3. Three - Jameela
Three - Jameela
“ O h, Jameela! Happy Monday, girl!”
I rolled my damn eyes, because Kennedy and her husband’s secret had been out for two months now, and their asses still went to the Four Seasons for their monthly rendezvous.
And now, with my irritation at my newfound pregnancy revelation, raging hormones, and throbby honeypot…
the last thing I wanted to think about was my boss, aka, best friend, getting dicked downed for the weekend.
“Kenni, why they hell are you and Andreas still sneaking off to Baltimore.”
“Oh, but baby girl… we don’t sneak. We walk in that muthafucka like we own it. Then fuck like rabbits… still. ”
I groaned at her ass, but couldn’t hold back my laughter because her energy was simply contagious.
Once Kennedy realized I wasn’t my usual hype self, she finally stopped and stared at me, taking in my entire demeanor as if she was a damn x-ray machine and could see my deepest, darkest secrets I kept hidden. Which currently, was only one… everything else, Kennedy already knew.
“Bad weekend?” she asked.
You have no damn idea, I thought.
I decided to say fuck it and come clean. I couldn’t hold water no damn way, so trying to keep a secret wasn’t the best thing for me to try and do. I would only stress myself the hell out.
“If you call being sick for the past few weeks, throwing up everything I ate, then finally making an appointment to see Kalia on Friday, and finding out I’m eight weeks pregnant… then yeah, I’d say I had a bad weekend.”
“Wait… you had sex?!” Kennedy damn near shouted, telling the entire fucking twentieth floor.
I got up and dragged her to her office and slammed the door.
“What the fuck, Kennedy?!”
It’s your hormones… it’s your hormones. Do not punch your friend in the face, Jameela.
The Lord was seriously testing me. And I wanted to cry, because I didn’t know why.
“I’m sorry!” She whispered.
Oh, now she wants to freakin’ whisper. Ugh! Why is this my life?
I don’t know how many times I asked myself that question since Friday. However, I was still waiting for the anvil to fall out of the sky with the answers to my life’s problems attached.
So far… no such luck.
“When the hell did you have sex? I was kind of hoping that I got to hook you up with someone.”
“Firstly, that’s all you got to say to what I just told you? Secondly, why would I let you hook me up with one of your stuck-up ass lawyer friends… all of whom I know… no fucking thank you.”
Kennedy held her hands up and fell into her office chair.
“So you had sex–and got pregnant. That is some wild shit! Who’s the lucky man?”
I bit on my fingers, fidgeting in my chair. I wasn’t sure what she was going to say, following the delivery of the rest of my news.
“Umm… I don’t know.”
Kennedy’s eyes penetrated me… doing that freaky shit again with her internal x-ray scanner.
Then she laughed… loud. Loud as hell. And I stared back at her because I didn’t know what the fuck was so funny.
My life was falling apart as I approached forty and Kennedy was sitting her ass behind her big oak desk, laughing like I was Kat Williams and just put on a fucking comedy show for her behind.
I glared at her with the evilest evil eye I could muster.
“What do you mean you don’t know, Jameela?” Kennedy managed to get her question out between cackles and tears rolling down her face.
“I had a one-night stand, okay. I didn’t give my real name, and while he was buried balls deep, I believe he gave me a fake name as well.”
Now Kennedy was smacking her hands against the desk, laughing even louder–if that was even possible.
“Well, shit. You surprise me, Meela.”
She was so damn entertained. And before I knew it, I picked up a stack of sticky notes and threw them at her ass. They smacked her right in her forehead.
That’s what she gets.
Her laughs died on her lips.
“Did you just throw a bunch of sticky notes at me?”
“You deserved it! Now can we be serious for a second?”
“Okay. Okay. I’m serious.” But there was still humor dancing in her eyes.
“Kenni!”
She pulled her lips in and tried to put on a serious expression.
“What am I going to do with a baby, Kenni. I’ll be forty in two months. I thought I couldn’t have kids.”
I sat across from her and whined to her just as I did to Kalia. Because hell… I was not okay.
“You are going to be a great mother, Jameela. You’ve wanted kids for forever, and now you are being blessed with a little bundle of joy.”
“Yeah, I was supposed to be married, and living in my happily-ever-after bubble, with the big house and white picket fence and shit.”
“Not to burst that little bubble, but girl, you do know Brian wasn’t going to be able to buy you none of that shit.
You would have been buying, and probably putting that picket fence up, all by your damn self.
But here’s a more realistic vision… you still can have all of that.
Even if it is on your own. You're an amazing person and I'm sure you’ll be even more of an amazing mom.”
I laughed and wanted to throw something else at her, but she was right. Brian was broke as shit with no damn ambition… he definitely wasn’t going to get me my big house with the white picket fence. Bad enough I had to buy the townhouse we lived in.
“I feel you, girl. It’s just that I put the idea of kids out of my mind. And I ain’t never think that my ass was going to be a single mother, out here struggling in these streets.”
“First of all, did you forget that your salary comes out of my salary? You are not struggling out here in nobody’s damn streets. You have plenty to take care of a child. Shit, you make enough to hire a damn nanny if you want. Leave those negative ass thoughts where they are.”
“Kenni, I know I’m being overly dramatic, but I am scared. How do I look my child in the eyes in thirty-two weeks and explain to them that I don’t know who his or her daddy is?”
“Second of all… I guess I should just keep a running tally, because your ass is on one… your little baby ain’t gonna understand that until at least a year or two in. So, hell… you have time to find ya baby daddy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because Kennedy was a true fool sometimes.
Continuing she said, “You better start putting them investigative skills to the test again. Cause if anyone can play P.I., it’s ya ass.
Because baby…. The way you buried Crumm’s ass…
I’m sure you’ll be able to find your baby daddy faster than a side bitch finds her man’s cell phone while he’s asleep and texts his main bitch! ”
Kennedy was too much. I always got the wired up, crazy Kennedy after her weekend getaways, and right now was proving to be no different.
“You know… I cannot with you right now! But I guess you’re right.”
“I know I am, Meela. On a serious note though, in the meantime, Andreas and I got your back. We’re here for whatever you need. This will give us some practice for when we decide to jump off that bridge.”
I rolled my eyes, because did she have to word it that way? Like having a kid was the equivalent to death, by jumping off a damn bridge.
“Well thanks…” I murmured and got up from the chair. “I’m going back to work.”