Page 72 of Session 25

I was out the door within an hour. The orange baby doll dress I opted for wrapped around my belly perfectly. Five months and glowing, I pulled my curls into a half up, half down hairstyle. Roman treated me to a black Chanel pouch and the matching slides.

I did my best not to waddle as I walked towards the door. “I’m leaving,” I yelled out.

“Wait, do not touch that damn door.” Roman ran towards the door and opened it. He walked me downstairs to where his driver was, kissed me, and watched until we drove off.

I was awakened by the driver when we arrived. Caught off guard, I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth. Mad, I had gone to sleep that fast.

“Thanks.” I got out of the car just as Marcel was coming down the block, pushing the baby stroller.

“Wow. Look at you.” He stopped right in front of me. His son was sleeping, looking just how Marcel used to look when he was sleeping. A wave of emotion hit me.

“Yea.” I looked away. “Excuse me.” I tried to walk by.

“Is that my baby? Are you hiding a pregnancy from me?”

“Marcel, move. I am five months. We ain’t fuck in a long time, so no, this is not your baby!” I yelled out, frustrated.

“Yea aight. You bitches will lie and then pop up trying to get something from me.” I didn’t expect the hostility from him. He was the one who did me wrong and then chased me down as if I was the fuck up.

The driver hopped out of the car, coming to my side to see if I was okay.

“Another one? Oh, so you really showing your true colors, huh? A bounce around just like me,” he chuckled.

“Do you need me to call Roman, miss?” He asked, grilling Marcel.

“No. He isn’t worth it. I’m going upstairs,” I turned to him before trying to walk around Marcel, when he grabbed my arm, forcibly pulling me back.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

“Get off of me.” We both were tugging before I finally broke free of his grasp. By the time I was free, Roman’s driver was up in Marcel’s face.

“You better go on and move around before I make an example out of you, playboy.” He moved the blazer he wore to the side displaying the steel. I didn’t realize that Roman had hired an armed driver for me until today. When he said he wanted me protected at all times, this was not what I expected.

“Ima see you, Koi. And if I find out that’s my seed, Ima fuck your ass up and can’t nobody save you!” I swallowed hard. My heart raced, and my hands shook. My nerves were shot.

“Thanks,” was all I said before I got upstairs to my parents’ house. I didn’t stop at the door; I headed straight towards the bathroom, looking at my reflection and inspecting my sore arm.

Roman’s name popped up on my phone. I expected him to check in since I knew the car had GPS attached to his app.

“Hel, hello,” I tried to sound as calm as I could.

“Do I gotta come and beat the fuck out that muthafucka? Answer this FaceTime. Let me see your fucking arm.” Scared shit less, I answered the call, immediately turning the camera towards my arm. “Yea, I’m coming. And you gonna tell me everywhere he hangs out at.” Roman boasted. “Let me look at you.”

Blinking back the tears, I swallowed. “I’m okay.”

“Bullshit. Why was you crying then? And why the fuck I gotta hear this from my driver and not you?”

Unable to control myself, I sobbed into the phone. “Babe, I was gonna tell you, I just got in the house. I swear.”

“You should have called me right away. That nigga is unstable, and you are pregnant!” The vein in his forehead and neck was now on full display.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to whisper when a knock came at the bathroom door.

“Go talk to ya’ family, I’m on my way.” The call ended.

“Sorry, I was on the phone.”

“What is Marcel doing out in front of the building? He drunk?” I didn’t know why he was acting the way he was, but he needed to leave now if he wanted to live. Sicily looked just as puzzled as I was.