If Only You Knew

Climax

June

Lee's POV

"I gotta stop doing that." I sighed to myself as I pulled into my parking space.

I had got into the habit of spacing out recently. It happened all the time but mostly when I was driving. It's like my body went on auto-pilot or something. All I know is I got home just by muscle memory because I wasn't paying any attention.

I took off my seatbelt letting it snap back against the seat and rested my head back against the headrest staring straight ahead, I found this to be a part of my new routine after work. I'd sit for at least fifteen minutes while I thought about any and everything.

Inhaling a sharp breath I finally emerged from the car, wincing at the pain in my lower back. I'd been working in memory care and just like any other time I was on that unit, I left with stiff muscles and aching pain. I slowly made my way up the steps to my front door.

Making it in the apartment, I was met with the smell of steak cooking on the stove. I noticed Aniyah moving around the kitchen humming to R Kelly's When a A Woman's Fed Up. She finally turned enough to notice me.

"Oh, shit!" She jumped, clutching her hand over her heart. "You scared me, Lee."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, how was work?"

I shrugged setting my purse on the island and taking a seat at the barstool. "It was work, nothing special."

She looked at me and I saw her face drop. I was so sick of her giving me that look. That look of pity. I didn't need anybody to pity me, especially not her.

"They have you back in memory care?"

I nodded inspecting my nail that I noticed was lifting. "I had to because we had a call out."

I watched as Aniyah turned down the burner on the stove and wiped her hands on a kitchen towel before giving me her attention again. "Have you talked to Twin?"

"Nope."

"Don't you think y'all should have a conversation at some point, Lee?"

"If he wanted to talk to me he would." I spoke softly trying to avoid this conversation.

I heard her sigh heavily before speaking. "Y'all have to talk."

"What can we possibly have to talk about?" I huffed getting annoyed with her prying.

"The fact that you're about to have his babies."

I rolled my eyes at the way she said that. It's true, I was pregnant. Eight weeks to be exact. And with twins.

After our breakup Lester made it clear he didn't wanna talk to me so I respected his wishes. I didn't wanna lose him but I knew there was nothing I could say to make him stay. The only thing that would satisfy him was my accepting his proposal, which I couldn't do.

Once again I was ready to keep him at a far distance but there had to be a reason I couldn't. I'd had symptoms for a while but my pregnancy was confirmed when I was at work one day changing a patient. I've gotten used to seeing and smelling shit on account of my residents being incontinent, but for some reason when I changed a woman I couldn't handle the smell.