I didn't know what happened with Dominic, but Tenia went flying out of here. I was trying to find out more information, but all she said was he was in a severe accident and things didn't look good for him. I didn't know what hospital they were at or anything. I use to talk to his brother AJ, so I just went on ahead and called him in advance to let him know something had gone down with his brother. I could hear on the phone that he was at Medstar Harbor Hospital because the doctor on the other end was a little loud with his deep baritone voice.
"Yea, wassup shawty," he answered the phone sounding sexy.
"Hey AJ, this is K; Tenia was called by a doctor at Medstar Harbor Hospital in reference to D. I'm not sure if they called you or your mom as well, but she said something about a severe accident. I was calling to let you know, just in case you weren't aware."
"Thanks for looking out shawty; nobody called me or nothing. I don't even know if my moms know what's going on. Good looking out. I'm gon' call Tenia and my mother and head on over there to the hospital. I'll hit you later," he said before ending the call. I ended up calling everybody to let them know something was going on with Dominic. I wanted to make sure T had her support system with her and knew we all had her back. After calling her at least 10 times, she finally responded with a text message, letting me know his status. She gave me the information for visiting hours and the room number. I told her I would be up there tomorrow, seeing how it was getting close to visiting hours closing time; it took about 45 minutes to an hour just to get there from my house.
I started to clean the kitchen from the dishes Trent left when he cooked breakfast earlier. I found myself smiling while walking around the kitchen cleaning up, just thinking about him. It was something about him that made me grasp to him the way I did. People always asked me what I saw in him and, naturally, I couldn't give them an answer, but that was only because I didn't know how to explain my feeling. It was like when I was with him, it's just us. He took me to a place no one else could or ever had before. After cleaning the kitchen, I walked around the house. I could still smell his scent linger, which had me smiling from ear to ear with the thoughts of what happened last night clouding my mind. I poured me a glass of wine and sat on my couch with my laptop in my lap and started checking my emails. I was supposed to go into the office to sign some paperwork tomorrow, but I didn't think that would happen. I think I would have my assistant bring them to me instead.
I decided to respond back to some emails from some colleagues of mine and some bidders, before shutting down my laptop. I text Trent to let him know what was going on with T. I wanted him to relay the information to Mekhi, so he could check on my sister. I knew she'd like to hear from him, at least at a time like this one. By now, I had about three glasses of wine and I was feeling so good right. This was the time that I needed Trent with me. I had been calling and texting him since earlier, and the only response he sent was send my deepest sympathy to Tenia. He gave me mixed emotions a lot of the time, which made me want to just end things with him.
That's why I hated drinking; I always got drunk and ended up blowing his phone and text messages up like I was the wife and she's the side chick. As I began to dial his number for the umpteenth time, I began to feel nauseous; before I could reach the bathroom, I vomited all over my pretty lavender carpet. I was continuously vomiting and my stomach felt pained, with nobody here. I felt like a mess.
After about 20 minutes, I got myself together and started to clean up my vomit. In the middle of me cleaning up the vomit, I realized the smell of the cleaning products were bothering me and I began to vomit again but, luckily for me, this time I made it in the bucket. Something just didn't feel right at all. I went upstairs to my walk-in closet and pulled out my keepsake box, where I kept a lot of my secret things, pregnancy test just happened to be one of them. You know, for just in case. I was nervous as hell and shaking, as I walked to my bathroom and followed the directions to get the results that would possibly change my life. I peed on the stick and sat it on the box. After wiping myself, I walked out of the bathroom because I wasn't ready for the results, whether the test read positive or negative. The directions said results as fast as three minutes, so I set the timer on my phone and walked back downstairs in an attempt to clean the rest of my mess. After cleaning my mess, my phone timer went off twice because I was three minutes late. I walked back upstairs, moving really slow and procrastinating on seeing what the results were. I walked in the bathroom and had the shock of my life.
"This can't be. But, how did I? I don't even remember when my last period was. How do I tell Trent that we're pregnant?" I said to no one in particular.
I didn't believe I was pregnant or, rather, I said I was in denial. I ended up taking four pregnancy test, all being different brands that all ended up coming back positive. I sat in my bathroom and cried myself to sleep, with thoughts of me becoming a mom with a married man, whom just not even 24 hours ago was all over me and was now nowhere to be found.
