Page 73 of Repo'd His Heart
“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 sinceI 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 thecount 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.”
“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.”
