Two Brothers. ( A Drama)

Glory - R.N.C.B

December 29th

- Milena

I had to watch her five days out the week. Out of my control, I had to watch Kendra everyday at work. Her face glowing from every touch of her belly. She gets all the smiles, congratulations and gifts. They even gave her a small party for the baby. All I get is "I'm so sorry." with an apologetic face. That's it.

For the first time in my life I was sad about having a flat stomach. I have to look at her belly and understand that maybe Carnell's baby is in there healthy and growing. I've lost count of the times I wanted to get up from my chair and beat her senseless. I've lost count of how many times I wanted to leave work to cry and sulk in my sadness. It isn't fair! My baby had to die and her's gets to live. The only positive would be that I have Carnell but he won't shut up about Kendra and the baby.

Today is the day we find out if the baby is his. He wants me there with him but there's no way I can go. I know he wants some support but I can't give him that in this situation.

Gia's been seeing this spanish guy Carlos a lot lately so we haven't had any time for girl time. Christmas was nice, I went back to Cleveland to be with my family. My mom was asking about Carnell and Patrick, surprisingly. I still haven't told her they're related. My Dad was satisfied with me not bringing anyone home. I caught up with some of my old friends and took a load off.

When I got back to Atlanta is when things got real again. Patrick sent me a gift. It was a necklace with a skeleton key charm hanging from it. He wrote a note with it "You got the key♡.". He must've bought it before our falling out. I kept pushing back calling him to thank him for the gift. Since my talk with Ms.B, I've been thinking about these two often. I don't want to choose, I want them both. I know I need to choose sooner than later before time keeps going on.

"Hey stranger." Patrick answered the phone in a happy tone. "Hey yourself, how you doing?" "Great, and yourself?" He's really in a great mood. "I'm fine. Um, I just wanted to thank you for this necklace. You didn't have to get me this." "I had already bought it. No way I wasn't going to give it to you." "Thanks." "What are you up too?" He wanted to keep the conversation alive. "Just got home from work. The only friend I have is drunk in love so I'm bored." "I totally understand the boredom talk. I can barely do shit with one hand, and my family stopped babying me. Gets real lonely around here. Would be nice if I had some company." He said sighing. "Do you want me to come over?" I asked catching on to his hints. "If you're going to keep begging like that, why not." I let a laugh slip. "I'll be there in a little while."

I changed out of my work clothes and into an oversized sweater, leggings and UGGS then headed to Patrick's.

25 minutes later

This is going smooth. The last time I was standing at Patrick's door I never made it in. "Hurry and let me in it's cold!" He smiled as I ran in the house to get warm. "I missed you too, I knew you'd come running back." "Don't play with me." I sat on the couch and got comfortable. It felt like I never left. Everything was still in place like it's never been touched.

"You not going to hug me?" He said with his arms stretched out. I patted the couch for him to sit next to me. Patrick walked over and sat down next to me. I immediately hugged him and he hugged me back. Patrick smelled like heaven, I don't know what soap or cologne he used but it made me stay in the hug 3 seconds longer.  "Besides your freak accident how was your birthday?" I asked while taking off my coat. "24 was great, besides that accident it was just liquor and strippers."

The TV was on and running, it was quiet. He was staring at me like he always does, creep. "Stop staring at me!" We both laughed. "My bad, I'm just happy you're here." I smiled at him. It grew silent again and Patrick hates silence. I could see him out the corner of my eye fidgeting a little. "What's the problem now?" I turned to look at him and smiled. He ran a hand through his neck length hair and finally faced me. "I know you had to check the voicemail I left you Milena. I meant what I said, come back. At least stay the night with me." It doesn't help that he has natural puppy eyes. "I'd love to but I can't. I'm not going to lie to Carnell-" "Wow!" He slapped his knees and stood up. He folded his arms and sighed. "You are just!" He kept shaking his head and breathing out from his nose. He looked over at me. "Why are you still bothered with him? He did nothing but hurt you Lena, I don't get it. I thought we had something." "We did!" "So why not make it work? Why would you keep going back to that nigga? Is it because of the baby? Help me understand what you see in him!" Patrick was ballistic by now. "He's changed! He's totally different now. Carnell is great and I love him. And no, I'm not with him because I feel bad about our loss." "So I didn't mean anything. Wow, you just needed me until he got his shit together. Ok." "Patrick that's not it at all!" "Yeah right! You probably knew you were pregnant too!" "Don't! Don't even go there. I had no idea I was pregnant. If I did I wouldn't have been trying to get pregnant by you!" His face softened.

Patrick's face never looked so sad and confused. "Why?" "Because I wanted a baby too! I had to sit there and listen to my ex-friend tell me how she's pregnant by Carnell and happy. I wanted some happiness too damn it! I was so happy with you and I knew if we had a baby it'd be ok. But, of course another friend of mine comes up claiming to be pregnant with your child." There were tears forming in my eyes. He grabbed me and held me while resting his chin on my head. "Just stay here, please." I pulled away to look at him..

- Carnell

I wanted Milena here with me today but she's had an attitude since I told her he was born. She wasn't answering her phone either so I asked Dustin and my Mom to come. I just wanted any kind of support today, that's all. I get why she's upset but he's here now. "Thanks for coming man." "No problem, I wasn't going to let you do this alone."

Dustin is probably my favorite brother besides Patrick, at least he was my second favorite. Whenever Kelly was being mean I could always go play with Patrick and count on Dustin to beat up Kelly. We weren't kids too long ago and now I'm the first one with a "maybe baby". I don't know where to start with my Mom. She backs us up 100% on anything. If I don't have anyone I know I have her. The right people came today.

We walked into their room, it was just Ken and her Mom here. The nurse was already here too, I wanted it like this. I wanted to find out at the hospital before they went home. If he's mine I'll go home with them and start my Daddy duties. Kendra was holding him with his face towards her chest so I still couldn't see his face.

"Everybody ready?" The nurse asked with an unsure face. "Yes." We said together. My legs were shaking, I needed a chair quick. I felt like I could pass out at any minute. My hands were wet in a matter of seconds. She looked over the paper quickly and then again. My stomach felt like it was falling slowly. "Well, Mr. Breeding." The nurse looked at me. "You're a Dad." I needed that chair, my Mom helped me get over to sit down. "I told you he was yours." Kendra said while wiping her eyes. Kendra passed the baby to my mom. "Oh my goodness! He's so cute." My Mom was a pro at holding babies, it came so natural to her. "Can't believe I'm an uncle and not a Daddy. Damn he does look like you." Dustin said while touching his hand.

My Mom walked over to me with the baby. "Here, hold him." "No. I can't." "I'll help you, it's ok." "No." "Carnell." "No no no! Stop!" She put him right on me and fixed my hands so I could hold him right. "His name is Rajan Nicholas Carter Breeding." Kendra said. "Rajan? Why that?" "It means King, we're going to call him Raj for short." I finally looked at his face and he looks just like my baby pictures. I started crying right then and there. My Mom rubbed my back trying to relax me. "Why are you upset?" She asked me. "I'm not Ma, I'm just sorry for being a jerk to him and a coward." I said wiping my eyes. I didn't get to hold my baby with Milena but I'm fortunate to hold this one, a spitting image of me. "I'm sorry little man." Holding babies does come naturally.