“Nothing. What’s up with you?”
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Whatever you need to tell me, that’s the only time you come and chill with me. Ohhhh, you know you about to leave for school and you gon’ miss me,” he joked, but instead of laughing, Farrah was crying.
“I’m not going to college.”
“What?”
She looked at her dad with a face full of tears, “I’m pregnant and too far along for an abortion.”
His face was lifeless, it looked like the color had left his body.
“Farrah.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried as he wrapped his arms around her.
She knew if no one had her back, he would.
“I have to tell Cam.”
“Cam? I thought y’all stopped talking.”
“We did, I haven’t talked to him. I thought it was Harlem’s but it’s Cam’s.”
She felt like a complete fool telling her father she had slept with two different guys, but if she was going to be anything, it was honest with everyone.
Ace decided to go with her to break the news to Cam and his people. Farrah sat in the passenger seat nervous as hell as they pulled to Cam’s house. Her hands were shaking so bad she could barely open the door to get out.
“Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
“What if he doesn’t want it?”
Ace screwed up his face, “He doesn’t have a fuckin’ choice.”
They finally got out and made their way up the familiar stairs, she rang the bell and tried not to cry. She couldn’t believe pregnancy was the reason for their visit. Stacy opened the doordressed perfectly, brows lifted in surprise, but she welcomed them inside.
“What y’all doing here so early? I’ll get grab some extra plates, Stone and Cam are already at the dining room table.”
Farrah followed her father as Ace led the way like he owned the house. When they walked into the room, both Cam and Stone looked up. Stone’s expression was unreadable like always. Hers and Cam’s eyes met, he looked back down at his phone, he didn’t even speak. The entire scene was awkward as hell, but they took a seat anyway.
“I called you,” Farrah finally spoke as Cam looked at her.
“I saw. What’s up?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“For what? I’m sure it’s not important,” he shot back as Stacy walked in holding two plates.
Farrah swallowed hard, “It is… I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
The room went still, the plates in Stacy’s hands hit the floor and shattered.
“Excuse me?” Stacy managed to say.
