“I don’t know, I stopped throwing up and didn’t even really feel sick anymore not too long after you left. The soup and juice must have got me right.”
She tried to give me a kiss, but I moved my head out the way, dodging her lips. “Yeah, ayite, let me find out you in here tryna get ready for another nigga. Got me paying a temp and you in here throwing yo’ ass in a circle.” I frowned down at her, but she only giggled, unbothered.
“In my defense, I didn’t ask to stay home, you insisted with your bossy ass, so I did. I really don’t even think I was sick, to be honest. I might fuck around and be pregnant.” The way she said it was clearly a joke, but the color slowly drained from her face. “Oh shit! I might be pregnant!” Her entire demeanor changed, and her eyes widened as the realization hit. Wrestling out of my arms, she ran over to the couch and snatched up her phone.
“What the hell you doin’?” I watched in confusion as her fingers raced over the screen, as she mumbled under her breath.
“Nonononononono.” By the time I said fuck it and came over to see for myself, she was hyperventilating and easily released the phone so I could see what was on it. She had some shit pulled up on the screen, but it wasn’t registering to me until I saw that it said period tracker across the top. That was the last shit I was expecting, especially after my encounter with Raya, and I was truly at a loss for words. It had been a little over a month since Maasai’s wedding, and from the looks of things, Keyani hadn’t had a period since before that. I didn’t know much about that shit besides that it came once a month, and that was usually when I avoided bitches. Obviously, though, it wasn’t normal to miss that shit, and Keyani wasn’t happy about it either. She was still pacing the floor and cursing, so I stopped her and handed back the phone.
“Look, I don’t really know what that shit gotta do with a baby, but if you wanna take a test, we can do that so you’ll know for sure.”
“What you mean so I’ll know for sure?” she mocked, trying to make her voice sound like mine. “If I’m pregnant, we both need to know for sure!” The way she was glaring at me, a muthafucka would’ve thought I told her, her pussy stink, but all I took it for was her thinking I was making the shit a problem only she’d have to handle, but that was furthest from the truth. I wasn’t overexcited about maybe having a baby, especially when Raya was out on a rampage. However, I wasn’t mad about the shit either. I stopped Keyani before she could storm off, catching her around the waist and pulling her back in front of me.
“Calm all that shit down. I was just saying you because yo’ ass the one stressin’. If you pregnant, we gone figure out what to do, but I ain’t gone do you dirty, Key. Every nigga ain’t yo’ baby daddy.” I was trying to be nice, but judging from the look on her face, that shit sounded like an insult to her sensitive ears.
“I’m gone act like you ain’t just say that shady shit.” Clicking her tongue, she walked off, hopefully to get dressed because I was trying to be quick about getting to the store, and I still had to convince her that she and the kids needed to come back to my crib with me for a few nights.
She came back down a few minutes later in a yellow flowy top and some dark-wash skinny jeans, looking like she’d put a lot of thought into her outfit even though I knew she’d just thrown that shit on. I bit my lip, seeing that her toes were out and still looking suckable in the Tori Burch sandals she was wearing, and grabbed a handful of her ass.
“Get off me, freak! That’s why we in this mess in the first place!” she huffed, elbowing me, but it didn’t move me an inch.
“Nah, we in this mess ’cause you tried to dip out on me in Fiji and forgot about the Plan B.” The truth in my words hadher mean ass narrowing her eyes at me like I was scared of her little self, but she couldn’t deny that shit. I’d told her I’d get her one, but she was the one who wanted to try and run, so now she was possibly stuck with my baby. The thought low-key had me grinning as I followed her mad ass out to the car so we could go get the pregnancy test.
Shorty made me stop at the first Walgreens we saw, and tried to make me stay out in the car, but I wanted to be a part of the whole shit, even down to picking out her piss test. I’d never had a pregnancy scare, so I’d paid little to no attention to them muthafuckas, but the slew of different options on the shelves ’bout had me annoyed. They were priced all the way from a dollar up to thirty dollars, and some were digital while others just had a cheap ass looking white screen. Figuring the more we spent, the more accurate the results would be, I snatched up the most expensive one while Keyani mugged me like I’d done this shit by myself.
“You don’t have to spend that much, the dollar one is fine,” she grumbled, grabbing the one she was talking about off the shelf, and I snatched it and put that shit right back.
“Nothing but the best for my possible shorty,” I smirked, irritating her more as she walked off with a groan. She tried not to even stand too close to a nigga as I paid, and just to avoid a scene, I didn’t push her. “You want to grab some food before we go in?” I asked once we were back in the car and headed to her house.
“No, I just want to go home so I can get this out of the way.”
Frowning at her word choice, I corrected her ass quickly. “Sowecan get this out the way.” I ignored her rolling her eyes and just shook my head. She’d been the main one at the house wanting me to involve myself, and she was already reverting back to thatIshit.Petty ass.
She didn’t waste any time plucking the test out of the bag and stomping to the bathroom as soon as we stepped in her crib. My first instinct was to go with her, but the way she was acting, she’d fuck around and slam the door in my face, so I just waited in the bedroom. It wasn’t long before she came out and set the test down on her nightstand, then took a seat next to me like she was waiting for a jury verdict. My baby’s whole body was tense, and in an effort to calm her, I grabbed her hand up in mine, refusing to let go when she tried to snatch away.
“Aye man, chill out. You mad for nothing. I’m tryna be supportive, and you over there with your ass on your shoulders. We don’t even know if it’s positive or not yet.” She was already shaking her head before I finished.
“I know. This shit is just a formality, but my period is like clockwork, so if I missed it, then I’m most definitely pregnant.” She let out a groan and dropped her head into her hands. Scooting closer to her on the bed, I pulled her into my chest.
“Okay, then we’ll deal with it however you want. I ain’t sayin’ I’d be happy if you were pregnant and wanted to kill my shorty, but I don’t want you doin’ shit you don’t wanna do.”
“And if I wanna keep it? How do I know you really gone be there and I won’t end up stuck a single mother of three?” she quizzed, chin already quivering.
“You know ’cause I ain’t like that fuck ass nigga Javon.” I instantly felt insulted that she thought I’d abandon our baby or even her. I wasn’t willing to let her go before, but on the off chance some shit broke us up, I was still going to fuck with the twins heavy and shit would be no different with our baby. “Shit, if it makes you feel more secure, as soon as that test says positive, I’ll write you a check for a mil. That way you know y’all gone be cared for no matter what, but I’m telling you I ain’t going nowhere.” I didn’t know how else to make her understand just how serious I was. Blinking slowly, she studied my face, butthe test went off before she could speak. She hesitated to pick it back up, so I reached around her and grabbed it to take a look myself, and the word pregnant was blinking in the little window. I’d been talking all that shit, but as soon as I saw it was positive, I couldn’t help grinning. I was about to be somebody’s daddy! Keyani glanced down at the test with a sigh, and then her eyes were on me.
“You’re happy about this?”
“Hell yeah! I didn’t think I would be if I ever got somebody pregnant, but damn… It’s a little me growing in there.” I looked down at her stomach in awe because it was still flat as hell.
“Even with your parents and my baby daddy drama? You wanna keep this baby?” She hopped to her feet in front of me.
My face instantly fell, and I tilted my head at her. “I told you already if you didn’t want the baby then we could handle it. I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, shorty. Just a second ago, you were asking about what if you wanted to keep it. Now, you throwing my peoples in this shit when they don’t even matter. This is our baby, and I’m a grown ass man. You think I give a fuck about what my parents think about any of my decisions?” I was starting to get pissed off with the back-and-forth shit. I didn’t know if it was a pregnancy thing or what, but Keyani and her mood swings were about to have me punching a hole in the wall.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” I asked for clarification, forehead creased as I watched her start that pacing shit again. I already knew telling her about the shit with Raya was definitely going to have her leaning toward an abortion and probably breaking up with me, but I wanted to know how she felt before she found out about that.
“I don’t know what I want from you! On one hand, you’re amazing and great with my kids, and I trust you to do what yousay you will. But I also have to acknowledge that I didn’t even know your real name until the other day, and I didn’t find out from you. I didn’t know you were from such a wealthy family, and regardless of what you say, your parents don’t like me. They definitely won’t like that you got me pregnant.” I went to speak, but she put up her hand to stop me. “I need reassurance. This whole shit is all backward, and I just need some time to adjust.”
