Page 39 of Just Listen
“Zae—”
“Answer the fucking question!”
I sniffed, as I was put on the spot. “But I’m not pregnant.”
“And how the fuck do you know?”
“Because,” I gulped, having no real answer.
Me being pregnant had crossed my mind a couple of times. This constant nausea wasn’t normal for me. My breasts were extra tender…and my period was late.
The problem was that I was late, before I’d recently laid down with Zae. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that, until me and Zae were already back tight. Hell, and if my calculations were correct, then it was probably too late to terminate in the state of Texas with that dumb ass heartbeat law. So, I had been sleeping with my toes crossed, hoping that this was a false alarm.
“Nah, main.” Zae vehemently shook his head. “Hell, nawl. You don’t even know what to say, cause you know that you could be fucking pregnant. Did he wear a condom?”
“A condom?” I frowned.
He snarled. “You and these clipped responses…I’m finna lose my cool on you, Jaylah. I swear to God.”
“But I didn’t do anything,” I whimpered. “We literally wasn’t together.”
He shook his head, before stomping out of the bathroom.
“Zae,” I jogged after him.
He snatched up a pair of pants and hastily stepped into them.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I questioned, as I grabbed his forearm.
He jerked out of my grasp. “Say, get the fuck away from me.”
After I saw him stepping into his shoes, I knew that he was leaving. So, I hurriedly grabbed his NBA jersey and tossed it on, and followed him through the house.
“So, you just gone walk out on me like that?” I asked, while stepping behind him. “Zae!” I shouted, as he jogged downstairs.
Picking up the pace, I ran after him. Eventually, I caught up with him on the second floor of my four-story home.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, as I jumped in front of him.
“Say, girl, get the fuck outta my face,” he growled. “Before I fuck around and put my hands on you. Cause you really fucking pushing it.”
I frowned. “How am I pushing it? Because I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”
He shook his head. “And I’m leaving cause talking aint working with you. I asked you if you let that nigga raw dog you, and you still haven’t answered me.”
“Cause I feel like it’s irrelevant,” I rebutted. “Just like if you fucked somebody else during that time. That’s your business.”
“Okay.” He angrily nodded. “So, if I got a baby on the way, you aint tripping, right?”
My lashes fluttered. “I didn’t say that.”
“Exactly.” He nodded. “Get the fuck out of my way, before I slide your ass, man.”
“No,” I refused. “Cause you are really tripping. We were literally broken up—”
Just then, somebody rang my doorbell.
“That’s probably your nigga at the door.” Zae stepped around me, and jogged downstairs to the first floor.
