Page 38 of Maybe I’m the Problem

As soon as he closed the door to our bedroom, I threw a pillow at the door. This was going to be the longest pregnancy in history. Law wasn’t playing with me though, so I did need to chill before shit went wrong with my baby. He would never forgive me if that happened and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

Around eleven, I had eaten and was up browsing on my phone while Law was snoring next to me like he had worked a hard job. His ass hadn’t done shit but watch me like a damn hawk. Social media had a way of getting under people’s skin. Pinkie was on Instagram with a video of her four brand new tires. I was curious to know what the fuck she was saying, so I clicked the video and turned the volume down so low that I had to put the speaker to my ear.

“Did she just say?” I looked over at Law before I hit the video again.

“Bitches ridiculous in the city. Bitch fucked my shit up, so I made her nigga Zelle me the money to get it fixed, you dizzy bitch,” Pinkie said before laughing in the camera.

My hands were literally shaking when I put my phone down and looked at Law. Easing out of the bed, I went on his side and picked his phone up. He had a few notifications on his home screen before I put my birthday in and went to his banking app. I wanted this hoe to be lying but the evidence was right in my damn face. Law sent the hoe five racks to get her tires and shit fixed. I stood over Law, admiring at how fine of a man he was but that didn’t stop me from ramming his damn phone dead into his face.

“You sending a bitch money now?” I asked, raining punches in his face.

He woke up in a daze until my fist connected with that lip and it busted. Law grabbed me so hard and slammed me down on the bed.

“Fuck is wrong with you?” He shook me violently.

“You said you were done,” I cried. “You’re not done with her yet. Why are you here with me? Is it the baby?”

Law released me and went to the bathroom to stop his lip from bleeding. I got up and followed him because I wasn’t done arguing. When he didn’t want to argue, he either ignored me or left.

“Five thousand dollars, Law? Did you forget we have a baby on the way? It don’t matter to you no way, huh? Since you got so much time on your hands, get the fuck out until you make your mind up.”

“Get the fuck out of where? You got me fucked up, Summer. Take your ass back to bed and try that shit again. I wouldn’t have sent her ass shit if you didn’t go to that bitch house and fuck with her shit. Now it’s my fault that I got her shit fixed.”

“Okay, yea I went and did that but we wouldn’t be here if you could’ve kept your dick in your pants.”

“Look, I took the blame for the shit but goddamn now. I apologized and you still fucking with that girl. Can we please go back to normal? Shit really getting on my damn nerves.”

I left him in the bathroom and went into his closet and started snatching his shit off the hangers. His ass got back in the bed and acted like I wasn’t about to put his ass out. He had me fucked up.

“Summer, lay the fuck down.”

“No, you get the fuck out!” I yelled, slamming his shit down on the bed.

“You want me out?”

“Yes.”

He threw the cover off of him and started packing his own shit. I stood there watching, wanting to stop him but my pride wouldn’t let him. The shit talking side of me had put my foot in my damn mouth. Law wasn’t the one to take too much shit, and usually he would let me slide, but tonight he wasn’t with it.

By the time he was done, there was nothing left in the closet but my shit. He had so much shit packed in his car that there was no way he could see out of the back window. He walked back in the house on the phone with LJ.

“Yea, I’ll be there in a few. Just til I figure out what the fuck I want to do.”

I stood there with my tears welling up in my eyes. Law didn’t even make eye contact with me as he got the last of his shit and walked out the door. I rushed to the door, hoping he wouldn’t leave but when I heard his car start and pull off, I knew I fucked up.

27. LAW

Being at LJ house wasn’t bad, but it still wasn’t anything like being home with Summer. We hadn’t called or texted each other in a few days. I did hear that she was back doing lashes after I told her not to. LJ baby mama was about to get hers done, so I sent a slick ass message by her to relay to Summer.

“How long are you going to play with that girl?”

“Who said I was playing with her? She put me out, hell I didn’t want to leave. When she ready for me to come back home, I’ll go. But she got to ask me first.”

“Y’all the craziest muthafuckas I’ve ever seen.”

“I put it all on her hormones but then again, Summer is crazy as hell.”

“The baby will bring y’all back together. You know ain’t shit wrong with you calling her first too, nigga.”