at just that. Driptaro explored his mouth and pulled away shortly after to breathe. Driptaro put his hands on gyutaros waist and puts him over his shoulder, he takes him to the couch and pins him down on it. Gyutaro was painfully hard but didn't say anything, driptaro ripped gyutaros pants in anticipation, and he flips gyutaro over and lowers his pants. Gyutaro holds onto a pillow and arches his back on impact. He wasn't prepared but driptaro thrusted into him full force. Gyu let out a yelp into his pillow, which only made driptaro start to pound into him. Driptaro wasn't even going that fast and gyutaro already was a mess, driptaro touched him internally better than anyone that would try, he slid through his gummy walls and eventually started to thrust into his prostate. Gyutaro moaned and whimpered into his pillow. “You fucking love this, huh?” driptaro lowly whispers and speeds up his pace, gyutaro nods in response. Gyutaro was almost screaming into his pillow, it felt so good. Driptaro could feel gyu tightening around him. Gyutaros whimpers and moans had gotten quite loud, he had came. This only made driptaro readjust and slam into him as hard as humanly possible. Gyutaro was crawling away and getting very squirmy, “I ain’t done with you yet gyu.” driptaro chuckled before going even faster, he pulled gyutaros hair roughly by the little bun. He pulled his head back and he whimpered. “You wanted this didn't you?” driptaro asked him firmly before grabbing his chin and holding his head up, he stuck his fingers in his mouth. Gyutaro mumbled but not enough to be heard, driptaro hit his plush gray skin. His ass turned a little red, “answer me.” driptaro demanded and stuck his fingers down his throat, he gagged on them. “Yes..! I do..” he whined and held onto Driptaro's wrist. Driptaro kept his fingers in his mouth and kept fucking gyutaro roughly, gyutaro came again and started to quiver. Driptaro had released a load into him already but hadn't stopped, his thrusts got sloppy as he felt his climax building. Gyutaros whimpers and begs sending him over the edge and he released inside of him once more. His hips bucked hard but he slowed down, he pulled his fingers out of gyutaros mouth and pulled out. They both were a sweaty heavy breathing mess, driptaro didn't bother doing anything besides cuddling after, he picked up gyutaro and laid on the couch and laid him on top. He wrapped his arms around the tired green hair and rested.