“Baby, we goin’ to the hospital. This gotta be some type of stomach virus. You ain’t never threw up this much in one day.” My wife voiced what I was thinking.
There was no argument from me. I needed them to give me some antibiotics or somethin’. I didn’t deal with shit like that too well. After cleaning up what I could, I walked out and told the cashier about the mess I made in the bathroom, followed by an apology.
Alexis took me to the ER so we could figure out what the fuck was wrong. I hated hospitals. The day I tried to take myself out for good, they kept me in a locked room for three days, asking questions about my father. We sat in a room for twenty minutes before a nurse came to assist us.
“Hi, Ms. Evans. I’m Nurse Pale and will be assisting Dr. Vlar. After I get a rundown, we can go from there. What brings you in today?”
“She keeps throwing up. We think it’s a virus but not too sure.” Alexis didn’t let me say a word. That irritated me instantly.
“How long has this been happening?” Nurse Pale questioned.
“It started last night and then twice today,” I answered.
“OK, let’s run some tests. Can you give me the date of your last period?”
“They’re irregular, so it was three months ago, like the first week of March.”
“Alright. Come with me so we can do the first test.” Alexis stood to follow, and I ’bout smacked her hoe ass.
“I can go by myself, Alexis. I’ll be back in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and followed behind the nurse. She took me to a bathroom around the corner.
“There’s a urine cup on the shelf. Grab one and get what you can in, place it in a plastic bag, then bring it out when you’re done, and we’ll proceed to the next one,” she instructed.
I nodded and did as she said, thinkin’ nothin’ of it. When I stepped out the door, she had a label with my information printed on it and placed it on the bag. She took me back to the room, asking for me to give her a few minutes.
Alexis’s nosy ass asked what test was ran, and I ignored her. I could’ve brought myself up here if I knew she was gon’ ask questions like we were on jeopardy. She was working my nerves, and I wasn’t in the mood.
Instead of Nurse Pale returning, a short foreign woman stepped inside with a smile on her face. She was gorgeous and smelled fruity.
“Hello, Ms. Evans. I’m Dr. Vlar. I hear there’s a problem with your stomach. We should have an answer to that. Let me pull up your results.”
“Results to what?” Alexis chimed in.
“I’m sorry. You are?” Dr. Vlar asked.
“Her wife.” Alexis held up her hand to showcase her ring.
“Oh, alright. Well, she had a urine test done.” Dr. Vlar scanned the computer screen, and her eyes got big. She side-eyed me and kept scrolling. Whatever she was looking for wasn’t there ’cause she let a small chuckle leave her throat.
“What is it?” I was a lil’ worried.
She looked back at Alexis and then me. Dr. Vlar was hesitant with the information she had. A smile as fake as plastic appeared on her face. “Congratulations, Ms. Evans. Your pregnancy test came back positive. There’s no virus. Just a baby.”
“The fuck you mean a baby? Do it look like I’m filling my wife up with sperm? You need to run that shit again, Doc.” Alexis was on her feet at that point.
“Ms. Evans, I wish you a healthy pregnancy. I’ll let you two be. Nurse Pale will be here shortly with your discharge papers.” Dr. Vlar got out the room so damn fast I barely blinked.
Christian. I was pregnant with his child, and my wife was about to find out exactly what I’d been doin’ behind her back. Time to break that lil’ baby’s heart. That was karma comin’ back stronger than I wanted it to. Cheating was done on both ends, but she stepped out first so… checkmate!
“Journei, what the fuck is she talkin’ about? You can’t get pregnant, so how is this even possible?”
“You heard what she said, Alexis. And my uterus not broke. I started fuckin’ on Gills after you cheated with Trina, and apparently, he loved shootin’ up the club. Now we got a child on the way.” My response was so nonchalant.
Alexis went from a peanut butter tone to a hot tamale. She was beyond pissed, and I was satisfied. What I wasn’t expecting was the words that left her mouth.
“You dirty pussy, trifling ass, bitch. You let a nigga run up in you raw and still let me put my face down there? Bitch, semen entered yo’ shit, and you allowed my mouth to touch you. I don’t want shit to do with yo’ tarnished ass pussy no more. I hope that baby rip yo’ fuckin’ insides out. Go to hell and die slow, bitch.”
She turned to leave when I stopped her with my words and a smile. “I’ll see you and Galleria on the way down. Payback’s a muthafucka, ain’t it?” That wink I sent her sealed the deal on our divorce. Fuck her!
