~Imani's POV~:
Rome and I spent the rest of the evening stuffing our faces and having a deep conversation about love.
The conversation would've been 10x better with alcohol but I couldn't have any.. not with the precious baby growing inside of me.
After Rome somehow decided that I was tired, he forced me to let him drive me home. Once I took a shower and put on pajamas, I got comfortable in my bed. As soon as I picked up my phone, it went off.
From: Jay
You okay?
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To: Jay
I'm fine.
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From: Jay
Sounds like bullshit
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To: Jay
Well maybe it is
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From: Jay
Do u need me ?
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To: Jay
No.. goodnight
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From: Jay
Well love you too :/
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To: Jay
Love you .
With our little texting conversation over, I sucked up all the pride and dignity I had and called Damiun.
The rings passed by and right when I swore he wouldn't answer..
"Hello?"
"Uh.. hey."
"Imani? Oh my God." I sighed.
"Yeah."
"I don't know where to start." I didn't realize how angry I was until now.
"Don't start anywhere, okay? You tore my heart out of my chest and stepped on it. Besides that, we have a baby that's gonna be born in a few months. We have to figure this out." Damiun sighed.
"I know I owe you an explanation.."
"You think?"
"Baby, I know that nothing I say will change your mind or how you feel about me. Can we please just talk about everything?" I took a deep breath.
"I guess so."
"Can I come over? Tomorrow?" I played with the fabric on my pajama pants.
"Okay."
"Alright.. goodnight. I love you." Panicking, I hung up. There was just no way in hell he could expect me to say it back.
No way in hell.
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Morning came and as strange as it may seem, I smelled breakfast. I thought I was hallucinating until I actually heard pots and pans banging downstairs.
Freaking out, I got out of bed and crept down the stairs. As I neared the kitchen, I could hear Money Trees playing and a familiar voice singing along perfectly. Jaerre.
"How the fuck did you get in my house?" He turned around and grinned at me.
"I can pick locks, ya know." I rubbed my face and approached him.
"Okay, well, why are you here? And why are you cooking breakfast?" I watched as Jaerre grabbed some plates.
"I wanted to see you and I wanted to be nice." A small smile came on my face but Jaerre knew better. "What's going on?" He cupped my face and I looked up at him.
