Once at home, I ate, showered, and got comfortable on my sofa before calling Preston. My hands were shaking, and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. It would’ve been so much easier to just text him, but I thought it would be better to give him the courtesy of a call.
After about four rings, he answered. “What’s up?” His greeting was dry, but I didn’t let that deter me. I didn’t call him to kick it; I just needed to tell him what was up.
“Hey, Preston. I apologize for calling you out of the blue like this, but I got some news today, and I didn’t want to text it. I’m pregnant.”
“What the fuck you just say?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
“What the fuck you tellin’ me for? We was just fuckin’ around. This sounds like some bullshit.”
“Listen, I wouldn’t call you on no bullshit. The morning of the party, we had sex. You were supposed to pull out. Did you fuck up the pullout?”
“Nigga, what? What is you talkin’ ’bout?”
He was pissing me off. Knowing how irritating he could be, I should’ve prepared for that possibility. “I’m talking about you fucking up the pullout and leaving me a little gift I didn’t ask for, nigga.”
“Shorty, please. I never fuck tricks without protection. You was a trick.”
“You were a trick, too,” I assured him. “My little YN jump-off. That’s neither here nor there. You clearly fucked up the pullout the morning of the party, because I’m pregnant.”
He sighed deeply. “This your way of getting money from me?”
“Nice try, boo. I’m not one of your family members. This is my way of letting you know what’s up. Do with the information what you will, and have a nice life.” I never missed the days of landline phones so much. I wanted to slam the phone down in his ear. Before I could end the call, he said my name. Well, not my actual name. He pretended not to know my actual name.
“Wynnie.”
“Stop calling me that!” I fussed. “My name is Wyndi. Like when the wind is blowing outside? Wyndi.”
“Whatever the fuck your name is, if you are pregnant, you need to get rid of it. ASAP.”
“Like I said, have a nice life.” I flung the phone to the other side of the sofa and brought both hands up to my face. “Aah!” I screamed into the silence of my home.
This was the worst possible way this could happen. “Pregnant, after ho behavior and when everything is fucked up,” I mumbled to myself. “No man. Random baby’s daddy that will probably never make an effort to know the child. Pregnant after I blew my savings on the same fuck nigga who will probably never make an effort to know the child. New man on the horizon who offers all the best possibilities. Gotta tell him I’m pregnant by his teammate, after me and him spent a weekend fucking up on each other. More ho behavior.”
My phone buzzed with a text notification. I grabbed it from where I’d tossed it aside.
Kaynaan:
What’s up, Brown Eyes?
I read the text until the tears falling from my eyes blurred my vision. What was up was that a bad decision had just turned my life upside down.
