Wonder #2
We ate and discussed the details of the reception.
I was excited about being engaged and even more excited at the fact that I had managed to eat, and I didn’t have the urge to throw up.
The food was so delicious that I wanted more.
However, I wasn’t going to push it. When we were done eating, Wilde and I cleaned the kitchen together.
“You ever think we’d be doing something as cheesy as cleaning the kitchen together?” I grinned making him chuckle.
“Hell nah, but I can dig it. I can dig everything about family life, G. This shit isn’t so bad.”
“It’s not bad at all,” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “And I love you real bad. You know that, but I’m tapping out. You got the rest of this on your own? I’m sleepy.”
Tossing his head back, Wilde laughed. “I got you, G. Go get some rest.” He pecked my lips, and I walked toward the stairs feeling like the luckiest woman alive.
The next day, I was at work sucking on ginger candy trying to get rid of my nausea.
Working was going to be hell for the next few months, but I was determined to get it done.
The hard part about my pregnancy and engagement was the fact that two of the people I was closest to didn’t really like one another.
KoKo slept with Nina’s man while they were together.
I could never be mad at Nina for not caring for KoKo.
Nina was nothing but nice to me from the first day I met her.
She was a genuinely good person, and I rocked with her.
I had known KoKo longer, and she was my girl too.
One would think including KoKo in special events like gender reveals, baby showers, etc.
would be a no brainer, but I didn’t want to exclude Nina from everything.
It was a mess, but I also appreciated how they attempted to stomach one another for the sake of me when it was something special going on.
One of my employees Tyrese entered the garage with his left hand heavily bandaged. “Nigga,” I groaned. “Why are you even here? It doesn’t look like you can do much.”
“Damn I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” he looked at me with wide eyes.
Normally, I wouldn’t tell people I was pregnant until I felt it was safe to do so. Especially since I’d suffered through three miscarriages in the past. “You know I was going to ask you how you were doing it’s just that I’m pregnant, and I need all hands on deck. Literally.” I eyed his injury.
“I already knew you were pregnant. Either that or you had a mean case of the stomach flu. My bad though. I was aiming for a person’s face, and my hand went through glass instead. It might take me longer than usual, but I can do some small things.”
“Are you sure, Tyrese? You know you don’t have to work if you’re hurt or not capable of doing the job. Don’t have people thinking I’m working you like a Hebrew slave.”
“Shit, I need my money. I can’t afford to be missing work like that. My prescriptions took my last $175. A nigga just paid rent and car payment.”
If he insisted on working, I wasn’t going to try and stop him.
I had one other employee that wrapped cars besides Tyrese.
I had another employee that did oil changes, changed and plugged tires, detailed cars, tinted windows, and did minor mechanic work like replacing batteries and changing air filters.
They were the reason that even when I wasn’t wrapping cars, my shop made good money.
I already knew that Wilde wasn’t going to like it if I went back to work when the baby was six weeks old.
More than likely, he wanted me to stay home for the first four or five months, but I genuinely loved wrapping cars.
I was even considering hiring a nanny that would come to my shop and watch the baby once or twice a week, so I could still take some clients.
My office was spacious and had a couch and television in it.
I had the space for a playpen, swing, and a walker.
Maybe even a highchair. The wheels in my head were turning when I heard the door to the shop open.
When I saw who was inching toward me with a look of shame on her face, I had to do a double take.
All I wanted to know was why the hell Misha was in my shop.
I didn’t say anything, but I was certain the stank look on my face let her know how I felt about her. “I know what you and Wilde think of me. I’m pissed at myself, but I swear to God, it wasn’t supposed to take more than twenty minutes. I just needed her to put some curls in my hair.”
My expression remained stoic. “I’m not sure why you’re here or why you’re explaining yourself to me, but I don’t have anything to say to you. Leaving a two-year-old in a hot ass car alone for even twenty minutes is trifling as fuck.”
“You can’t judge me. You have Wilde in the house with you. He’s a full-time parent to yours while I get help three times a week.”
Misha’s words made me recoil. “Are you fucking serious right now?! Hoe, you went out of town for five days, and we kept Willow with no issue. Anytime you need anyone to watch her, me and Wilde are always the first ones to volunteer. That man works, and so do I. We don’t just sit around all day and play house. Why wasn’t she in daycare?”
“Because she wasn’t feeling good.”
“She already wasn’t feeling good, and you left her in a hot ass car?” Disbelief had me pinching the bridge of my nose. I really wanted to beat Misha’s ass. Fighting while pregnant was so ghetto and would make me just as much of a trash mother as her, but it was very tempting.
“Can I see my daughter or not?” she snapped. “It was a bad judgement call, and I regret it. I love Willow. You and Wilde both know that. I miss my baby, and I want to apologize to her.” Misha’s voice cracked, but I wasn’t moved.
“You’re talking to the wrong person, Love.
I’m not Willow’s parent. Somehow, I think you know if Wilde lays eyes on you he’s going to beat your ass, so that’s why you came here.
I can’t help you though. I’m sure before you were released, they let you know that you’re not supposed to be around Willow, anyway. ”
“How would they know if I saw her, if you and Wilde don’t tell them? I just want to hug her. Please. Even if it’s only for five minutes.”
Placing my hands together as if I was praying, I spoke slowly. “Once again, you are talking to the wrong person. You have to know I’m not speaking to Wilde on your behalf. I can’t tell him what to do when it comes to his child, but I damn sure won’t ever speak on your behalf. You got me messed up.”
Misha sucked her teeth. “It’s cool. You got it for now, but I’m gonna see you.”
Her threat made me cackle. “You see me right now, hoe. What’s up?
Bitch see that court dates that’s coming up.
I can hold my own, but I’m pregnant. If I fight you, you have to know how Wilde is coming behind me.
He for sure loves his kids more than me, but baby, I’m directly behind them.
I know you know how Wilde gives it up. Don’t fuck around and find out,” I smirked.
Rather than responding, Misha turned and left the shop. She had some damn nerve.