Page 2 of Crown: Phase 3
“Oh, no. It’s no problem at all. It’s your special day. You have every right to be picky about it. That’s what I’m here for. Glad you’re satisfied.”
“Best friend here breastfeeds,” Caresha cut in. “But I’ll take a drink. Matter of fact, make it two. I’ll take hers as well.”
“Got it. I’ll be right back.” Dana laughed, clapping her hands as she walked away.
Nivéa glanced back at Caresha, hesitating for a moment. Dana’s offer reminded her that there was something more she needed to share. Breastfeeding wasn’t the only reason she refused a drink.
“What?” Caresha picked up on her energy, narrowing her gaze. “Why you looking like that? What is it? You ain’t changed your mind about the dress, did you?” She stomped her foot, pouting.
“No, Reesh.”
“Then what, bitch? Spit it out.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Caresha jerked her head. “Come again? Get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m serious.”
Caresha stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. When Nivéa didn’t backtrack, reality hit her hard.
“You hot pussy, bitch. Ny don’t even have teeth yet. Not crawling, walking. Nothing! What the fuck?”
Nivéa burst out laughing, clutching her stomach to keep from doubling over. She knew her best friend well enough not to take it personally; they always spoke their minds. No filter, just friendship.
“I know, I know. Girlll, this is bad. Real bad, huh?”
Caresha laughed along, but then her expression turned serious. She moved closer to Nivéa, standing behind her as they both watched her reflection in the mirror.
“No, I don’t think it’s bad, sis. Scary as hell, but not bad. Let’s look at the facts.”
“Okay, I’m listening.” Nivéa met her gaze, hoping for something reassuring. She was still struggling with her emotions, wanting to make the right choices. Her good heart often pulled her into a lot of bullshit.
“Crown is a great man. He’s doing everything right. He married you, he’s taking care of you and Ny, and he’s elevating your life in more ways than one. He supports you mentally, financially, and physically. Plus, he comes from a solid family that makes a great village. Honestly, I can’t think of a reason to hold your hand and tell you to go to a clinic. And we both know I’m not above that.”
“And ain’t.” Nivéa laughed again, recalling how Caresha had suggested the clinic before.
Only her best friend knew that Boe had taken advantage of her one night when he was drunk and high. Fed up with him and their toxic relationship, she said no to sex, but he wouldn’t stop. And somewhere along her journey, Nivéa had convinced herself that “your nigga couldn’t rape you.” It felt absurd to even consider, but the more she reflected, the clearer it became…Boe had indeed crossed a line. “No” meant “no,” and it was time to acknowledge that truth.
Sadly, Nyla was conceived in that moment. But when Nivéa discovered she was pregnant, she held her head high, accepted it, and moved forward. Abortion wasn’t even an option in her mind; she brushed off Caresha’s advice at the time. Sometimes she wondered if she should’ve listened, but every time she saw Nyla’s face, that feeling faded. She loved her so much.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Nivéa shrugged with a faint smile, though insecurities still lingered.
“I am right,” Caresha said, pulling her into a tight hug. “Congratulations, sis. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, girl.”
“Now cheer up. We’ve got more to plan than just a reception.”
Nivéa nodded, her mind already racing with ideas for a baby shower theme, depending on whether it was a boy or a girl.
∞∞∞
When they arrived at Crown’s place, he met them at the door, taking Nyla from Nivéa’s arms. She’d picked her up from daycare along the way.
“Not you being fussy the whole ride, but going quiet in his arms. Aht aht.” Caresha joked, glancing up at Crown. “Hey, Crown.”
“Sup, Reesh? You good?” He lifted his chin.
