Chapter 30 #2
“Maybe you should talk to Marlo and see where his head is, he might have just been mad. I don’t want you to make any rash decisions while you’re emotional,” I tried to reason with Solana.
“I can’t,” Solana adamantly replied, throwing her head over the back of the couch. “I’m not keeping this baby. I can’t even be that far along. Five or six weeks at most.”
“If that’s what you wanna do you know we’re going to be here for you.” I said, grabbing Solana’s hand, squeezing it in a comforting way.
This wasn’t the outcome I was expecting.
I knew I was pregnant but Yanna and Solana being pregnant too.
Didn’t see that coming. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being pregnant.
I think a part of me was still in denial.
Abortion was not an option for me; I didn’t want to mess with my ovaries any more than needed.
I was really toying with the idea of not telling Mikael.
It sounded good but eventually it would bite me in the ass.
Mikael would probably try to kill me if I kept this baby from him.
I guess I had to put on my big girl drawls and call Mikael’s stupid ass.
I hated that Solana felt like she had to get rid of her baby.
I wish there was a way for me to convince her not to go through with the abortion.
She was an amazing mom and the way she took care of Sunshyne, this baby would be loved and taken care of.
I knew Marlo might have said whatever he said but he wouldn’t let her take care of their baby alone.
Yeah he had a lot going on and probably was taking some of it out on Solana.
He needed to get his shit together because he clearly has deep feelings for Solana.
Anytime he looked at her he had hearts in his eyes.
Hopefully, some clarity will come from this situation and not destruction.
Yanna’s sneaky ass wasn’t off the hook either.
Once the time was right she was gonna have to tell me everything her sneaky ass had been up to since she wanted to be all tight lipped.
I couldn’t wait to tear into her ass. The three of us ended up stuffing our faces then Yanna and Solana left a few hours after some much needed girl talk.
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Later That Night
“The fuck you blowin’ my phone up for?” Mikael grumbled when I opened my front door.
I returned the frown that he had on his face back to him. “Apparently I needed you for something.
His funky attitude made me regret reaching out to him.
Mikael hadn’t answered not one of my calls or text messages I sent to him.
His Black ass left me on read all day; he had me heated.
I had to talk myself out of going over to his house and cussing him out.
To keep me from acting a fool I went to sleep early and just when that deep sleep hit me here comes banging on my door waking me up.
Instead of calling me back like a normal person Mikael decided to bang on my door at almost midnight.
I should have left him standing outside like he left me on read.
If this had been for any other reason but to tell him about this baby, I would have.
“What you want?” He asked huffing and puffing like I was inconveniencing him too much.
“You don’t want to come in?”
“If you ain’t got company.” He smartly said as he stepped past me walking into my house.
“I didn’t call you over here for all this hostel attitude stuff you got going on.” I said talking to his back after I close my front door and following behind him to my living room.
“I’m chilling. Just ready to lay my ass down in my bed.” He said plopping down onto my couch. “What you call me here for? You couldn’t call ya other nigga.” Mikael snarled at me as glared at me evilly.
“What other nigga?” I asked angrily squinting my eyes at him and placing my hand on my hip.
“Don’t play stupid. The same nigga you had outside changing your tire after you asked me to.”
Rearing my head back as I asked, “What are you talking about?”
“You serious huh?” Mikael let out a bitter chuckle. “That nerdy nigga you was fucking with when you first moved back here,”
“I haven’t talked to him since the day you showed up to my condo.”
“Bullshit. You had that nigga changing ya tire.” He accused me.
“NO, the fuck I didn’t. I literally haven’t seen or heard from Lamelle in months.
He texted me one time calling me a whore and I blocked him.
” I unlocked my phone that was in my hand scrolling to my message thread with Lamelle.
I pushed the phone in Mikael’s face, “See.” I didn’t have a reason to lie to him.
Mikael looked at the messages and then he pushed my phone from his face. “Well, that nigga must be stalking you cause he was outside the day I went to change ya tire and he said you called him.”
“Are you serious? Do you know all four of my tires were flat when I went back out there? I thought you did that being childish.” I replied, shocked.
Lamelle had vanished into thin air after he cussed me out.
I didn’t even bother to read that long ass message he sent me; I blocked him and kept it pushing.
I figured he did the same because I hadn’t heard from him, but it creeped me out knowing he had been lurking around my house.
It made more sense that he was the one to flatten all my tires, but I didn’t understand why he was doing all the sneaking. It was giving stalker.
“Dead ass?” Mikael said sitting straight up, you could tell the wheels in his head were turning. “Man, that’s the reason I ain’t wanna fuck with you I thought you was tryna play both sides. On some ho shit.”
I mushed him in the side of his head. “Nigga I ain’t never been a ho. Be for real.”
“Shit, ion know with all that freaky shit you be doin’ now. Can never be too sure.”
“Boy fuck you. You made cause I know how to ride dick the right way.”
“If I was mad it would be cause I wasn’t the one who taught you, but that’s not here nor there. I’m still tryna figure out why you was blowin’ a nigga up.”
“I’m pregnant,” I told him in an even tone.
“You forreal?” Mikael calmly asked me with his eyes staring deep into mine.
“Yeah, you got me again.”
“I did,” A grin slowly spread across Mikael's face. “You know how far you are?”
“Three more likely closer to four. Might be further.” I told him as I reached down for his hand placing it on my hard belly.
“FOUR months? Zaylee ain’t no way you ain’t know you was pregnant this long.” He said with his eyes glued to my stomach as he continued to rub it.
I shrugged, “I had an idea, but I been in denial. I still am.”
“Man, this is crazy.”
“I know. Imma make a doctor's appointment on Monday. I’ll let you know all the details so you can come with me.”
“I’m excited,” Mikael had a sparkle of happiness in his eyes. I was happy he was happy. I was still coming to terms with being pregnant, but I would come around eventually.
“Me too, we got so much to get in order. We gotta buy two of everything. This is about to be sooo stressful,” I groaned pouting thinking about everything that was going to need to be done.
“What you mean two of everything for?” Mikael asked bawling his face up in confusion.
“The baby’s gonna need stuff for your house and mine.”
“You don’t think this is sign we need to work on fixing us. So, we can raise our baby in a two parent home?”
“Uhh, ideally but I don’t think we’re there.” I replied nervously scratching the side of my head. I didn’t like the way Mikael was staring at me.
“Here you go with this stupid shit, Zaylee I’m raising my seed under the same roof as they mama. I’m not with that going to house to house and missing moment because I don’t live with my seed. Hell nah, Imma be there for everything.”
“And you can just not in the same house.” I responded slightly annoyed by him thinking us having a baby meant we should be together.
A baby wasn’t a reason to be with somebody. I wanted my nigga to want me for me. Not because I was having his baby and he wanted to raise them in a two parent household.
“I ain’t tryna hear that,” Mikael waved me off as he kicked his shoes off. “I said what I said.” Mikael rudely said standing to his feet. He looked down at me, then kissed my forehead before he walked past me out my living room.
I threw my hands up letting them slap my thighs dramatically. Mikael was about to get on my fucking nerves. He already wasn’t listening to what I had to say. He was only going to get worse the further along I got. What did I get myself into?
“Where are you going Mikael?” I rushed out of my living room, hurrying to catch up to him.
Whipping around he looked at me like I was asking a dumb question. “The fuck it look like. I’m finna go lay down.”
“Where at?” I asked, stopping a few inches away from Mikael.
“In ya bed,” He answered matter-of-factly. “And you finna come lay with me.”
“I’m not having sex with you!”
“I don’t wanna fuck you either. I wanna rub my seed,” Mikael looked at me and for the first time in a while I saw the vulnerable version of Mikael. I could see the fear, happiness, anxiousness, and nervousness.
My heart ached seeing him dealing with so many emotions at once.
I didn’t think me being pregnant would have the impact it was having on him.
I figured he might have been nonchalant with the way things had been between us.
Mikael was proving me wrong, he was happy, but he was looking like he was expecting a repeat of the last time I told him I was pregnant.
We stared at each other silently. He wanted me to lay down with him and I didn’t want to.
However, I couldn’t take the stare down he was giving me, my shoulders.
“Come on,” I softly said, looking at him seeing relief wash over his face as I walked ahead of him towards my room.
I had no idea what the future held for Mikael and I, the only thing I knew for sure was that we were going to be parents to a newborn baby soon and that was what I had to keep my focus on.