Chapter 26
Days like today were painful. Rainy days made me feel like the world was crumbling and I couldn’t figure out why I was crying so much today.
I was so ready to get this baby out of me so I could have my body back.
Every day I got out of bed bigger than I was the day before.
Law would always tell me how beautiful I was, but I didn’t feel beautiful at all.
My hair was thick and wild, my face was breaking out and I couldn’t fit shit in my closet.
“What you did today?” Law asked, grabbing an apple as he watched me intensely.
“Does it look like I did anything? I was barely able to get my fat ass out of bed and cook. Why are you asking me questions?”
“Nothing. I can’t ask my future wife what she did all day?”
He wasn’t slick. He was trying to see if I went and busted that bitch tires out.
You damn right I did. I blame Lauryn Hill for my bout with depression and the damn rain.
Earlier, I was sitting here listening to Pandora radio, Lauryn’s song the Ex-Factor came on and the tears started flowing thinking about Law showing up to my place with a condom still on his dick, him talking to her on the phone in traffic and then the recording.
I got my pregnant ass up and drove to her house and released all that energy out on the tires of her car before I pulled off and brought my ass home to cook my man a nice meal.
It was childish as fuck once I got home, but it made me feel a little better.
Really, nothing would make me feel better until she was dead.
She was going to always be in the back of my damn mind.
“Your hair is wet.” He kissed the nape of my neck.
“I took a shower. Now, could you give me a little space while I fix your plate?”
“Nah, I got it. Go sit down and I’ll serve you.”
“You don’t have to do that. Can you let me do what I enjoy doing before you let another bitch do that?”
“Here we go. Where your keys at. I left something in your car.”
Shit! I could not let him go to my car. Then he would know my ass left the house for sure.
“What you need? I’ll go get it.”
“What you gon’ do? Fix the plate or go to the car?”
“I’ll go to the car and fix the damn plates. What the fuck is your problem?”
“You lying is my problem, but fuck it. I don’t need shit out your car, just fix my damn plate and sit your lying ass the fuck down somewhere before you lose my damn baby.”
“What the fuck you mean, I’m lying? What have I done now?”
“You know I hate that shit. I thought we were starting over?”
“We are.”
“So, tell me why you lying about not going anywhere and I know the truth already?”
“Nigga, if you know the truth then why the fuck you questioning me?”
“This my last time telling you to leave that damn girl alone.”
“Fuck her and everything she stands for. Since you sitting your ass here taking up for her, take your ass over there and eat.”
I moved away from the table and a sharp pain hit me out of nowhere. My hand instantly went to my stomach as the pain ripped through my body again. It didn’t take Law long to jump into action and scoop me up.
“I’m tired of arguing with you about resting.
If you do anything else dumb, I swear I’ll tell your doctor the fucking shit you doing so you can be put on bed rest in the hospital.
Think I’m playing if you want to.” He placed me in the bed and pulled the cover up over me.
“Give the pains an hour. If they keep on, then we’re going to the hospital.
I’ll be downstairs because obviously we can’t get along right now. ”
As soon as he closed the door to our bedroom, I threw a pillow at the door.
This was going to be the longest pregnancy in history.
Law wasn’t playing with me though, so I did need to chill before shit went wrong with my baby.
He would never forgive me if that happened and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
Around eleven, I had eaten and was up browsing on my phone while Law was snoring next to me like he had worked a hard job.
His ass hadn’t done shit but watch me like a damn hawk.
Social media had a way of getting under people’s skin.
Pinkie was on Instagram with a video of her four brand new tires.
I was curious to know what the fuck she was saying, so I clicked the video and turned the volume down so low that I had to put the speaker to my ear.
“Did she just say?” I looked over at Law before I hit the video again.
“Bitches ridiculous in the city. Bitch fucked my shit up, so I made her nigga Zelle me the money to get it fixed, you dizzy bitch,” Pinkie said before laughing in the camera.
My hands were literally shaking when I put my phone down and looked at Law.
Easing out of the bed, I went on his side and picked his phone up.
He had a few notifications on his home screen before I put my birthday in and went to his banking app.
I wanted this hoe to be lying but the evidence was right in my damn face.
Law sent the hoe five racks to get her tires and shit fixed.
I stood over Law, admiring at how fine of a man he was but that didn’t stop me from ramming his damn phone dead into his face.
“You sending a bitch money now?” I asked, raining punches in his face.
He woke up in a daze until my fist connected with that lip and it busted. Law grabbed me so hard and slammed me down on the bed.
“Fuck is wrong with you?” He shook me violently.
“You said you were done,” I cried. “You’re not done with her yet. Why are you here with me? Is it the baby?”
Law released me and went to the bathroom to stop his lip from bleeding. I got up and followed him because I wasn’t done arguing. When he didn’t want to argue, he either ignored me or left.
“Five thousand dollars, Law? Did you forget we have a baby on the way? It don’t matter to you no way, huh? Since you got so much time on your hands, get the fuck out until you make your mind up.”
“Get the fuck out of where? You got me fucked up, Summer. Take your ass back to bed and try that shit again. I wouldn’t have sent her ass shit if you didn’t go to that bitch house and fuck with her shit. Now it’s my fault that I got her shit fixed.”
“Okay, yea I went and did that but we wouldn’t be here if you could’ve kept your dick in your pants.”
“Look, I took the blame for the shit but goddamn now. I apologized and you still fucking with that girl. Can we please go back to normal? Shit really getting on my damn nerves.”
I left him in the bathroom and went into his closet and started snatching his shit off the hangers. His ass got back in the bed and acted like I wasn’t about to put his ass out. He had me fucked up.
“Summer, lay the fuck down.”
“No, you get the fuck out!” I yelled, slamming his shit down on the bed.
“You want me out?”
“Yes.”
He threw the cover off of him and started packing his own shit.
I stood there watching, wanting to stop him but my pride wouldn’t let him.
The shit talking side of me had put my foot in my damn mouth.
Law wasn’t the one to take too much shit, and usually he would let me slide, but tonight he wasn’t with it.
By the time he was done, there was nothing left in the closet but my shit. He had so much shit packed in his car that there was no way he could see out of the back window. He walked back in the house on the phone with LJ.
“Yea, I’ll be there in a few. Just til I figure out what the fuck I want to do.”
I stood there with my tears welling up in my eyes. Law didn’t even make eye contact with me as he got the last of his shit and walked out the door. I rushed to the door, hoping he wouldn’t leave but when I heard his car start and pull off, I knew I fucked up.