She Got Me: Deja

They call girls like me Love Jones–too high on dreamy notions of luvin' to see chasing bad boys never ends well on the South Side of ATL. But from the first moment we locked eyes, Malik's muscular grace stunned my city-girl instincts silent. I knew he spelled heartache–yet how could I resist a man who touched me like silk's finest fantasy come to claiming life? Who was I to deny such burning sweetness because jaded voices shouted it couldn't last? But now, gazing at the positive pregnancy test, those same voices heckle my naivete louder than before. We shared one night of glories that felt like destiny...but I never figured on consequence taking seed within me.

So can I trust Malik to man up to more than hit and run desire? Or will claiming our child turn my life to the same ruin my single mama worked so hard to help me avoid?