F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

2:12

ADONIS

"- So you think it's acceptable to ignore me for this long? I'm a human-fucking-being, Adonis!" Neema spat in anger as I sat in the sofa of the hotel room she paid for.

Emotionally I felt restless. Neema had been messaging and calling the whole day - so much to the point that I literally had to leave the studio and come and see her. I think what she was failing to understand was that just as stressed and scared as she was about everything, I felt the exact same way. The only difference between the two of us was that she was expecting me to be able to lead and make certain decisions that could possibly shape the next eighteen years.

In the beginning the ultimatum she placed me in definitely had me on edge and had me stressing, but now I had reached a point where I had left the ball in her court and all the decisions were hers to make. Oddly though, this seemed to be pissing her off even more and I wasn't sure what else to do.

"So you're just gonna sit there and not say shit? I'm tired of this bullshit Adonis. I'm four months now and I'm starting to show. I need my fucking nikah." She told me as she lifted her baggy t-shirt for proof. She had the smallest bump which wasn't noticeable if you didn't know her body well.

"I don't know what you want me to say. You belled my line off until I agreed to come here. Now I'm here, you're not saying anything."

"I am saying something. I'm clearly upset. It's been nearly a month. I am carrying a live baby inside me, Adonis. And it's yours. You don't get to pretend I don't exist." She spat in frustration.

Kissing my teeth came naturally at the silly statements she was making. "You won't let me come to any of your appointments, didn't even let me come to the scan... I don't know what the fuck you expect me to do. You're not allowing me to be involved in anything."

Neema laughed to herself but nothing about what I had just said was funny. It was something that genuinely pissed me off about our situation. I got the vibe that if she did pop out this baby, she wouldn't be allowing me to see it and that was something that would break my heart.

"If you wanna be involved, then you know what you need to do. You think I'm joking, Don. But I'm serious. I'm not pushing a baby out for you if you're not gonna commit to me. I've been patient long enough, you're taking the piss now."

"I'm not marrying you." I admitted as I sighed and allowed my head to rest against the wall. I was bored of having this same conversation over and over again. "I've got things to do, Neema. Let me know the price of this room so I can reimburse you." This conversation wasn't going anywhere.

Seconds later, Neema started the waterworks as she buried her face in her hands. One thing that was clear to me was that she didn't want to be pregnant and she didn't really want this baby. Otherwise, she'd be willing to have this child with or without a husband. It wasn't even like I didn't want to support her; I wanted to go every step of the way with her when it came to this pregnancy, but she was making it difficult and I didn't want to continue stressing myself.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Neema seethed through gritted teeth. "I gave you all of me!" She yelled as she grabbed a vase and launched it at the wall. It broke into multiple pieces and the water went everywhere. "I let you hit it raw and now you don't wanna step up?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked in disbelief as I stood to my feet. I wasn't in the mood for any crazy behaviour tonight. The fact that she was accusing me of not 'stepping up' was a low blow, because she knew I had every intention of being present for this baby.