POOTER
Kenyatta anxiously tapped his foot as he waited for the CVS checkout line to move forward. In his hand he held two boxes of ClearBlue pregnancy tests. Lately Janaee had been going through different mods swings , sleeping more, and she's been craving weird food combinations. He knew those symptoms all too well.
After waiting for three people to check their things out he finally made it to the front of the line where he could check out his items. When the clerk told him the price he quickly swiped his card and grabbed his bagged items before exiting out of the store. He checked his surroundings as he walked to his black GLE 63 AMG. He unlocked the doors and slid into the leather driving seat immediately cutting on the car, he pulled out of his parking space and began his commute back to his home.
In less than ten minutes he pulled back into the driveway of his home and parked inside of the garage next to Janaee's jeep.
"She better be up." He mumbled to himself
as he walked into the house. The TV could be heard from upstairs , and he could smell the smell of bacon lingering meaning she had just come downstairs to fix herself something to eat. He slid off his foamrunners and left them by the door. He then walked up the spiral staircase that led up his bedroom. He quickly crossed his heart before walking into the bedroom praying that some good would come out of this.
"Janaee."
"Hm?" She answered without looking up from
her plate that sat in front of her.
"Here" He tossed the bag of tests on the bed in front of her causing a look of confusion to display on her face.
"Kenyatta. I already told you I wasn't pregnant, im just sick. You steady taking it there."
"Take the tests Janaee. I'm not boutta argue with you i'm too tired for that shit. Go inna bathroom and take the tests." He already had woken up
at 4 this morning due to her puking up her whole
dinner , and at around noon she puked up her breakfast, so he just decided to get up and make the trip to the pharmacy.
"No—"
"Janaee on some real shit you acting like a little ass girl. If you not pregnant you ain't got shit to worry about right? Go take the test."
She huffed and snatched the tests off the bed and walked into the connected bathroom closing the door behind her. Kenyatta blew out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and wiped his hand down his face. He pulled off the clothes he put on to go to the store leaving him in his nike shorts and a wife beater. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for the results.
10 MINUTES LATER
Janaee slowly opened up the door holding the four tests in her hand.
"Well? What they say?"
"I'm.. i'm pregnant."
"Whooptie doo, like I fuckin' said" Kenyatta said sarcastically . "This is good news, im gonna be a daddy, oh shit!"
"Ion want it." Janaee said quietly causing Kenyatta to snap his head towards her.
"Fuck you mean youn want it Janaee? It takes
two to have a baby. You laid yo' fast ass down and told me to nut in you , and this is the repercussion."
"I don't know.. we aren't ready to be parents at all. We aren't even married, shit we JUST started dating what the actual fuck Kenyatta."
"How you gone tell me what i'm not ready for? I practically raised my siblings and i'm always with my niece. If anything im more than ready, and i'm financially stable. Janaee i'm bout to get mad."
