Tough Love

Chapter 11

Baby Mama- Lil Boosie

Yoon stood outside of my door that night for about an hour banging on it and telling me to just give him a chance to explain. I wasn't hearing it, so I eventually turned on my stereo and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a text message from him.

Yoon: "Bonita, everything I told you was real. Don't let a hoe come between us. Ion know if this baby is mines or not, but if it is, I gotta man up and take care of my responsibility. Just fuck with me when you feel up to it."

I didn't reply back. How could I? So I did my daily routine and headed to the gym to work out.

It had been a week since all that shit had went down and I can say I was honestly missing Yoon. He text me and call me everyday to check up on me. I never replied. I guess he really cared. I cared too. I just can't play step mama to nobody and I damn sure ain't finna deal with no crazy ass baby mama.

During this whole week, I've been sick as hell. So, I decided to schedule an doctors appointment for today at 1:30. It was almost that time.

I got up and showered and got dressed and was out the door. The doctors office was only about twenty minutes away from my house, so I didn't have far to go.

When I arrived, I signed in and waited to be called.

I thought back to the nights when Yoon and I fucked. I don't remember even wearing a condom. I knew it was a possibility that I could be pregnant and just the thought of having his kid made me feel shitty, especially if that Morgan girl was telling the truth and her little boy was his as well.

I looked up when I heard the door alarm go off. In walked the worlds dumbest nigga, Mel and his bitch Jamie. He looked my way as she was signing in and winked. I smiled the fakest smile I could muster up and flicked him off. His smile dropped when Jamie grabbed his hand and walked over to a couple of vacant seats. I guess he wasn't as happy with her as he made it seem. As I studied the ugly ass couple, I noticed her stomach that poked out more than a little bit. She had to be about six or seven months pregnant.

I just shook my head. This dumb nigga was fucking with this bitch that long to have gotten her pregnant? Horrible.

Honestly, I wasn't even mad anymore. Fuck him.

"Miya Finch?" The nurse called.

I stood up and walked over to her. She introduced herself as Nurse Tiny.

"Okay, Miss Finch. Go in the rest room and pee in one of the cups we have provided for you in there. When you're done, bring it to me so I can test you and take your blood." She instructed. I nodded and proceeded to do what she asked.

After it took me what seemed like forever to fucking pee, I came out of the restroom and handed her the cup with my piss in it. She stuck what looked like a strip of paper in the pee and sat it in front of the cup.

"Was that a pregnancy test?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am!" She told me while grabbing my right arm and tying a blue rubber band around it. She then grabbed a cotton swap, a bandaid and a needle. She found the vein she needed and stuck me.

After, she drew the blood she needed, she looked back at the pregnancy test.

"Well Miss Finch, looks like you're pregnant." She told me, showing me the two pinkish lines on it with a grin.

I didn't say anything, I just sat silently trying to understand this.

"Meet me in room number two, I'll be in there shortly." She told me.

I got up and walked to the designated room and waited. Nurse Tiny soon came in with a pamphlet about what my options were If I decided I didn't want the baby. She also gave me a pamphlet about the changes my body will go through and what and what not to do.

I was finally released. When I got to my car, I decided it was best that I tell Yoon right away.

I wasn't ready to talk to him so I shot him a text.

Me: "I'm pregnant..."

He responded: "Meet me at Underground in 10 mins."

As much as I "hated" Yoon right now, I decided to obliged.

I got to Underground and headed straight to the Dairy Queen. I ordered myself an Oreo blast ice cream. When I turned around, I spotted Yoon sitting at a table, typing away on his phone.

"I knew you were pregnant." He spoke as I slid into my seat.

"How?" I wondered.

"Because you were getting sick, you were moody, you were tired. All that good shit." He responded.

"So, now what? You got one kid plus another on the way. What you gone do?" I challenged.

"Look Miya, I got a DNA test for Morgans baby today. The result should be back within three days. Until then, chill. Ion need you stressing out our child." He told me, reaching over to rub my still flat belly.

The fact that he didn't question whether it was his kid or not made me forget some of the anger I had towards him.

At that moment, I realized I loved this dude. And I didn't even mean to.

"When you get the results back, let me know." I told him getting up.

"Aight. I'm finna head back to the 'Yo. Give me back my key and I'll bring you some food tonight." He told me.

"What makes you think I still want you nigga?" I laughed.

"The fact that you came here girl. Now give me my key!" He demanded, smiling.

"Boy whatever." I said handing him the key.

He walked me to my car and kissed me before I drove off. I sure hope I wasn't making a mistake by forgiving him. If Morgans child was his, then I would have to accept that... And he would have to accept not being with me. Period.

I finally got home and decided on watching Bernie Mac. Before I turned it on, I fixed myself some watermelon and marshmallows.

Soon after relaxing, I fell asleep on the couch.

Not too long after that, I heard the door being opened. I immediately grabbed my gun out of my purse and aimed it at the door.

Yoon walked in and looked at me like I was crazy! "You was finna shoot a nigga?" He laughed.

"Hell yeah! I forgot I gave you your key back." I laughed with him.

He just shook his head and made his way to the couch with some Chinese food! My stomach instantly growled as I opened my container. I got up to get us forks and together we tore that shit thee fuck up!

Soon after, we both were knocked out on the couch and Bernie Mac was watching us.