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Oɱɳιʂƈιҽɳƚ Qυҽҽɳʂ, NY Cσɳƚιɳυҽԃ...
The house was quiet, the usual hum of background noise seemed to vanish upon both their ears and Xaier didn't even glance in her direction as he walked straight to his room, leaving Ivory standing in the middle of the living room, clutching her bag that held her prenatal pills and her nine week ultrasound photos that showed her baby's head and body, unsure of what to do next.
The silence was deafening from the car ride home all the way here, neither of them said a word after saying their farewells to Dr. Pete who told the couple to take it easy after seeing how in shock they were. She reassured Ivory that her baby was perfectly okay and healthy and that all she had to do was live life as she'd normally been doing, and to not worry too much.
Ivory was still a little nervous though, especially after learning she had been pregnant all this time, specifically during the car crash. But, if the doctor said she was okay... she believed her. She would definitely be going back soon for another more thorough check up though, just to be sure.
She hesitated for a moment, standing there in deep thought before finally deciding to follow Xaier. She wondered what he was thinking, in all honesty Ivy was afraid of what he was thinking. What if he didn't want this? What if he was planning to give her money to get rid of it? What if he didn't want to be with her or her baby anymore? That was the one thought that scared her most.
Peeking into his room, she saw him lying back on his bed, his head resting against the velvet headboard. He had a blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other, his movements slow and methodical as he rolled up the weed. He didn't look up at her, even though he could feel her presence, his gaze fixated on the task in front of him.
Ivory stood in the doorway, her arms hugging herself, feeling a strange mix of frustration, sadness, and nervous energy.
For a long moment, she just watched him. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened and released as if he was chewing on his thoughts. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking, to make sense of this moment, but the weight of the situation made her hesitate. She didn't want him to say anything that would break her heart.
Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her voice barely above a whisper when she finally spoke.
"Xaier... if you don't want this baby then that's okay, we can figure out how to get rid of-"
"Ivy bring yo ass here and don't say no dumbass shit like that no more, make me slap the fuck out yo ass." Xaier interrupted her as soon as he could after hearing what she was saying. His head snapped up and he finally gave her the attention and eye contact she wanted.
She was thrown off by his words though, not expecting him to be so upset at her suggestion. He was the one giving her the silent treatment and not even looking at her, he was acting like he didn't want the baby. Now all of a sudden she was the bad guy for suggesting it.
