Terminal 1

Forgiven

A couple of hours later....

"Mia, it's not funny..." "It is...." She laughs, "SHE WASN'T READY!!!" "I'm hanging up..." "And I'ma call you back." She retorted as her laughter started to subside.

"Then I'll block you." "Fatima Latrice, you want me to pull up don't you?" "You pull up over here Zac gon' put you in a chokehold and Big Ma don't play about me." Fatima spat back as a matter of factly.

Mia laughs again. "Clearly you forgot who I was and my relationship with the two. First of all, Zac would never unless I physically or emotionally harmed you and in this case...yeah you lost. And Big Ma loves her some Mimi honey, so I wouldn't catch a bullet. It'll be more like a, "Now leave Cupcake 'lone Mimi. You know she pregnant"."

Fatima laughs, "I'm mad you got her voice down like that." "And you know it's the truth." Mia reiterated.

"I hate you." "Whatever. Don't be mad at me because you got "pregnancy brain". I told you to make sure after you untied him. Hide that shit, so he wouldn't find it."

"Girl. How was I supposed to do that when he was on my heels the entire day, chasing me around the house and shit." Fatima laughed, rubbing her belly, "I had to stay next to Big Ma damn near the rest of the day and if it wasn't her then I had Iyonna in my arms..." "oh he wasn't playing.." "Not even a little bit." Fatima huffed.

"Well at least y'all are even." "I guess." "Fatiimaaa." She called in a warning tone.

"What? He thinks this shit is over," "Oh God..." "What?!" "Fatima. Raise the white flag girl.." "I will do no such thing, if this is the only way I can get sex, I'm all for it. As much as I'm hurting, that shit was damn good.."

"Welp, can't argue with that..." "MOMMY!" "Yes MJ." "Whea Daddy go?" "He's at work MJ, you know that..." "Call him.." "No! I literally just told you he's at work. Fatima come get this girl..."

Fatima starts to snicker, "You birthed yourself with that one."

Mia huffs, "Girl I'm still waiting on the DNA test because who's child is this..." "Mommy call Daddy." "Little girl. Who are you talking to?" "Peezzz." "Oh my God. Ti let me call you back." "Don't murder my baby." "I can't make no promises. Love you lots." "Love you more girl." "Bye." They uttered hanging up.

Fatima gets up placing her phone on the nightstand then goes to the bathroom. She sits for a moment just breathing as she rubs her belly down. The baby starts to move subtly then...

"Mamas, you cool?"

She gasped, startled coming out of her meditative state, "What?!" "Are you cool?" "Yes. Zac what is wrong with you?" "You're bleeding.." "WHAT?" "I came in the room to check on you and there's blood on the sheets.." "Zac stop playing with me, that's not funny..." as she frantically takes some tissue and wipes herself.

She looks, then sighs with relief, "Babe, it's just a little blood and he's ok. I literally just felt him move.." "You sure?!" "Yes..." she mumbles, placing his hand on her belly.

Little bumps grazed the circumference of her belly, as Little Peanut started to move around happily.

Zac calms, nodding, "Ok." SLAP!!! "OU, Whatch' you hit me for?!" "Because it's all your fault I was bleeding in the first place." "Well I wouldn't have had to do you like that, if you hadn't tied me up in the first place then you left me with your pussy juices and blue balls..." "Well I wouldn't have had to tie you up in the first place Zac, if we were having sex on a regular!" She rebutted seriously.