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RHYAN BROWN FEBRUARY 20; TUESDAY
"YOU'RE THIRTEEN WEEKS. Have you not had your period for the last past three weeks, Ms.Brown?" The nurse questioned.
Rhyan already knew what was wrong with her and she had known since January. She just chose to ignore it. Her cycle was supposed to come on the second week in January. But thinking it was just late she waited and waited, until she decided to go to the doctors.
And counting back thirteen weeks, she knew it wasn't Kazimir's baby. It was Zane's.
"Not since December. I don't know what I was thinkin. Honestly I wasn't, I kinda just was avoiding it." She shrugged. "Can I get a picture of the ultrasound please?" she asked politely as she checked her Apple Watch. In a few minutes she had to return back to work.
The nurse nodded and rhyan could only sigh. What the hell was she gonna do now?
• • •
"Zane was wonderin where the Cuban set he brought you was at? You got his shit?" Ashley's voice rang throughout Rhyan's car.
Rhyan was honestly confused on why she hadn't blocked the girl yet. Now she was all about her peace and this definitely didn't help.
The jewelry set was long gone though. Rhyan had pawned it, got the money and brought home less people some food. When she was done, she used the leftover money to donate to a children's cancer hospital. Any normal perosn would've kept the money or just straight up kept the jewelry but she ain't want nothing from him.
And piece of him around her was just gonna hold her back.
"Girl that's long gone. Why he asking for it back now? You must want the leftovers?" she questioned finally pulling up to her destination. Taking up on Kazimir's offer to actually meet up with Kennedy, that's what she was gonna do.
Of course Rhyan and Daelyn came as a total package so she would be tagging along as well. With the both of them having similar schedules and barely seeing each other, this was best.
"You had the left overs of me bitch. He wants his shit either way, goodbye hoe." She then ended the call, the three beeps filling Rhyan's ears. "Chileee, she so angry for what?" She mumbled lowly to herself.
Kazimir was about to buy her another Cuban so the chain, watch, and earring set that Zane had brought didn't even matter. It seemed it was just now clicking that she ain't need Zane or his lies. Her life was so peaceful now.
Opening her car door, she glanced at the building that she hoped lived up to the hype. Crosstown Concourse Art Bar, read in big, bold letters in the from as people exited and entered the building.
Not wanting to have to wait when they came, rhyan booked them a seat ahead of time. When she entered, the hostess immediately came up to her, "how can I help you?" The man asked.
