Page 89 of Til Death
I continued going over different looks I had come up with, showing the hair and makeup I thought would work with each one.
In the middle of our conversation, our server showed up with our food. My stomach growled at the sizzling fajitas on the black cast iron plate.
“I’m starving! I can’t wait to—” Before I could finish the sentence my stomach recoiled, my mouth watered, and acid rose in the back of my throat.
“Ma’am, are you—” I didn’t wait for him to finish before jumping out of my seat with my hand over my mouth and rushing through the restaurant to the bathroom. I didn’t make it to a stall, emptying the small breakfast I had this morning intothe sink. I gripped the sink tightly, gagging and scrunching my nose.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, reaching for a paper towel to wipe my mouth. I ignored the disgusted looks I got from the couple women inside.
The door opened and the people left while Kinsley stepped in. “I knew you didn’t look good, but I didn’t know you were sick like that.” She peeked at the sink and scrunched her face.
“Whatever this place uses to cook my stomach does not agree with.”
Kinsley raised a brow. “I don’t know, girl. I eat here all the time and never have any issues.”
Turning the sink on to rinse the bowl and my mouth out, I shook my head.
“I’m fine. It’s probably just something I ate previously not agreeing with me. Give me a few and I’ll be right out.”
“We can finish another time or do a video call.” Again, I shook my head.
“No, I’m good.”
Kinsley didn’t look convinced, but she nodded, setting my purse on top of the sink. “Okay.”
Once I was alone, a deep sigh fell from my mouth. I was embarrassed and my stomach still felt unsettled, but I could push through. Simone was counting on me and I wasn’t going to let her down.
After wiping my mouth again and doing one last rinse, I fluffed my hair and reached for my purse so I could freshen up. I was sure whatever was happening with my stomach would settle after a day or two.
Safe to say whatever was wrong with me did not pass. I let a few days go by and the nausea continued. It wasn’t until this morning when my period app told me I should be on day two of my period did I realize, the only thing I’d gotten close was minor spotting last month. So now here I was, pacing back and forth in front of one of Savannah’s downstairs bathrooms, gripping my phone tightly, panicking while I waited two more minutes for the white stick laid on the sink to tell me if I was pregnant.
“Xylina, you’re going to give me motion sickness if you don’t stop pacing, babe.” She looked up from her phone at me with a raised brow.
I paused and spun to face my friend. “I just took a pregnancy test, Savannah.Pregnancy.”
She gave me a confused look. “I mean, I thought that was the goal.”
I opened my mouth then closed it immediately. My eyes fell to my phone where Yosiah’s contact was waiting for me to press it. My best friend wasn’t wrong. The planhad beenfor me to get pregnant before, but now I didn’t see the need. Things with Yosiah and me had been good, great even. Why would I want to add a baby to this and have the attention I was finally receiving from my husband taken away?
The whole reason I came bulldozing my way through Savannah’s front door in full breakdown mode was because I didn’t fully think getting pregnant out.
The timer went off before I could respond. I stood frozen in place. It was like my brain shut down and my feet refused to move.
Savannah’s screams broke me out of my trance, causing me to jump and nearly drop my phone. I didn’t even realize she had left the room.
“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!” she shrieked, bouncing into the room.
“What does it say?”
“I’m going to be the rich auntie, bitch!”
My brain short circuited. “What?” I asked lowly.
Savannah shoved the test toward me. Flustered, I hurried and grabbed it. Lifting it to my face, I closed my eyes and reopened them but the wordpregnantwas still there.
“Ma-maybe it’s defective?”
Savannah looked amused. “What are you talking about? You said you’ve been sick, breasts been hurting, and miss flow has been nonexistent. You’re pregnant, bitch!!” Again, she bounced up and down, clapping her hands. When she noticed I didn’t share her cheerfulness, she stopped and confusion filled her face.
