"No mother fucker, get the fuck out of my house!"

This asshole Tucker had the nerve to show up at her place, unannounced, and say he wanted the DNA test done now. What gave him the right?

"You tripping girl, I'm trying to be civil to your ass, no need to get all rowdy. Don't stress my baby out." He tried to reach over to her and touch her belly, but she moved back.

She didn't know what it was, but Tucker gave her the creeps. How could she have slept with him in the past? Yes, the sex was good with him because he was very well-endowed, but he was borderline a psychopath.

"I'm taking the test, but until then, you don't have to ever show up here unless I tell you to. Now get the fuck on."

"Bonnie, what's going on," Cory said, coming into the room. Lately, Cory had been super overprotected with her, and while it annoyed her when it was her brothers doing it, she liked it when Cory did it.

"Nothing, he is leaving."

"No I'm not, my man, this between me and the mother of my son. We go way back, right BonBon. My first celebrity I fucked when I was eighteen, remember that Bonnie. You had this young brother sprung out!" Tucker laughed wickedly.

"Bonnie is the-" Cory started, but she stopped him.

"Cory, can you just leave us? I'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes," she said. She did not want Cory to see how big of a hoe she was, with the likes of Tucker "TA" Anderson. She knew TA would go into all the dirty details of how she let him and Craig tag team her while they all were stoned from drugs. She supplied Craig with some of the drugs he overdosed on. She always would carry that guilt with her.

She had been clean since, she never touched another drug, not even marijuana.

After Cory left the room, she went to sit on her deck by the pool so she could view the ocean. Tucker followed her out.

"Ooo babe, this is nice. Let's fuck out here."

She needed a moment to pray.

Please God, do not let my baby be this asshole's. If you can forgive me for all the crazy things I have done in my life, I promise I will be a better person. I will be a good mother. I will undo any past harm I have done by hurting others. I will not be that bitch anymore. Just please God, do not let my angel baby be this monster's. Amen.

She hoped God was listening.

"Tucker, you can go submit DNA, and then when they run it against the baby's, we will know for sure."

"I don't trust your ass. I heard some ballplayer skeeted in you that night. How many mother fuckers you fuck that night?"

"It's not Sharif's," she told him, although she did not know how he would know about him. Sharif let her know soon as he had the results that he was sterile, that there was no chance he could be the father. He was the one she wished for the most, now chances of that were gone. This monster or Tempo with the crazy girlfriend.

Did she deserve this?

Maybe so.

"Who else could it be? Didn't we fuck all night, Grammy night?"

She let out a sigh. She did not have to tell him anything, but at this point, she did not care. "Tempo."

"Tempo what?"

"Tempo may be the father."

"Tempo my boy?"

"And he and I had our thing the night before the Grammys. Soooo, yes I had sex with you and Sharif and Tempo within twenty-four hours of each other and now I don't know who my son's father is. But Sharif is out, he can't have kids, and so now it's between you and another guy I can give two flying fucks about."

"Come on BonBon, you know you secretly love me," Tucker said, trying to hug her, but she pushed him away from her. "All the ladies love TA!"

"Boy, get your head examined and quick."

"Ok look," Tucker said. "You know I care about you, Bonnie. I want the baby to be mine, that's all I wanted since I found out you were pregnant. I know you may not be over my cousin, but that nigga doesn't care about you like I do. We can be a family."

She scoffed at that. A family? She wanted to be with a man she loved and that loved her. She deserved that like any other person.

"Come on Bonnie, we can do this, me and you..." He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away.

"Go!" she screamed at him. "Get the fuck out! Go! Now!"

Tucker moved away from her but he did not leave and that made her more upset. If he wanted to be around the baby, fine, but she did not want him around her.

Cory came rushing in, always trying to save her.

"Bonnie, you need me to make him leave?"

Tucker scoffed at him. "Man, why don't you stay out of our business! Bonnie and I making plans for our family--"

"I don't think she wants anything to do with you."

Tucker stood his ground, looking Cory up and down. "So you're fucking her now? Have you been fucking my woman and nutting on my baby?"

"Tucker, you need to go!" she screamed at him, then held her stomach as she felt a pain.

"Bonnie!" Cory was at her side. "Are you okay? You need me to take you to the doctor?"

"No! Just...everyone leave me alone! Just leave! The both of you."

"But Bonnie, I just want to-" Cory started but she cut him off with a hand.

"Leave. Leave me alone please."

Cory stood and glared at Tucker. "Well, you heard her, let's go."

"Man whatever," Tucker smirked. "I have another baby and baby momma that I can fuck with tonight. Oh yeah, she's your other fuckboy's wife. I think that's kind of some symmetry or shit. Icee might be the father of lil Bonnie too. That bit of karma gonna fuck him and Kitty up. Imma be there for her and my other baby. I'm the man!"

What the hell was he talking about? But after that, at least he finally left and Cory left with him. She did not need the stress right now. Tucker was a crazy person, and whatever he said, she had to take with a grain of salt.

Does Icee have a baby with Sharif's wife?

Well, Sharif was sterile. That meant neither of his kids was his kids. It was not her business that his wife slept around and lied for years. It was not for her to care about who her babies' fathers were. Let Sharif deal with that.

Sharif didn't have to do a damn thing for her anymore, and as much as she cared about him, it was just sex for her. She did not love that man.

Not liked she loved Icee. She knew it was love she felt for him, even though he never reciprocated it. Didn't mean her feelings weren't true. Icee was in love with someone else, and from the sounds of it, he fell in love with Kitty at first sight.

She listened to every song on his album Who Iz Isaac Curtis, and for once, she asked herself, who is Isaac Curtis? She knew who Icee was, the man she met nearly eight years ago at his brother's Craig twenty-first birthday party. The day she met him, it wasn't instant love, she just wanted to get him into bed.

Getting him into bed and experiencing the marvel that was Icee, with his tongue skills and his seemingly never-ending stamina in the bedroom, falling in love was easy. He was handsome, talented, a good businessman, but also kind and caring. The other women didn't matter to him, because in public she was the only one he claimed.

Till Kitty came along. When he first told her about meeting her in Springfield, she thought, another groupie hoe he could kick it with when he was in his hometown. Another groupie hoe to add to his collection. Another groupie that he would toss aside when he was done.

Well, bringing her to the Grammys she knew there was more to this one. They always went to the Grammys together, even when they were on breaks from each other.

Seeing her in person, she thought nothing of the girl. Not glamourous like her. She looked homely, pretty but plain. She just did not see it. She figures she would be gone in a matter of weeks.

So she never let up trying to get him back.

Then they were engaged. Then they were married. Now she was having his baby and not her.

How lucky was Kitty to be with the man she loved and loved her back? To be married, have the ring, have the baby, to be a family. She wanted that. It would never happen. No matter who the father was, she would not be a family with that man.

"Life is so unfair," she said, rubbing her stomach. "But you won't be without baby boy, I promise."

It was time to do better.

A/N: I'm starting to feel sorry for Bonnie because she has to deal with TA. All she wants is what everyone else wants, to be happy. Is the old Bonnie gone yet?