Chapter 22 #2
Mixie thought a nigga was finna demand she come home, and when I didn’t, she went the fuck off.
I was tryna end shit in a way that we didn’t have any negative feelings against each other since we’re going to share a baby.
She wasn’t tryna hear a nigga though. No matter how I tried to put shit, Mixie wasn’t hearing anything besides us being together as a family.
I eventually got tired of going back and forth with Mixie.
Plus, I wasn’t trying to stress her out.
I offered to let her come back to the condo since that was where all her stuff was and she was familiar with it.
I could have gotten Juniper and me a room until we found another crib.
Why I said that ‘cause I don’t think it dawned on Mixie that I wanted to really be with Juniper until I said that.
Then the guilt trip started, and I tried to get why she wanted to be with me so bad, but she couldn’t even tell a nigga besides saying we had too many years.
I put some money in her pocket and left after that.
Mixie confirmed everything I needed. She wasn’t meant for a nigga, and I wasn’t meant for her.
In the last few months with Juniper, I knew more about her than I did Mixie.
After spending years with her, there was little I could even tell you about Mixie.
Juniper though, I could tell what she was thinking before she thought it.
Later that same night, Mixie brought her ass back to the condo slamming shit, huffing and puffing.
Acting like a bitch forreal. I guess she thought she laid the law down when she told me she wasn’t losing me without a fight.
What she failed to understand was that there wasn’t a fight because Juniper had won.
In the weeks since I hadn’t slept in the same room as Mixie.
I did check on her everyday to make sure she was good, but other than that, I didn’t do no romantic shit with her.
If I wasn’t tryna figure out what Big Frank had going on, I was up under Juniper.
Quiet as it was kept, Juniper had been looking for a new crib for us.
I still hadn’t told Juni about the baby, but I was going to tonight.
I wasn’t feeling the lying shit, it wasn’t in my character to do foul shit like that.
A nigga might have to get on his Keith Sweat shit,begging and eating coochie.
For Juniper, I would do whatever I had to, to keep her in my future.
“Can you step on here for me?” the nurse asked, pointing to the scale.
“Do you mind holding my purse? Or is that too much to ask of my baby daddy?” Mixie said to me with an attitude and her purse held out to me.
Instead of replying, I grabbed the purse from her and ignored her.
After the nurse got her weight, she led us into the room.
Mixie sat on the exam table, and I sat in a chair in the corner.
The nurse was asking Mixie’s question, but she was being rude as fuck for no reason.
It was crazy, I always knew Mixie had an attitude, but it never phased me because it wasn’t towards me.
Seeing that shit now was a turn off. Once the nurse left out the room, we fell into the awkward silence we’d been sitting in since we got in the car.
I didn’t mind; I wasn’t here for Mixie’s funky ass attitude, I was just making sure my seed was healthy and growing.
”Hey, Mom,” the female doctor said, coming into the room. She turned towards me waving as she said, “Dad, I take it?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, keeping it brief.
”Mixie, your blood pressure is high, and you’ve lost almost ten pounds. Is everything okay?” Her doctor sounded concerned. “As well as your uterus measuring small for being almost at the six month mark.”
Mixie let out a deep breath cutting her eyes to me.
“Well, the father of my child and boyfriend of over five years wants to leave me while I’m pregnant for one of his dirty bitches when he knows I’m fucking high risk.
I feel like he wants me to lose our baby so he can ride off into the sunset with his new bitch. ”
The doctor and me were both shocked. I figured Mixie was gonna say some bullshit, but her ass went there.
“Unfortunately, Ms.Hill, the only thing you can focus on is your health and your baby’s. We can’t control what others do, only how we react. You have to decide what is more important, him or your unborn child,” the doctor spoke with her attention on Mixie.
“Aye, Ion know about all that extra shit ‘cause it’s irrelevant, forreal-forreal, but I want my seed here just as much as she do. I ain’t tryna stress her or no shit like that.
I’d be fucked up just like she would if something happened to my seed.
We in new territory for the both of us, but at the end of the day, my main priority is my seed.
” I wasn’t feeling how Mixie was tryna paint a nigga as the bad guy.
The situation was fucked up, but we all played a part in the hand we were dealt.
Mixie wasn’t innocent, neither was I. She wanted to play the victim, and that irked my nerves.
If we were keeping it real, Mixie damn near didin’t give a fuck about me and Juniper as long as her world didn’t get disturbed.
She’d told me one too many times to go fuck with Juniper because what I wanted to do wasn’t shit she did.
I shouldn’t have spent as much time with Juniper, but it was what it was.
We couldn’t change shit, what was the point of beating on a dead horse?
“I understand how complex these things can be, Mr…?”
”Faheem.”
“”Faheem, but some things can be held off until things are more stable with Ms.Hill’s pregnancy.
We don’t want this one to end up like the last. Unfortunately because your blood pressure is so high, I don’t feel safe releasing you to go home.
I’m going to have you admitted until we can get your blood pressure down as well as a safe stress free environment to go home to.
” The doctor gave me a stern look when she said the last part.
“See the shit you and your bitch caused, Faheem?” Mixie spat at me angrily.
“Man, go on with that shit, Mixie.” I waved her off as I pulled my vibrating phone out my pocket.
”Let me guess, that’s your bitch. You’re gonna leave me here the entire time by myself,” Mixie said with tears welling in her eyes.
“Now, Faheem, you know a strong support system is key to a healthy baby. You will be here while Ms.Hill is in the hospital, correct?”
”For sure. You ain’t even gotta ask me that.” I declined Juniper’s phone call, shooting her a text message. She hated when I did that, but I couldn’t talk right now.
Once I got Mixie situated in her room, I’d step out to call Juniper.
From the middle finger emoji Juniper sent me, she was fine.
I told her I loved her and I would call her later.
I ain’t have no choice but to let her know what was up when I called her ‘cause I knew I wasn’t coming home tonight at least. I had to make sure my seed was good.