Tommie let out a sinister laugh, cleared her throat, and she finished on in her antics.
“Okay, like I said, the name of the game is called Pee & See. Each of us are going to get a pregnancy stick. Only touch yours. Don’t pick one up for anyone else. Once you get your test, you’re going to take it out the packet, and I’ll pass some markers around, so that you all can initial your stick. There’s a couple of bathrooms down here, so we can use those, handle your business, and when you’re finished, drop the stick in this bag. Ifyou get one line on the test, congratulations sista, you know how to swallow, or use your other hole?—”
“Tommie. Don’t get slapped down,” my mama cut her off, making us all laugh.
Tommie literally couldn’t help the shit that would come out of her mouth. She had been getting cursed out the entire trip by our mom and grandma because of that mouth.
“And if you get two lines…. Umm, God bless you in whatever decision you decide to make. Tailynn, and Tru, it’s going to take every woman in here to get me off you if either of you have a test with double lines on it,” Tommie threatened her daughters.
They knew how their mother was, so they sat back, and decided not to pay her any attention.
“Shit, I’ll take three test. I know I’m not pregnant. My cycle just went off,” Free said, being the first one to stand up.
“Well, I don’t want to play,” I went ahead, and let it be known. One thing about me, I didn’t care about being the party pooper.
When I said that, all eyes shot over at me. It was Tommie, Free, Blake, Tailynn, Tru, my mom, Shanice, and two more of my mom’s home girls that were in here. Every head shot over in my direction.
“It’s always that one person, and it’s always your ass,” Tommie shot, coming over to me with the pregnancy test in her hand.
I moved it out of the way, not wanting to play this damn game with them.
“Move. I don’t want to play,” I was serious.
“What you think going to come back, sista? Take the test like the rest of us,” Blake said, standing up from the floor. She had been sitting down with a blanket wrapped around her.
“Yeah, take the damn test because now your ass acting guilty,” my mom went on to say, and I laughed.
“Guilty of what, ma? I just don’t want to play this crazy ass game,” I fussed.
“Neither do I. I know damn well that I’m not pregnant. I’m about to waste a good pregnancy test because before I can even get all my pee on the stick, it’s going to come back negative. Even with that, I’m still going to take the test. Come on girl. Let’s go. Your ass gotta play,” my mom said, coming over, damn near bullying me into the game because she took Liberty from my arms.
All the women started getting up, so that they could grab a test, and put their initials on it. I had the test, and Free, who was standing over me, she wrote her name on her test and then handed me the marker when she was finished. With shaky hands, I wrote my initials on my test.
My period was supposed to come two days ago, and it hadn’t. I could still be good though because it was normal for me to be a couple of days late. At the same time, I was just a tad bit nervous because I had been playing a risky game with my birth control.
I sluggishly stood up, and I joined the line to use one of the bathrooms that was down here. Tommie’s ass was standing right in the hallway with the bag, making us drop the test in the bag once we were finished in the bathroom.
I was the last to go, quickly peeing on the stick, and once I was finished, I wiped, washed my hands, and I wiped the test down a little bit. I walked out of the bathroom, and Tommie was right there, smiling big at me, as I dropped the test in the bag that she was holding.
I went and took my seat on the couch, pulling one of the throw pillows that was on the couch, and sitting it on down in lap. Free, who was sitting right next to me, laughed, while she picked her hand up, so that she could put it on my chest, feeling my heartbeat.
“Girl, move!” I spat, and like it was funny, she laughed, and threw herself back into the couch, waiting to hear Tommie with the rest of the rules for this dumb ass game.
“Okay. All it really takes is a minute or two, and we’ve passed that. Here’s how we’re going to play it. I’m going to take all the test out of the bag, line them up on the table, and I’ll read what the results are. If one of these test happens to be positive, ya’ll have to guess who the positive pregnancy test belongs to. Let us see which man is the pull-out king, and which one isn’t,” Tommie finished with her theatrics.
She did a happy dance, and the table that she was standing directly behind, she went ahead and started pulling the test out one by one. She lined them up, and I swear my eyes stayed on her, watching as she started from the first test that was on her right, all the way down to the last test to her left. I’m not sure what the hell her dramatic ass saw, but she gasped, put her hand on her chest, smirked, and then she looked up at us.
“Tommie, and the fuckin theatrics. Girl, what are the results looking like?” Blake asked, still sitting down on the floor.
“Okay, okay. Soooo, upon further review of looking at each test, there seems to be one positive pregnancy test in the mix. Anybody want to take a lucky guess at who the test belongs to?” Tommie asked. My heart was racing. I knew damn well that my test had to have been the one that came back positive.
I knew that it didn’t belong to my mom, or either of her friends. Free was sure that she wasn’t pregnant, especially since her cycle had just gone off. Blake didn’t want children, and her ass made sure that she went out of her way to not have any pregnancy scares. I knew damn well that neither one of my nieces were pregnant, either. Tommie would rather paint a damn building with nail polish before she ever in her life had another child. I had to have been the one with the positive pregnancy test.
“Dionne!” literally everyone shouted my name out.
My eyes were on Tommie, waiting to hear what it was that she was going to say. She was so dramatic in her pauses.
After about ten seconds, she said…
