”Mixie, your blood pressure is high, and you’ve lost almost ten pounds. Is everything okay?” Her doctor sounded concerned. “As well as your uterus measuring small for being almost at the six month mark.”
Mixie let out a deep breath cutting her eyes to me.“Well, the father of my child and boyfriend of over five years wants to leave me while I’m pregnant for one of his dirty bitches when he knows I’m fucking high risk. I feel like he wants me to lose our baby so he can ride off into the sunset with his new bitch.”
The doctor and me were both shocked. I figured Mixie was gonna say some bullshit, but her ass went there.
“Unfortunately, Ms.Hill, the only thing you can focus on is your health and your baby’s. We can’t control what others do, only how we react. You have to decide what is more important, him or your unborn child,” the doctor spoke with her attention on Mixie.
“Aye, Ion know about all that extra shit ‘cause it’s irrelevant, forreal-forreal, but I want my seed here just as much as she do. I ain’t tryna stress her or no shit like that. I’d be fucked up just like she would if something happened to my seed. We in new territory for the both of us, but at the end of the day, my main priority is my seed.” I wasn’t feeling how Mixie was tryna paint a nigga as the bad guy.
The situation was fucked up, but we all played a part in the hand we were dealt. Mixie wasn’t innocent, neither was I. She wanted to play the victim, and that irked my nerves. If we were keeping it real, Mixie damn near didin’t give a fuck about me and Juniper as long as her world didn’t get disturbed. She’d told me one too many times to go fuck with Juniper because what I wanted to do wasn’t shit she did. I shouldn’t have spent as much time with Juniper, but it was what it was. We couldn’t change shit, what was the point of beating on a dead horse?
“I understand how complex these things can be, Mr…?”
”Faheem.”
“”Faheem, but some things can be held off until things are more stable with Ms.Hill’s pregnancy. We don’t want this one to end up like the last. Unfortunately because your blood pressure is so high, I don’t feel safe releasing you to go home. I’m going to have you admitted until we can get your blood pressure down as well as a safe stress free environment to go home to.” The doctor gave me a stern look when she said the last part.
“See the shit you and your bitch caused, Faheem?” Mixie spat at me angrily.
“Man, go on with that shit, Mixie.” I waved her off as I pulled my vibrating phone out my pocket.
”Let me guess, that’s your bitch. You’re gonna leave me here the entire time by myself,” Mixie said with tears welling in her eyes.
“Now, Faheem, you know a strong support system is key to a healthy baby. You will be here while Ms.Hill is in the hospital, correct?”
”For sure. You ain’t even gotta ask me that.” I declined Juniper’s phone call, shooting her a text message. She hated when I did that, but I couldn’t talk right now.
Once I got Mixie situated in her room, I’d step out to call Juniper. From the middle finger emoji Juniper sent me, she was fine. I told her I loved her and I would call her later. I ain’t have no choice but to let her know what was up when I called her ‘cause I knew I wasn’t coming home tonight at least. I had to make sure my seed was good.
Chapter 23
Juniper Weaver
Later That Night
Pissed didn’t touch the rage I was feeling. I couldn’t believe this nigga was tryna handle me like I was a bird brain bitch. The nigga who promised to be there for me no matter what was nowhere to be found when I needed him the most. I had a gun held to my fucking head while my car was stolen from me. I swear I was never parking in that garage ever again in my life. This was the second time my life was in danger in the parking garage by my job. Imagine my surprise when I get in my car to go home and a nigga in a mask pops up out of nowhere, holding a gun to my head to steal my car. I almost thought he wanted to kill me because even after he had the keys, he didn’t seem like he wanted to let me go. Of all the times Faheem came to surprise me, I prayed he was lurking and he would save me at any moment. Nope, Angelo had just so happened to come out to my rescue, scaring off the niggas withthe gun. He peeled out in my car, and we couldn’t do anything but watch them.
I was scared out of my mind, and the person I needed to ease my nerves couldn’t be found. Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like this before. No, I wasn't green to the street life. There was a lot of stuff I hadn’t experienced and being robbed was one of them. I didn’t even understand why anyone would want to steal my Nissan. There was nothing special about my car. It was a basic SUV, not some luxury vehicle you would think people would steal.
After the police came and went, there was no sign of Faheem. Aside from a little funky ass text he sent me, in which I sent him the middle finger. I let a little time pass before I started calling him again, in which I got more texts asking if I was good. Common sense would tell you something was wrong with me and not to text me. I could have text him and told him what was going on, but fuck that–it was the principle. He could pick up the phone any other time, he could pick it up now. Faheem dodging my calls only meant he was with Mixie. I really thought we were passed this kind of stuff. Since his party, we’d been together everyday. He made promises of working on our future together alone. This nigga literally gave me the green light to search for us a place to stay. Faheem never left my side unless he was out working. I was really trying to figure out if I misread Faheem’s actions. Technically, he never said he was breaking up with Mixie, but it didn’t take a fucking genius to read the room. I mean neither of them spoke to each other for weeks. Not even when she would try to get his attention. Faheem promised me this situation wasn’t going to last much longer.The fact that he was ignoring me because he was with Mixie had me heated. That nigga reallly sold me a fucking dream, and I fell for the shit. My hurt feelings mixed in with what happened had my thinking all over the place. I almost lost my life, and Faheem couldn'tbe found. I wanted to beat his ass for leaving me hanging. It wasn’t like I was just calling him to call him, this was a serious situation. A nigga held a fucking gun to my head. I was scared for my life, and the person who was supposed to bring me peace was doing anything but. I felt like I was living in a warped reality.
Faheem really had to be up to no good because Frankee’s calls went unanswered too. As soon as she came and got me, she told me he sent her a text saying he was outta the way. Frankee tried to reassure me Faheem was probably handling business. That lie only worked so long before I had to face reality. Reality of Mixie’s IG post holding Faheem’s hand talking about support, blah, blah, blah. I wasn’t even mad he was with Mixie, it was how he was handling me like I came second to her, or I didn’t mean shit to him. Nigga, you can’t profess your love for somebody then ignore their calls. He literally had me questioning my sanity because his actions weren’t matching his words.
“How you feel, boo?” Frankee asked from the doorway of her guest bedroom where I was laying down.
After going through what I did today, and after dealing with the police asking me a million questions, I just wanted to lay down. Tuning out the world, I waited on the cause and cure of my heartache to come to soothe my fears. I shouldn’t have wanted Faheem, but my heart longed for him. He was my safe space. When he was around, I had zero fears. I longed for that safety, unfortunately, he was the only one who could give me that. That was the thing about love that I hated. Even when you shouldn’t want the person who’d hurt you, the love you had for them overpowered common sense.
”I’m okay,” I mumbled sadly.
“I cooked your favorite food,” Frankee said, stepping deeper into the room.
”I’m not hungry yet,if I get hungry I’ll come out.”
”Okay boo. If my stupid brother calls, I’ll let you know. Don’t let him make a fool outta you. I know how he’s been acting with you. Trust me, it was out of his norm, but at the end of the day, if he ain’t on his shit like he’s promising, then move around. Nobody said y’all had to live together during the three years. The way I see it, you almost done with the first year. The next two will fly by, then you can serve him with those divorce papers. Show him you not weak like Mixie, and you don’t need his ass. Just don’t forget about me.”
“I hear you, Frankee.” I cracked a smile at her, and she smiled back before turning to leave.
I really did hear Frankee. Why was I laying here in my feelings when Faheem was out with Mixie doing lord knows what?Fuck him.Getting my phone from under my pillow, I went to Kojo’s text thread. If Faheem didn’t want to comfort me, I knew a few niggas who would.
