The door opened and Sosa walked in.
"What are you doing here?" I said, wiping my face.
"Mya called me," he said. "She said you was sick."
"I'm fine. You can leave."
"Yah-Yah—"
"I'm pregnant, Sosa!" I yelled, my voice breaking. "Is that what you wanna hear? I'm pregnant and you kicked me out and moved on and I'm fucking pregnant!"
His eyes went wide. "What?"
"You heard me," I said, fresh tears falling. "I'm pregnant. So congratulations, you really fucked my life up."
He stood there for a second, looking stunned. Then he moved closer, kneeling down next to the bed.
"Yasani, baby, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so fucking sorry for everything. For Sheree, for putting you out, for all of it."
"Sorry don't change shit, you cheated, just like the last nigga cheated on me. I’m really learning that’s what niggas do" I said, turning away from him.
"I know it don't change shit," he said. "But I need you to hear me. What happened with Sheree wasn't nothing. It was stupid as fuck on my part, it was a mistake, and it honestly didn't mean shit to me. You the one I want."
"You got a fucked up way of showing you only want me."
"I know," he said, grabbing my hand. "And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. I miss you, Yah. I miss you so fucking much. The crib don't feel right without you. I don't feel right without you."
I looked at him, really looked at him, and I could see he meant it. His eyes was red, his face looked tired, and he looked like he'd been through hell.
"If I forgive you, and I ain't saying I am, but IF I forgive you," I said, my voice shaking, "you bet not ever do no shit like that again. You hear me? You cross that line again, you'll never see nor hear from me again. Or this baby."
"I put it on my life, Yah-Yah," he said, pulling me into his arms. "I'll never hurt you again. Never."
I let him hold me, let myself cry into his chest. I didn't know if I was making the right decision, but I knew I still loved him. And that had to be enough for now. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to raise a baby on my own.
"I love you," he whispered into my hair. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I said softly. "But you on thin ice, Sontae fucking Maddox. Real fucking thin."
"I know, baby. I know."
He held me tighter, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like things might be okay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Present Day
Sosa
The first thing I did when I walked in the back door was slide my arm around Yah-Yah ’s waist, lean down, and kiss that pretty ass mouth of hers before she could start nagging a nigga. She still tasted like whatever lip gloss she had on, and it was sweet and sticky.
“You mad at me?” I asked, grinning because I already knew the answer.
“Mad as fuck, you stay not answering that damn phone,” she shot back, still stirring her pot like she was tryna murder the macaroni.
“And where the hell the ribs at?”
“I told you I handled it bae” I said, smacking her ass before she could go off. “I ordered from I-57 rib house, Zurie’s picking them up for me.”
