Chapter 30
Zaylee Cooper
A Month Later
“Whose going first?” Yanna asked with one hand on her hip and the other holding the stem of her wine glass.
Yanna had been cracking jokes since she’d walked through my front door.
I didn’t find anything funny and I wanted to kick my own ass right now.
This couldn’t be my life, and I could have been this fucking reckless…
again. I was too old to be getting pregnant by a nigga that I was supposed to be just fucking.
If I was being honest with myself I didn’t need to take a pregnancy test because the firmness of my stomach confirmed what I already knew.
However, I wanted to be in denial. This couldn’t be true.
There was no way I so easily got pregnant by Mikael again after going years without ever having a pregnancy scare.
My period had been the one reliable thing I knew was coming every second week of the month.
When I went two months in a row without seeing my period, I started to panic.
I gave myself a false bravado not thinking I could get pregnant so easily because of what my doctors had told me over the years.
Then month three and now month four with no period in sight.
I still wasn’t ready to believe I was carrying that nigga’s baby.
I hadn’t said a word to Mikael since we last saw each other.
He wanted me to be happy because he found out the truth about my miscarriage and he was ready to be with me again.
I had no idea who or what Mikael thought about me, but I wasn't desperate for him. Just because I loved him didn’t mean I was going to let him treat me any kind of way.
Love didn’t hurt the way Mikael hurt me and for whatever reason he couldn’t comprehend that.
I feel like Mikael still wanted me to be the same girl who ran behind him blindly.
I would never be that girl again and if he thought differently he was in for a rude awakening.
Now, I won’t say I hadn’t entertained the idea of being with Mikael again.
He was the man I always dreamed about spending my life with.
I had never loved a man the way that I love Mikael.
Not even a close second. No other nigga measured up to Mikael in my eyes.
It only made sense for me to want to be with again.
My issues was Mikael’s lack of accountability for his actions.
He wanted to skim over everything he did wrong and pretend none of it happened now that he knew the truth.
Fuck my pain, fuck him fucking my cousin, and all the other bullshit he’d done to me over the years.
I was supposed to magically forget all of it happened for the sake of us being back together.
That didn’t work for me, I needed him to acknowledge what he did wrong and at least act like he cared.
I wasn’t asking for a lot. Honestly, it was the bare minimum and until he could give me that I didn’t have anything for him.
“I don’t even see why she wants us to take these tests with her. Clearly, she doesn’t need it.” Solana snicked from her seat next to me on my couch.
Solana did what most females couldn’t, made me and Yanna like her. I was for sure not fond of females and Yanna was a bitch on her nice days. The fact that we both liked Solana spoke volume. She rounded out our duo into the perfect trio.
“Who you telling,” Yanna's messy ass agreed with Solana, and they shared a laugh at my expense.
“Both of you hos can kiss my ass and since you wanna run ya mouth so much you go first,” I said tossing the pregnancy test at Yanna.
“No problem boo,” Yanna childishly blew a kiss my way and I flipped her off as she went into my bathroom.
“You know this is silly?” Solana said with a small smile.
“Friends do silly things with friends, right?” I replied slyly looking at Solana out the corner of my eye.
“Sure do, that’s why Imma go take this test. Definitely not prego.” Solana said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“What’s wrong boo?”
“Marlo’s stupid ass. Since all that stuff came out about Fallon and Braxton possibly not being his.
He’s been super cold and distant. I get it, he’s dealing with a lot, but I feel like he’s punishing me for what Fallon did.
I’m trying to be there for him but he’s giving me his ass to kiss.
It’s not my fault he got played by a geriatric patient.
” Solana rolled her eyes then leaned forward taking a big gulp from her wine glass that was on my coffee table.
“I’m tempted to tell him to get out of my house with all that bad energy he got. ”
I felt were Solana was coming from niggas wanted you to do and be everything for them while they treated you like shit. Even though I liked Marlo, he was still a nigga at the end of the day. “Fuck him if he don’t appreciate you. Move around it’s plenty of niggas in Beaumont.”
“Absolutely not, If I start dating again it won’t be any niggas from here.” Solana shook her head and I laughed knowing she was talking about her run in with Marlo’s cousin. After Marol took her to pond town she swore off any niggas from Beaumont.
“Nexxxt!” Yanna called when she came out of the bathroom.
She had the pregnancy test she took wrapped up in toilet paper.
In my denial I came up with the idea for her and Solana to take the test with me to help with my anxiety.
We were all going to look at the same time.
Secretly I was praying that my test wasn’t going to be the only positive one.
Mostly likely it was going to be Solana because Yanna had been single since I came back here.
She never doubled back to her ex, she said she didn’t want to keep dealing with the same song and dance for another year.
Yanna had been focusing on herself, and she hadn’t thought about dating.
Solana got up from her seat then walked into the bathroom returning a few minutes later taking her seat back. “Go head,” Solana said shooing me off.
Reluctantly I got up from my seat, taking my sweet ass time walking to the bathroom.
“If you don’t hurry ya ass up. I’m not finna play with you.” Yanna said walking up grabbing my arm and playfully dragging me to my bathroom. “Chop, chop, preggo. I’m tryna make it to the liquor store. I need another bottle of wine.”
“I wanna go, I need a couple of them before I go home and have to deal with Mr. Grumpy,” Solana chimed in.
I rolled my eyes at the both of them. “You bitches need to go to AA not the liquor store,” I playfully said, lowkey jealous I couldn’t drink with them.
“And you need to be making a doctor’s appointment instead of taking a pregnancy test. But here we are,” Yanna said, snaking her neck from side to side.
I went inside the bathroom slamming the door shut for dramatic purposes.
I unwrapped my test nervously hands shaking as I pulled the cap of the test. Walking over to the toilet I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down sitting on the toilet.
Then sticking the test between my legs as I peed on the stick.
Once I was done I wrapped the test in toilet paper, sitting it on the sink.
I wiped myself, flushed the toilet and fixed my clothes and washed my hands.
Before grabbing the test from the counter and heading back to my living room.
Solana and Yanna both were staring at me with knowing expressions.
“Let’s get this over with,” I groaned standing in front of my coffee table as I looked between Yanna and Solana.
“On the count of three we’re going to all look.
” They both picked up their test from the table, as I started counting.
“One..Two…Three,” We all unraveled our test and of course mine said pregnant.
“Bullshit,” Yanna shrieked standing to her feet, smacking herself on her forehead with an open palm. “Ain’t no fucking way. Zaylee, please tell me these are joke test or something. This shit says positive!"
“I thought you wasn’t fucking?” I skeptically questioned her through squinted eyes.
“Girl, this nigga gone kill me. Literally. This can’t be real life.” Yanna continued to pace back and forth.
“What nigga?”
“Fucking Will!” Yanna said in an aggravated tone like I was supposed to know she was talking about her ex.
“Why would he kill you?” I was still confused by her panic. I didn’t think Yanna would be thrilled to be pregnant, but she was really acting like she was scared.
“Biiitch…I’m pregnant by his fucking brother. OH, MY this isn’t happening to me right now!”
“Ya-” I was lost for words with Yanna’s sneaky ass.
She never mentioned sleeping with Will’s brother.
That ho knew she was up to no good that’s why she hadn’t said shit.
But Yanna and her theatrics weren’t what stopped me from talking.
It was seeing tears streaming down Solana’s face.
“Boo, why are you crying?” I asked rushing over to Solana and Yanna followed suit.
We took seats on the opposite sides of her.
“I’m preggnnaaattt,” She cried with her lips scrunched up. “I can’t be pregnant.” She cried heaving like she was forgetting to breathe.
“It’s okay boo. You’re gonna be okay. We’re all in the same boat.” Yanna said rubbing Solana’s back soothingly.
“Yeah, we all in the same boat but at least our babies will grow up together.” I said whipping the tears from her cheeks.
“But no, I can’t have this baby. No, no, me and Marlo got into it really bad earlier. He said he didn’t want to be with me because he didn’t trust bitches. He said we could be friends.” Solana cried working herself up again as she explained herself.
“Well fuck his ass then. You know you have Zaylee and me. We’ll help with the baby,” Yanna said and I nodded my head in agreement.
“No, I’m not bringing another baby in this world to raise on my own.”