The 3 C's of Life:
Choices, Chances, Changes
You must make a Choice
to take a Chance
or your life will never
~ Author Unknown



Von…she’s pregnant.

Yvonne looked at him in confusion. “Terri’s…pregnant? Okay. And? Why is she telling you?”

RaShaun stared at her, unable to bring himself to utter the words that would destroy her and destroy the fragile start they’d made, but Yvonne quickly figured it out. Understanding dawned on her face like the sun greeting a new day.

“Wait a minute. Don’t tell me. That grimy witch is saying you’re the father?”

RaShaun nodded. “Yeah.”

“No wonder you’re so ticked off. You should’ve let me kick her lying, scheming ass. She must really be desperate.”


“I cant believe her! If she is pregnant, she probably doesn’t even know who the father is.”


“I hope you made her feel like the idiot she is. How in the hell could she be pregnant by you? I mean, yes, I know you... slept with her…” Yvonne managed to get the words out without choking. “But you used protection. She must have forgotten about that.”


She looked at him quizzically. When he just stared at her, Yvonne frowned. “RaShaun?”

But instead of answering her unspoken question, he took slow steps that brought him closer to her.

Yvonne retreated and held her hands out to stop him from coming any further as a thought entered her head. “You did use protection…didn’t you?”


“Didn’t you?” she repeated. “Tell me you used a condom, RaShaun!”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh my God.” Suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, Yvonne covered her mouth before continuing in a horrified whisper. “Oh my God! RaShaun, please tell me you used a condom.”

RaShaun opened his mouth to speak, but ended up just shaking his head. There was really nothing he could say.

His admission hit Yvonne like a nuclear bomb. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her, leaving her weak, dazed, and faint. This time, she couldn’t hold the nausea back. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom, praying she could make it in time. She did, but only barely. Standing over the commode, she placed one hand on the wall and held on as the contents of her stomach came churning up.

Wetting a towel, Shaun stood behind her, holding her up until she finally pushed him away and leaned on the vanity for support. Snatching the towel out of his hand, she kept her eyes closed and wiped her face. She didn’t even want to look at him right now. Turning around, she walked out the bathroom.


“How do you know its yours?” She whirled around, glaring at him. “Are you even sure she’s pregnant?”

“She had a letter from her doctor with the results of a pregnancy test. She…she’s going to call the doctor Monday and let me speak to her to confirm it. We’ll be able to do a paternity test in a couple of months.”

“A couple of months! Oh my God, this cannot be happening,” she said to herself.

RaShaun continued, speaking as if he had to force himself to tell her the rest. “Yvonne, I know her. She wouldn’t volunteer to take a test like that unless she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the baby was mine.”

Yvonne literally doubled over in pain as he said those words. She grabbed her stomach as gut-wrenching sobs tore out of her mouth. Over and over again, she kept hearing the deliberately taunting words in her ear: RaShaun is having a baby with Terri. RaShaun is having a baby with Terri.

“Baby, please don’t.” RaShaun tried to put his arms around her, but she spun away from him as if he had a contagious disease.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare touch me!”


Yelling like an animal in pain, she ran up to him and slapped him as hard as she could, then slapped him again. When she went for a third time, he ducked his head out of the way, which only goaded her into beating her fists against his chest in pure fury. 

Trapping her arms to her side, RaShaun  grabbed her. Hugging her tightly against his body, he let her kick and scream until she stopped struggling and collapsed in his arms from sheer exhaustion. They sank to the floor, RaShaun rocking her until her sobs quieted and her trembling ceased.

After a while, Yvonne stirred in his arms and pulled away. She stood up without looking at him and walked away to her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her, telling him without words not to follow.


Unlocking the door to her townhouse, Terri burst inside and slammed it behind her as hard as she could and she let out a loud, shrill scream.

“Ughhhhh!! I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER!” she yelled, slinging her purse across the room.

Picturing Yvonne, hair slightly ruffled, walking barefoot into the foyer wearing nothing but RaShaun’s shirt made her throw her head back and scream again. She just didn’t understand what he saw in that disloyal, cheating…skank!

She would’ve had to be blind not to know see that Yvonne and Rah had just finished screwing their brains out. Yvonne had worn that sleepy, but satisfied, just been thoroughly fucked expression. Terri could practically smell him on her.

Picking up a nearby crystal vase, she threw it across the room so that it smashed against the opposite wall. The act made her feel better, so she picked up another one and did it again. Breathing hard, she stared at the pieces of broken crystal scattered on the dark floor. Too bad the wall wasn't Yvonne.

Closing her eyes, she slowly inhaled and exhaled several times. She had to calm down. Getting upset wasn’t good for the baby. She had to remember, nothing else matter but that right now. Terri placed a hand on her still flat stomach. If anything happened to the child she was carrying, she could kiss any chance of being with Rah goodbye.

“Calm down, Terri. Just calm down,” she told herself in a soothing voice. “Everything is working out, just as planned.”

Once she felt the pressure in her temple start to subside and the tension in her body wan, she allowed herself to review the scene that had just taken place at RaShaun’s house. He’d been shocked, and yes angry, but she knew Rah. Once everything sank in and he got used to the idea of being a father, he would come around. Family was too important to him. He would definitely be a hands on dad…which meant the two of them would be spending a lot of time together. She just had to be patient, not push like she did the last time they saw one another. She had the advantage. The rest would take care of itself.

But just in case it didn’t…

Terri glanced down at her watch. What was taking so long? She’d made the phone call on the way home, almost as soon as she’d left Rah’s house. Terri let out an irritated sigh. Why were the people in her life letting her down? Did she have to do everything? She was just getting ready to call again when her doorbell rang.

“Well, it’s about time,” she huffed hurrying to the door and sweeping it open. Seeing Brandon Valentine standing on her doorstep only served to heighten her ire.

“I expected to you to be here waiting on me when I drove up. What took you so long?”

Brandon stared at her for several long moments before pushing past her without a word and stepping into her home. “What’s so important that you had to see me in person and couldn’t tell me over the phone?”

“Where have you been? I left ten messages.”

“I’m here now, alright? What do you want, Terri?”

“What do I want? I want you to do your job, Brandon."

He stopped and stared at her as a slow fire blazed in his eyes. “My job?”

“Yes, your job! When we first met, I was honest with you. I told you that Rah was my first love and I wanted him back. You promised me you could seduce that little bitch and keep her away from him! Here it is, months later, and you haven’t done it!”

Brandon continued to glare at her for several moments before his eyes slid away. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. You made it seem like Yvonne was some airhead who would jump on the first dick that swung her way.”

“Well, she practically did, didn’t she?"


"Jesus, Terri, you're so fuckin' dramatic."


"I'm telling the truth. All you had to do was keep on her but–”

“Look, don’t you think I tried. Yeah, she slipped up a little at first, but bottom line, she wasn’t interested. She’s in love with that asshole of a boyfriend that you’re so infatuated with.”

As if mentioning RaShaun stirred up unpleasant memories, Brandon brought a hand up to massage his neck. Even though the bruises had faded and he could finally turn his head without wincing, he still remembered the feeling well. “I thought you said he was some nerdy banker? You didn’t tell me he was also one crazy son of a bitch.”

“I never said he was nerdy and it’s your own fault for underestimating him. You weren’t supposed to antagonize him to the point that he tried to kill you. Twice,” Terri added with an evil twist of her lips.

Brandon sneered. “You know what? Screw you. I’m outta here.”

He started towards the door, but Terri jumped in front of him to stop him. “Brandon, wait. I need your help.”

“Nah, you’re on your own, babygirl. I ain’t got time for this mess. I never should’ve let you talk me into it to begin with.”

“But things should be easier now. I have leverage.”

Brandon eyed her suspiciously. “What kind of leverage?”

Terri placed her hand on her stomach. “The kind that’s going to guarantee me at least the next eighteen years in RaShaun’s life.”

Brandon took a step back. His eyes fell to her stomach. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. Now do you see why it should be easier for you to get Yvonne to–”

“How far along?”

Terri blinked. “What?” she asked impatiently.

“How far along are you? How many months?”

“Not far. Only about a month, but–”

“A month as in around the first time we slept together, Terri?”

Her mouth snapped shut. “It’s not yours.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know who I’m pregnant by, Brandon, that’s how,” Terri snapped. “You and I used protection. RaShaun and I didn’t.”

“The condom broke,” he said fiercely through his teeth. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember that.”

“And you pulled out the second it did,” Terri countered. “This baby is not yours.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know. You know what, never mind, Brandon. Just go. I'll just handle things myself.” Terri whirled around and started pacing in agitation. “I don’t need this from you right now.”


“Go! Get out! Now!” she screamed, glaring coldly at him.

It was obvious Brandon was reluctant to leave, but muttering under his breath he stalked to the door and yanked it open. However, before he walked out, he turned to her and fired one more parting shot.

“I don’t think you’re as sure of who the father of this baby is as you want me to believe.”

“Please,” Terri scoffed. “Of course I'm sure. It's not as if you have the qualities to be any child’s father.”

“Oh yeah? Well tell ya’ what.” He pointed to her stomach. “If that baby turns out to be mine I don’t give a damn what qualities you think I got or don’t got. I plan on being a part of its life. Just so you know.”

The condescending smirk slipped from Terri’s face at the surprising hint of steel in his voice that she’d never heard before. They locked eyes for several more moments before he slammed out the door. 


Once he was gone, Terri felt her stress level escalate again. She suddenly realized that she needed to add one more problem to her ever growing shitlist.  And his name was Brandon Valentine.


RaShaun slowly got up and went to sit on the couch. Picturing the devastation on Yvonne’s face, he rested his elbows on his knees and dropped his head in his hands. He’d screwed up. Royally. She had every right to hate him for what he’d done. Hell, he hated himself. They’d worked through so much already. How could he expect Yvonne to forgive him for this?

He got his answer ten minutes later when he heard her coming from their bedroom. He stood up, noting that she’d put on clothes and had her purse on her shoulder.


She kept walking without acknowledging he’d spoken.

“Yvonne.” He took long steps and moved in front of her, blocking her way just before she got to the door. “Babe, we need to talk about this.”

Yvonne looked up at him through squinted eyes. “Talk about this? What else is there to say? You fucked that bitch raw, and now she’s pregnant with your ‘break baby’. That just about covers everything, don’t you think?”

RaShaun winced at her bluntness.

“Please move out of my way.” When he just stood there, she screamed, “Move!”

The seconds ticked by as RaShaun stared at her before reluctantly moving to the side. She was halfway to the door when he said, “So everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve overcome to get to this point, means nothing? Those words you told me earlier, about trusting in our love, trusting in us…those were just empty sentiments? What happened to fighting for us, Yvonne? The same way I put everything aside and made up my mind to fight for us you can't do it again one last time?”

Yvonne’s hand had just touched the doorknob, but hearing his questions that he belatedly realized sounded more like  accusations, she swung around and walked back to him with her face clouded in anger.

“Don’t. You. Dare! Don’t you dare compare what I did to this!”

“That’s not what I was–”

“You implied it! Yes, I made a mistake, but my mistake is not going to follow us for the rest of our lives!”

RaShaun finally snapped. His anger at himself and the situation was swiftly directed toward her. “What do you want me to do, Yvonne? Huh? Tell me what the fuck you want me to do!”

Yvonne folded her arms and looked away, but RaShaun wouldn’t let her blow off his question.

“No! Answer me! If this is my…my child…do you want me to just ignore it?”

The hurt she felt at him referencing the child as his showed in her eyes. She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and turned her back around to face him.

“No, tell me. I wanna know. If this child turns out to be mine, should I just send a check every month and forget he or she even exists? Be a father on paper only?” His eyes pleaded for at least an ounce of understanding. “You know the type of man I am, baby. You know that ain’t me.”

Yvonne jerked her arm away. “You want me to tell you what to do? Do you really, RaShaun? Fine! I’ll tell you! Tell her to get rid of it! That’s what you fucking do!”

Yvonne gasped as soon as the words shot out of. Looking shocked at what she’d said, she covered her mouth and stared at RaShaun.

The silence that came over the room was deafening. RaShaun stepped back and looked at her as if he didn’t recognize the person standing before him.

“You really mean that?” he asked quietly.

She shook her head. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she whispered. Yvonne dropped her purse and covered her face with her hands and began to cry. “Of course I didn’t mean it.”

RaShaun hesitated then pulled her to him. He kissed her hair, and brought his lips to her eyes to kiss the tears away. He kissed her cheeks and moved to her lips, gently soothing her hurt.

“I’m so sorry for this, baby,” he told her. “I love you so much. I’m not letting you go. I can’t. I promise everything will be okay. I’ll make this right. I promise you.”

Yvonne nodded as silent tears continued to run down her face. When RaShaun scooped her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest while he carried her back to the bedroom and removed all their clothes. Once they were in bed and covered with the sheets, he pulled her to him and just held her in his arms. Whispering to her in a soft voice, he reassured her of his love, asking her not to leave him, begging her to stay, and again promising he’d take care of everything.

Finally she fell into an exhausted sleep, her head nestled trustingly on his shoulder. RaShaun lay staring at the ceiling, wishing the last few hours had been a night he’d soon awake from. However, the ache he felt in his chest told him that it was very much a reality– and things would get much worse before they got better.


Early the next morning, RaShaun sat in the chair watching Yvonne sleep. He had on a pair of jeans and a shirt that he’d left unbuttoned. He hadn’t slept at all. His thoughts wouldn’t let him. They’d kept him up all night, taunting him, telling him he’d ruined any chance that he had of building a life with Yvonne.

Trust was important. It was the glue that held everything together, allowed the two people in the relationship to feel safe and secure and emotionally vulnerable because they knew no matter what, the other person would be there to see them through difficult times. But now…

His attention was suddenly caught by Yvonne stirring in bed slowly coming out of the deep sleep she’d been in. She turned her head and smiled at him when she spotted him in the chair. RaShaun knew the exact moment she remembered everything from last night because her grey eyes became overcast. Sad. Haunted.


However, the next instant a firm resolve seemed to settle over her face. She she took a deep breath, and smiled at him again, albeit tentatively.

RaShaun returned her smile…and waited.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” he replied just as softly.

She lifted her hand to move the hair out of her eye, then froze. Gasping, she held her left hand out in front of her and saw the ring she’d come across in his drawer that day. She glanced at RaShaun and then back to the ring.

Shaun continued to sit quietly…and wait.

Yvonne pushed herself up to a sitting position. She held her hand up, admiring the ring’s beauty and watching it sparkle. Finally looking in his direction, she answered his unspoken question.



That next day was Sunday. RaShaun and Yvonne decided to have a lazy, relaxing morning in bed. RaShaun fixed brunch and brought it to Yvonne with a single red rose in the vase. They fed each other, talked about things they needed to do this week, intentionally avoiding the elephant in the room named Terri.

They had talked about it in length yesterday, each discussing their feelings about the situation. Yvonne had gone through a vast range of emotions since Friday night when Terri had come to their home and told RaShaun about the pregnancy. One moment she felt strong enough to face anything that came their way. The next, she found herself angry with RaShaun for being so irresponsible.

RaShaun understood her anger as well as her fears. If he actually was the father, Terri would try to make their life a living hell. RaShaun promised himself and Yvonne that he wouldn’t let that happened. His main concern right now was protecting Yvonne from all of this as much as he could.

He knew Terri felt she had the upper hand; he could tell by her smug attitude last night. If the test proved him to be the baby’s father, the two of them would get things straight from the very beginning. RaShaun planned to contact his lawyer immediately to begin laying the groundwork for joint custody.

He looked at Yvonne’s plate and saw that she’d eaten just about all of her food. “Finished?”

“Mmhm. Thank you, it was delicious.”

After leaning over to giver her a quick kiss, RaShaun took their tray to the kitchen, leaving the glasses of mimosa that neither had finished yet. When he came back, he climbed in bed beside Yvonne and lay with his hands folded behind his head watching her admire her ring. He smiled when she turned her hand this way and that way so that the diamonds twinkled beneath the light.

“Did I tell you how much I love my ring?”

RaShaun’s mouth twitched. She had barely taken her eyes off of it since he’d slipped it on her finger. “You may have mentioned it a time or two.”

Yvonne caught on to his amusement and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “You’re trying to be funny, aren’t you?”

Laughing, they lay in bed, enjoying the silence and just enjoying each other. Suddenly Yvonne leaned up and her elbow and stared down at RaShaun with a mystifying smile on her face. RaShaun raised his eyebrows and waited for her to tell him what was on her mind, but she just continued to gaze at him in silence.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What?”

Yvonne bit her lip, still smiling. RaShaun laughed. She was so damned cute. “What are you up to?”

“Well. I was thinking…”

“Okay. You were thinking…” RaShaun gestured his hand for her to get on with it.

“I was thinking…lets get married.” She looked at him with eyes that shined with excitement.

“I thought that’s what we were going to do. That’s usually what happens when a woman is wearing an engagement ring,” he teased.

Yvonne shook her head. “No, I mean lets get married now.”

RaShaun frowned, puzzled by where the conversation was headed. “What do you mean ‘now’?”

“Now! Next week! I don’t want to wait, Shaun. I’m ready to be your wife now.” She crawled on top of him and stretched out, looking into his eyes.

RaShaun still wore the same expression. “Don’t you want a big wedding, your friends to be there?”

Yvonne shook her head before he even finished. “All I need is you. I don’t need a big ceremony and everything that goes along with it.”

He lay there staring at her, excited at the prospect of just doing it. That’s what he would’ve chosen anyway, but he didn’t want to deprive her a large wedding. He thought every woman wanted a big wedding. Then his excitement ebbed away, and the smile fell from his face.

Seeing this, hers did too. “Shaun, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

RaShaun hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait for the results of the paternity test? I don’t want you to rush into this, and then regret it if …you know.”

Yvonne’s eyes softened as she leaned down to kiss him on the lips. “You know what, things could be worse than a child coming into the world that’s part of you. I love you, Shaun. As long as we stand together and draw strength from each other, everything will be okay.”

RaShaun brought a hand up and softly caressed her face. “Are you sure?”

Yvonne nodded, grinning down at him.

He exhaled in relief and brought his lips up to hers, telling her without words how much he loved her. Lowering his head back to the pillow, he gazed up into her eyes.

“Make the arrangements.”


Monday morning, RaShaun was in his office on the phone with Terri and her physician, a Dr. Jenny Wong. He had left instructions with his secretary that he was not to be disturbed.

Terri’s doctor confirmed that yes, she was indeed pregnant. Terri had already told her they would need a paternity test as soon as it became safe to do so. The doctor went over the procedure with RaShaun and what would be involved to prove paternity.

“How accurate is this test?” RaShaun asked Dr. Wong.

“Extremely. 99.9%,” the doctor answered crisply.

RaShaun nodded in satisfaction. “Good. No offense, but I’d like the test to be done at an independent clinic. I’m not saying that you would do anything unethical. However, Terri…that’s a different story.”

Dr. Wong grew quiet, not quite knowing how to respond.

Terri gasped in indignation. “Whatever, RaShaun. Believe me, I have nothing to hide. And I expect an apology when the tests reveal you’re the father of this baby.”

“That’ll be a cold day in hell. Dr. Wong, if there’s nothing else…”

“Uh…no. That’s, er, that’s all,” Dr. Wong stuttered.

“Fine. I appreciate your professionalism. Have a good day.” RaShaun was ready to hang up, but Terri stopped him.

“Wait! We need to talk, Rah.”

“We don’t have a damn thing to talk about until its time to take the test. Until then, do not, and I repeat, do not call me. Do you understand?”

He slammed the phone down without waiting for a response. He refused to be a puppet that jumped every time she pulled a string. It was time that she realized that, starting now.


A week later, RaShaun opened the door of the honeymoon suite and carried his bride over the threshold. Yvonne had laughed from happiness when he’d carried her through the lobby of the hotel, much to the delight everyone there. They walked towards the elevators amidst a smattering of congratulatory applause for the attractive newlyweds.

Wearing a white strapless, knee length silk dress, Yvonne’s face wore an expression of pride and adoration. RaShaun was the epitome of the dashing groom in his dark gray tailored suit, snow white dress shirt, and engraved cuff links she’d bought him as a wedding present. They had gone to city hall and gotten married in a simple, but emotional ceremony attended by a handful of their friends, Tara, her maid of honor, and Quincy, Shaun’s best man.

Once they had been pronounced man and wife, Yvonne had tried not to cry too much so she wouldn’t ruin her make up. RaShaun’s huge smile had dominated his face. He’d whisked Yvonne up and swung her around before planting a hot, steamy kiss on her out that had the elderly justice of the peace blushing and clearing his throat.

RaShaun and Yvonne kissed and laughed all the way from the elevator until he carried her over the threshold, kicking the door closed with his foot.

Yvonne looked around the suite. “Oh, baby, this is sooo beautiful.”

RaShaun set her down and watched her look around the suite, taking in the expensive champagne and fruit and cheese tray that had been brought up right before their arrival.

He pulled his tie off and threw it on the chair. “Yes. Very beautiful.” Staring at his wife, he said her name just for the hell of it. “Mrs. Patterson. I like that.”

“I love it. And I love you, Mr. Patterson.” They stared at each other, the love between them almost tangible.

RaShaun started unbuttoning his shirt and slowly walking towards her. “So. We’re legal now. I guess that means I can tear that ass whenever the mood hits me, right?” He pulled his shirt off and threw it behind him.

Yvonne’s eyes moved to his chest, loving the way he looked. This man, her husband. So very sexy.

“You do that anyway, don’t you?” She smoothed her hands over his smooth chest to move up around his neck.

RaShaun pulled her close and just stared down at her. His look was so intense that Yvonne leaned back to get to look at him with a small frown.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked.

RaShaun shook his head from side to side as his thumb traced her lower lip. “Not a damn thing. Just the opposite. My life has never felt more right than it does at this moment. Know that I cherish you above everything, Yvonne Patterson. Don’t ever forget that.”

Picking her up in his arms, he walked towards the bed, and by the time the night was over…she knew this to be true without a doubt.


The next couple of weeks passed by in a blur of newlywed bliss. They couldn’t walk by one another without touching or kissing or exchanging goofy smiles. Even though they’d lived together for a couple of years, there was something about being husband and wife that changed the dynamics of their relationship.

One evening, Tara and Yvonne were at the health club, and had just finished an intense workout class. They both swore the instructor had to be a drill sergeant in her former life, but her class stayed packed full because the lady got results. Wiping the sweat from her face, Yvonne glared at her once class was over.

The instructor gave them a perky wave as she got ready for her next class. “See you next week, ladies.”

Yvonne waited until her back was turned, then gave her the finger.

Tara fell out laughing as they walked out. “Girl, you are hilarious. Leave that woman alone.

“I swear she gets some type of demonic pleasure from working us until we almost pass out. She’s not satisfied until she hears grunts of pain throughout the room,” Yvonne grumbled.

“You know what they say, no pain–”

“Tara, I really don’t want to hear that bullshit right now.”

“Excuse me, Ms….I’m sorry…Mrs. Bitch. It’s not anyone’s fault but your own that you’ve been on a ‘RaShaun Dick Diet’ since you two got married a month ago. I tried to get your ass to come to the gym, but nooo….you couldn’t tear yourself away from your huuusssband.” Tara drew the word out teasingly. At the mention of RaShaun’s name, Tara saw the usual starry-eyed expression come over Yvonne’s face.

Tara rolled her eyes.

“Ugh! There you go again. That’s what I’m talking about. Damn, ya’ll must fuck more than rabbits. It’s a wonder you two….” Tara suddenly stopped talking and came to an abrupt stop. Yvonne, however, was still firmly encased in her dream world and kept walking.

“Yvonne,” Tara whispered loudly.

“Speaking of my husband, I wonder what he’s doing right now,” Yvonne mused, smiling at the word ‘husband’.

“Yvonne!” Tara called louder.

This time Yvonne turned around with a frown. “What, T?”

Tara nodded her head slightly to Yvonne’s right. Her frown deepening even more, Yvonne turned around to see what had Tara so agitated. And as soon as she spotted them she knew. Terri and…. Kiki?

Well, isn’t this cute? Yvonne thought. Apparently, these two have gotten to be thick as thieves.

Kiki used to talk as much shit about Terri as Yvonne, but of course that didn’t mean anything considering what Yvonne now knew about Kiki’s true character. Both Kiki and Terri were both walking with a couple of other women who all seemed to be fawning over Terri, who wore one of those sports tops that left your stomach bare. Yvonne gasped when her eyes dropped to Terri’s little pooch of a belly. Terri happened to spot her at that moment, looking thoroughly satisfied at Yvonne’s devastated reaction to the beginning signs of Terri’s pregnancy. She touched Kiki’s arm and gestured towards Yvonne and Tara.

Tara leaned towards Yvonne. “Take a deep breath, cous. Don’t give these bitches the satisfaction.”

Hearing her words, Yvonne did just that, and exhaled slowly. She tilted her chin slightly and looked them dead in the eye. She’d be damn if she ducked and hid just to avoid them.

“Well, well. Look who’s here,” Terri said, rubbing her stomach.

“Breathe…” Tara whispered through the corner of her mouth.

Kiki looked Yvonne up and down, obviously feeling bold in front of everyone. Yvonne narrowed her eyes, wanting her to say something. She would gladly give her another beat down right here in front of everybody. Kiki, however, decided to fight with words.

“Yvonne, don’t you think Terri looks cute pregnant?” She rubbed Terri’s stomach. “She’s going to be such a terrific Mom to RaShaun’s baby.”

Yvonne flinched but forced a smile to her lips. “And RaShaun will be a great father…that is if he’s really the father. That's still to be determined.”

She gave Terri a smile designed to irritate the hell out of her. Yvonne had already made peace with the fact that more than likely he was, but she couldn’t resist fucking with this bitch.

Terri took the bait. Glaring, she walked closer to Yvonne. “Oh, he’s the father. There’s no doubt about it. I’m in RaShaun’s life forever now, whether you like it or not. So you may as well get used to it. After all, I’ll always be the mother of his first born child.”.

“And you may as well get used to me,” Yvonne fired back. She held up her left hand, blinding Terri with the diamonds flashing from her ring and smiled. “Because I’ll be right there by his side helping him to raise his child…who’ll be my stepchild, I may add.”

Terri’s face flushed with hate as she looked at Yvonne’s wedding rings.

“Von, lets go,” Tara grabbed her arm. A crowd was beginning to gather.

But Yvonne ignored Tara. She wasn’t finished. She was going to teach Terri’s ass not to come for her with foolishness like this again. She put a finger to her chin and looked up thoughtfully.

“I haven’t decided what I want him or her to call me. Vonnie… MommyVon …or just plain old Mom.” When she looked back at Terri her face was a canvas of pure innocence. “What do you think?”

Terri was absolutely livid. “You fucking bitch!” she screamed. “If you think for one minute you’ll ever lay a hand on my child you’re more stupid than you look!”

Yvonne just stood there smiling at her with unconcern, which made Terri even madder.

“Oh, you think this is funny? You’re lucky I’m pregnant, or I would kick your ass, something I should’ve done a long time ago!”

Yvonne shrugged. “Don’t worry, I’ll wait on you. And if in, what, seven months, you’re still under the illusion that you can kick my ass…come see me.”

Yvonne laughed as she finally allowed Tara to drag her off. She could still here Tara screaming as they turned the corner.


Yvonne got home about an hour later. Tara had spent at least thirty minutes in the car calming Yvonne and then comforting her as she broke down in tears. It had been easy the last month because she and RaShaun had purposely not mentioned Terri’s name, but seeing her just now, her pregnancy beginning to show… Yvonne thought she would go crazy.

Finally calm enough to leave, Yvonne promised she’d call Tara tomorrow. She walked in and threw her bag on the floor by the chair and looked around for RaShaun. When she found him in the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter drinking a beer. It looked like he had had just gotten out of the shower. She walked over and placed her arms around his waist, lifting her face up to his for a kiss. He leaned down stiffly and gave her a quick peck.

Yvonne frowned. “Hi.”


She took a step back at his cold tone. “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad day?” She was trying to be sympathetic, but her day hadn’t been the best after seeing Terri.

RaShaun stared at her without saying anything. He took another sip of beer before speaking in a low voice. “Oh, my day was fine. Not bad at all. That is until about an hour ago.”

“What happened an…” She took another step back and folded her arms. “Wait. Please don’t tell me that bitch called you.”


Yvonne continued to peer up at him for a moment before finally catching on that he was highly ticked off…but not at Terri. “Hold up. Are you mad? At me??” She slapped her hand against her chest. “Is that what this little attitude of yours is all about?”

RaShaun sat the empty bottle down then pushed away from the counter without answering her.

“RaShaun? RaShaun!”

He went to the refrigerator and got another beer before turning to look at her. “You want to know if I’m mad? I wouldn’t say mad. Slightly perturbed?” He brought the beer up to his lips and took a long swallow. “Yes.”

“At me, though?”

“Yvonne, why didn’t you just ignore her? Believe me, I know she started the shit. I know that without hearing a word out of your mouth, but just ignore her stupid ass. If you see her, go the other way.”

“And just why should I do that! I haven’t done anything wrong.” She emphasized the word ‘I’. RaShaun’s eyes narrowed when he caught her meaning, but Yvonne could care less. She had just managed to calm down from the confrontation with that bitch, and know she had to come home and listen to this shit?

“And anyway, why the hell is she calling you? She started it. Her ass thought it would be cute and funny trying to make me look like a fool.”

“For the last time, ignore her bullshit. Why let her get to you like that and cause a scene?” RaShaun’s voice rose.

“She made the fucking scene! But once I shut her ass down, she decides to come whining to you?”

RaShaun took a visible deep breath. The conversation was getting out of hand. Yvonne knew they both needed to calm down, but his next words added fuel to the fire.

“Whether we like it or not, she’s pregnant. They were ready to take her to the hospital to have her and the baby checked out because her blood pressure shot up. You up there arguing with her over petty crap as if you’re in high school or …” RaShaun stopped, apparently hearing how the words sounded. “Wait. I didn’t mean that the way it–”

“You son of a bitch! I cannot believe you’re standing there halfway trying to defend her! I was minding my own business when she and Kiki–”

“Kiki…” RaShaun looked at her as is he hadn’t heard her correctly.

“Yes, Kiki. They were at the gym together. When they saw me, they made it a point to come over and block my path just to talk shit. Her pressure wasn’t up when she was rubbing her stomach in front of me, telling me how you and she were going to raise your child together, and how she was always going to be a part of your life now…” Yvonne’s voice caught on a little hiccup.

RaShaun sighed and walked over to her with his hand out. “Von…Baby…”

“No! Don’t you ‘Baby’ me now. As long as you live, don’t you ever, ever, defend that evil witch to me. I don’t even know how you have the nerve to fix your mouth to try and tell me how I should act around her.” Yvonne’s words were coming out with the sharpness of a samurai sword. “Since you’re the voice of wisdom, you should’ve spoken it to yourself that night and used a fucking condom instead of letting your dick think for you!”

RaShaun bit his tongue to stop from replying. She knew exactly what to say to piss him off, but he also knew he was wrong the way he had come at her about Terri.

“Yvonne, I’m sorry. You’re right. I apologize.”

“You can take your apology and shove it deep up your ass!” She reached over and grabbed the empty beer bottle he’d sat down and threw it as hard as she could at him before she angrily stalked out of the room.

“Dammit!!” He ducked just in time so that the bottle shattered against the wall behind him. A second slower and he would’ve probably been on the way to the hospital. Blowing under his breath, he ran a hand down the back of his head and looked at the shards of glass on the floor.

“Okay, Rah,” he whispered to himself. “I think the honeymoon is over.”


After sweeping up the last of the glass and dumping it in the trashcan, RaShaun went to the bedroom to find Yvonne. Hopefully, she had calmed down a little bit so that they could talk. He took the majority of the blame, and rightly so. He had reassured her over and over again that he wouldn’t let Terri come between them, but he’d done just that tonight.

When RaShaun walked into the bedroom, he bit back a sigh when he saw her. Yeah. She was still pissed. They usually slept in the nude. Tonight she had on a cotton nightgown. A long cotton nightgown. Buttoned up to the top of her neck. He walked over to her side of the bed and sat down. She wouldn’t even look at him.

“Von, I’m sorry. I was wrong, and I apologize.”


“Baby, please talk to me.”


“Will you forgive me? ”

Still nothing. At a loss, RaShaun grabbled for something to say to get through to her. When he thought of it, he knew it was wrong, but hell, he was desperate.

“We promised never to go to bed angry at one another. Remember?”

Yvonne sighed and finally looked at him. RaShaun steeled himself against the anger he saw reflected in the grey depths of her eyes, but he also saw something else. Hurt.

“You also promised that you wouldn’t let her come between us. So if you’re not keeping your promise, I don’t see why I have to keep mine.” She flipped over to her other side and presented her back to him.

“I’ll get her straight tomorrow. It won’t happen again.”

Her only answer was a disbelieving snort.

After a few minutes, RaShaun reluctantly got up. He pulled his shirt over his head and was taking his pants off when her next sentence made him pause.

“And you can sleep in the other bedroom, too.”

RaShaun raised an eyebrow at her back. He blew out a short laugh. Yeah, right. He took off the rest of his clothes and turned the lamp off before climbing in the bed naked.

Yvonne flipped back to her other side so that she wouldn’t be facing him.

“Yvonne. Baby, come on.”

He scooted closer to her so that he could spoon his body against hers. Her body was stiff as a board. He leaned down and started kissing her neck. His hand slid around and cupped her breast. When she jerked away a little, he lifted his head and stared down at her in the darkness, but he could tell she had her eyes tightly closed.

RaShaun slid his hand down to her waist, then over the rising slope of her hip to reach the hem of her gown. He leaned down and softly bit her ear as he pulled the gown up and slipped his hand between her legs.

Yvonne caught his hand. “Don’t.”

He lifted his head again. Frowning, he pulled his hand away from hers to put it back between her legs. Again she pushed him away.

“So you’re going to deny me, Yvonne? Is that what this is?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Just what makes you think I’m in the mood to have sex with you?”

“You’re not?” he asked softly, kissing her shoulder. “You’re always in the mood.”

“Well, I’m not tonight.”

“Ah, okay. So, if you’re not in the mood, I guess there’s nothing I can do to change your mind, huh? Not even a little bit? Hmm? Not even a little taste?”

Yvonne sat up and gave him an incredulous look. “Is that all you can think about right now? Fine. If it’s so important to you to fuck me tonight, hurry up and get it over with.” She flopped back on the bed, pulled her gown up to her waist. Opening her legs, she blew out a hard breath, as agreeing to sex was making a big sacrifice.

RaShaun’s eyes narrowed. Little hussy had the smartest mouth he’d ever come across in a woman. “I’m not going to make love to you if it’s not what you want. I know another way I can apologize though, if you wont accept the verbal kind.”

He saw her body tense when he slid down between her legs and pulled her panties down. Holding her thighs apart, he got busy with the job of apologizing to her with his tongue. His mouth told her how sorry he was. His lips talked to her lips, and they had a conversation that only they understood. Finally, hers quivered in acceptance and opened up to allow his tongue to enter and apologize properly as her pleasure began to flow. Even if Yvonne wouldn’t speak to him, her body did. She tried to keep her moans inside, but by the time her first orgasm hit, she was screaming his name, begging him not to stop.

After giving her one more body shattering release, he gave her a final lick and got up. His dick jerked in protest when RaShaun went back to his side of the bed instead of sliding that part of his anatomy deep inside her, but he was determined to stop there. Even though he wanted her so bad that he ached, he didn’t want Yvonne to feel like he’d taken advantage.

RaShaun lay on his back and tried to go to sleep but was uncomfortable as hell. He’d just about made up his mind to take a cold shower when Yvonne sat up and pulled the gown over her head. She hopped on top of him and straddled his hips without saying a word and slid down the hard, steel length of his dick. They both moaned out loud in relief.

Yvonne rode him fast and hard. Toes curling up, RaShaun placed his hands on her hips and let her do her thing; she didn’t need any help from him. Before long, she was the one who had him chanting her name and telling her not to stop moments before he exploded in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Yvonne didn’t stop until she’d milked every drop out of his dick.

When she fell down on his chest in a heaving puddle, he managed to breathe out, “So does this mean you forgive me?”

With an effort, she managed to push herself up. Staring at him, she replied breathlessly, “Depends.”

He quirked an eyebrow upwards. “On…”

“On how long you can last tonight.”

RaShaun grinned. Rolling her over on her back, he rose to the challenge and started getting busy.


The next month passed by more quickly than either of them would’ve expected. Although neither mentioned it, they were well aware that the date was growing near when they would find out once and for all about the baby. RaShaun had made an appointment at a private clinic that his lawyer said came highly recommended. Two more days and they would know for sure one way or the other if he was the father of Terri’s baby.

Surprisingly, Terri had been laying low. RaShaun had only spoken to her a couple of times regarding the clinic and to find out what was a good day for her to go. She was agreeable to whatever he said and didn’t cause any problems. This should’ve made him happy, but RaShaun knew it was the quiet before Terri’s storm.

Finally the day came. RaShaun walked into the clinic and saw Terri sitting in the waiting room. His steps faltered when he saw how big her stomach had gotten. She wasn’t huge, by any means, but her pregnancy was noticeable. She would be around three months along.

They spoke civilly then sat in silence until her name was called. RaShaun went in with her and shook hands with the doctor. He listened as the doctor again explained the procedure pretty much the same way Dr. Wong had explained it. The fetal cells would be collected from the amniotic fluid. Any fears of damage to the fetus were put to rest.

An ultrasound was done first. RaShaun hadn’t been prepared for that, and didn’t know what to expect. He watched the screen closely, not knowing what he was looking at until the doctor patiently pointed out the fetus, showing them the tiny developing head, legs, and arms. This was the first time RaShaun had seen anything like that, and he was in awe of the little life growing inside of Terri. For a moment, all differences were put aside as they smiled at each other and pointed at the screen.

The amniocentesis procedure did not take long. RaShaun’s blood was drawn. Due to the connections his lawyer had, they would have the results the next day, and would be delivered directly to RaShaun.

RaShaun walked Terri to her car, neither of them saying anything. After he’d opened her door for her, she started the car, but before she pulled off she looked up at him.

“I assume you’ll be in touch with me as soon as you get the results that you’re the father…”

RaShaun stared at her, then turned around and walked off without acknowledging she’d spoken.


RaShaun and Yvonne had both taken the next day off from work, and waited anxiously at home to get the results. For the most part, they didn’t speak much. A little bit before 2:00 p.m., the doorbell rang. They looked at each other. RaShaun leaned down and squeezed her hand before he went to open the door. Yvonne sat wringing her hands nervously. When he came back, he wordlessly held the large envelope up for her to see.

“You ready?” he asked, sitting down beside her.

Yvonne nodded. She was ready to get the unknown out of the way so at least they could be sure of what they were facing. She took deep breaths to prepare herself.

RaShaun did the same. Opening the envelope, he took out the folded sheet of paper with the clinics letterhead and held it in front of them. Skipping all the way to the bottom, he read the results out loud:

‘Based on testing results obtained from the analysis of DNA information listed above, there is a 99.998% probability that RaShaun Patterson is the father.’

RaShaun continued to stare at the words that confirmed he was the baby’s father. Although he’d known there was a strong possibility it could be so, now that it was confirmed, he didn’t know what to think or how to feel. He looked over at Yvonne.

He had expected her to get upset, cry, scream…something, but she just sat quietly beside him. He put the letter down on the couch and held out his hand to her, palm side up. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his.

“You okay?” he asked her softly.

“Believe it or not, yes,” she nodded. “I’m just glad to know for sure, one way are the other.”

RaShaun nodded his agreement, still trying to wrap his brain around the news. He was going to be a father. He sat back on the couch and pulled Yvonne to his chest and just held her. They sat that way for a while in silence, both of them absorbing the news of what this meant and how much their lives were about to change.

After a while, RaShaun’s cell phone rang, breaking the contemplative silence that had fallen in the room. Yvonne lifted up so that he could get it out of his pocket, and when he saw the name displayed on the caller ID, he grew still. A sense of dread flooded his chest. Terri.

RaShaun cursed under his breath. “And so it begins…”

© 2017 S.K. Hardy

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