“Clearly long enough for her to get pregnant,” Mrs. Kurrie followed up.
“I knew something was up when they came to the house for the meeting. Coach Kilo, I saw how you looked at Mama when she walked into the kitchen. Then you tried to talk to her after Iwent to my room. I didn’t want to bust y’all’s bubble, so I let it play out,” Nyeem said.
The fallout from my announcement wasn’t bad once everyone had a moment to process. Nyomi’s parents were excited, and Nyeem was already praying for a little sister. Robby gave me a little grief, but he was cool about having a niece or another nephew.
Nyomi, on the other hand, was pissed. She played it cool for her family, but when we left, she drove home like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic in her attempt to get to her house before me. I was currently sitting outside her house, blowing up her phone.
I’d called her ten times, and each time, she sent me to voicemail. I was getting pissed, but this wasn’t the type of neighborhood where I could kick her door down. I had to keep a cool head, or this could get ugly. I decided to send her a text, hoping she’d respond.
Me:
If you keep ignoring my calls, you leave me no choice but to kick your door down.
Ny:
I’ll call the police.
Me:
You trying to get the father of your child arrested. That’s fucked up.
Ny:
Go home. We can talk in a few days.
A few days? She’d clearly lost her mind. I got out of my car, slamming the door harder than I intended, but I was pissed. I approached the door like a man on a mission, but as I was about to lay on the doorbell, Nyeem turned into the driveway. I waited for him to get out of the car and come to the door.
“Wassup? Ma not answering the door?” he asked with a smirk.
“Nah. I didn’t ring the doorbell, but I’ve called her a few times, and she keeps sending me to voicemail. I know she’s pissed.”
“Yeah. She tried to hide it, but I could tell. If my grandparents weren’t around, she would’ve had a few not-so-nice words for you. She might send me back to their house for letting you in, but I’ll take one for the team.”
He unlocked the door, and I entered behind him. I could hear Nyomi in the kitchen talking, and I assumed she was on the phone. Nyeem entered the kitchen first, greeting his mother with a kiss on the cheek. She didn’t see me at first, and when she did, her whole demeanor changed.
“Skye, my son allowed an unwanted guest into my home. Let me call you back.”
She didn’t wait for her friend to respond before ending the call.
“Nyeem, why did you let him in?”
“Huh?”
“Boy, if you can huh, you can hear me. Go to your room.”
He kissed her cheek again and rushed past me, stifling a laugh. I entered the kitchen and leaned against the counter, folding my arms across my chest.
“I told you we’d talk in a few days,” she said with an attitude.
“Whatever you plan to say to me in a few days can be said right now.”
“Kilo, I’m not in the mood for this.”
“Listen, baby. I apologize for sharing the news with your family the way I did, but you don’t understand how excited I am. You’re carrying my first child. No other woman has ever been blessed with my seeds. This is a big deal for me.”
“I know, but I at least wanted to go to the doctor to make sure everything is okay before we told anyone.”
“Why wouldn’t everything be okay? Don’t assume the worst.”
