Sitting at the coffee shop table with Hershey, Egypt continued biting on her nail.
" Quit that's germs. So now that we have the pleasantries out of the way. How did your baby daddy ever respond to that message last night?" Hershey quizzed, twirling her straw in her latte.
" Actually I was too afraid that he would pop up last night and I wasn't ready to face him. So I pre-typed it in my notes and sent it this morning. I cut off my phone after so I haven't received anything but I'm sure he's been blowing me up. I've been too anxious about the outcome of it. I'll check it when I get home," Egypt awared her, knowing Hershey would want her to check now.
" Well I'm not going to pressure you. But whenever you do look, just know that I want to know. We almost due back from lunch," Hershey said checking the time on her phone. They had been in the food court right across from the firm. Hershey usually didn't go with Egypt to lunch. She was normally scheduled an hour before or an hour after.
" Okay. I really enjoyed this. Thank you for being here for me. I haven't had any friends in a long time. Well besides, you know who. You being here is everything to me and if at any point it becomes too much, I don't want you to feel obligated to stay," Egypt vented tearing up a little maybe due to her hormones being all over the place.
" I didn't know how much you needed someone. This is just not a good place for a pregnant woman to be in. Feeling alone and depressed during a pregnancy made me want to die. And I had my husband so I could only imagine being a single mother. Just anything you need I'll help you through it. But I'm begging you to get your life together for the sake of your child. Leave his married ass alone. Y'all can come to some type of arrangement in the future I'm sure, but for right now. If it ain't about the baby, don't even converse with his ass," Hershey instructed sounding very much like Egypt's parent.
" I get it. Can we leave? The smell of this coffee is everything," Egypt begged, standing to her tender feet. Her heels were becoming very uncomfortable.
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After locking up her office, Egypt made her way down to the parking garage. She had allowed Hershey to leave 2 hours early, because of an emergency at her husband's job.
Getting into her car, she contemplated cutting on her phone until she came to the firm decision to wait until she got to the house. Starting her car, she backed from her parking space and proceeded to home.
Once home, as soon as she walked into her house she ran to the bathroom and urinated. Her bag had been full. Finally gaining the courage, she powered up her phone. She seen that she had one missed call and one message from Reese.
BabyFather🤦🏽♀️
Whatever you do. Don't go home today. Please listen.
11:35 am" What does he mean?" Egypt spoke aloud responding that, before cleaning herself and getting up.
Walking back downstairs, she went inside the kitchen and grabbed her frosty flakes box and her almond milk from the fridge. Preparing to fix it, she heard banging on her door.
Sitting the box down, she sighed with frustration just by the tingly feeling in her spirit, she knew who it was.
" Who is it?" She asked even though she had already glanced through the peephole. His face looked troubled, alerting her that something was wrong. His eyes were genuinely showing guilt. Before thinking any further about it, she swung the door open.
" Are you okay?" She questioned with concern.
" I'm so sorry," He murmured which was barely audible, before stepping to the side. Revealing Dr. Nicole.
" Wha-," Before she could even get a full word out. She was receiving blows to her face and her arms. Quickly going into protective mode, she placed her arms around her stomach guarding her belly.
"You. Home wrecking. Stalking. Stupid. Ass. Bitch," Nicole spoke between punches.
" Aye Niq chill," Reese finally interjected grabbing her wrists. Niq eyes however directed her attention somewhere else. This was the same bitch that was in her clinic. The one that was acting weird when she mentioned the names of her kids.
" My husband was right. You stalking bitch. You knew who I was when you came in for that preg..." She started but cut herself off, glancing down to where Egypt's arms tightly hugged.
" No please. I never stalked you. Please," Egypt pleaded following her eyes and assuming her intentions, already sore from Niq's lingering blows. Her right eye was already swelling up.
Conjuring up impossible strength, Niq released herself from Reese's firm grip, clotheslining Egypt with her arm temporarily swelling her throat causing her to choke.
"Please, Reese help!" Egypt cried out through coughs, she was losing the ability to protect her belly. Niq relentlessly struck her face over and over again with her hair fisted. Reese turned his head, secretly pleading with himself not to blow his cover.
" Don't. Ever. Fucking. Call out for my husband again. Stupid. Bitch. You got some nerve," Niq amped and with no remorse, she drove her right foot into Egypt's stomach, causing a loud scream to escape her lungs. She stomped repeatedly before Reese yanked her quickly.
" What the FUCK is wrong with you Niq?! The girl is fucking pregnant!" Reese yelled, shaking Niq aggressively.
" You should be fucking happy Reese. That stalking ass bitch didn't deserve your baby. You forgetting this the same hoe that set you up. That tried to break up our home. Am I the only one pissed about this?"
" I nev...set h... Rees- tell. Help... my baby...Please," Egypt said above a whisper shutting her eyes tight as she felt an internal pain that knocked her out.
" We gotta go Niq! Before we get locked up," Reese pushed his wife before running to his car and getting in. Luckily, no one had come outside to witness this catastrophe. Looking up at Egypt's faint body in the door frame, his heart cracked. What had he done.
" I have to call the ambulance," He said aloud to himself, reaching for his phone.
" Oh no the hell you don't! Let's fucking go before you really have me under the jail. Hopefully I killed that bitch," Niq whispered the last part before picking at her nails.
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His Mistress
RomanceSomewhere along the lines of being a mistress, you fall under the perception that you're in love. Through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the pretty, you're always waiting to be the wife's stunt double. The story of Egypt Blantley is far from prett...