Page 53 of Maybe I’m the Problem

I punched the air as Law pulled away from my house. I grabbed the jar that was made for me and busted it on the floor of my kitchen. The shit was working against me instead of for me. My life was not ending up how I wanted it. Who I wanted didn’t want me back.

I got on my hands and knees and picked up the pieces of glass. The pink water was flowing between the cracks of my stoned kitchen flooring. The smell of different essential oils occupied my nostrils. Why was I like this over this nigga? I’ve never been attached. Sex was just sex for me but it wasn’t that with Law. The sound of my front door opening and closing made me wipe the tears from my face and rush to see who it was.

“We got unfinished business,” Heavy said as he dropped his bags.

“What the fuck you doing?”

“I’m moving the fuck in. Since you fucked up my happy home, I’m here to fuck your shit up. Where I need to put my shit.”

This couldn’t be my life. He was not the nigga I wanted to move the fuck in. My attitude went from bad to worse.

37. SUMMER

My contractions were coming pretty rapidly. I hit the button for the nurse as Ms. Mae tried her best to get me comfortable in the bed. I checked the machine, and my blood pressure was elevated. Law wasn’t picking up his phone so that’s how Ms. Mae ended up coming.

“I’m about to call the doctor and see what they want to do. It’s still too soon. Let me connect you to the monitor so I can report the right thing,” the nurse said. She attached the monitors to my stomach as I gripped my bed. I had a few more weeks before we were in the clear to deliver.

“Have you got in touch with Law?”

“He just texted me and said he was pulling up.”

“I swear I hate your son.”

“He’s trying, Summer.”

Law walked in before I could respond. He didn’t look like he was feeling well. He told me he was still having headaches. Now I wasn’t concerned with myself; I was worried about him.

“You okay?”

He put his hand up and flopped down on the sofa that he slept on. His shirt was wet around the collar and his eyes were huge. If I didn’t know better, I would think his ass was high off coke.

“Go check on him, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m good. I’m good. Let me take a shower, and I’ll feel better.”

The sound of Law hurling his insides in the bathroom made me sick. Ms. Mae rushed into the bathroom. From what I could see, Law was on the bathroom floor. I wanted to get up and help, but I couldn’t move. A knock on the door and the nurse was back with a shot. I was used to this shot; it always stopped my contraction, but made me sleepy as hell.

“How much longer do I have to go through this?”

“A few more weeks. We’re waiting on the baby’s lungs to develop a little more. We all want a healthy baby.”

She injected the shot and left out of the room. Law was now in the shower but I couldn’t hold my eyes open long enough to make sure he was okay.

“Go ahead and get some rest. I’ll stay with both of y’all tonight. You know, when I had him, his dad was in labor pains when I was. Law looks like he’s going through the same thing. She’s going to be a stubborn ass baby you know that right?”

“If she’s like her daddy, she’s going to be a handful.” I drifted off to sleep while Ms. Mae braided my hair back for me.

The next morning, Law was up and had breakfast sitting on the table for me. His light skin was now back to its regular color and his hazel eyes were back to their normal size. Law flashed me with a smile before opening up my food.

“That shit have you out. You ain’t heard shit.”

“I hate that shot. My baby hasn’t moved since she gave it to me.”

“Yes, she has. We had a whole conversation this morning while you were asleep.”

“That’s sweet and all but what the hell was wrong with you last night?”

“I don’t know. I ate something that made me sick as fuck.”