*AT JAZMINE AND HUEY'S HOUSE*
Jazmine's P.O.V.
"Huey!" I shout. He doesn't answer. "Huey!" I shout. No answer, yet again. I sigh and walk upstairs into mine and Huey's bedroom. He was lying down on the bed with his phone in his hand. "Boy, don't you hear me calling you?!" I roll my eyes. He looked at me and then looked back at his phone. He finally sat up and gestured me to come near him. I walk over to the bed and stand in front of him. "I'm sorry, Jazmine. I just- I've been really thinking about.." He stopped. "What is it, baby?" I look at him. "It's just, what if I'm not a great husband to you?" He looked up at me sadly. "Huey, if I thought that you weren't gonna be a great husband to me. I wouldn't have said yes." I held his face. "You have been the best boyfriend ever. You are the best fiance ever. And pretty soon, you will be the best husband ever. I love you, Huey Freeman." I kissed his forehead. "You know, Huey. I've been thinking. Maybe on our wedding night, we could maybe leave out the condoms?" I said alluringly. "Jazmine. I'm sorry. I mean, of course, we can have sex on our wedding night but I'm telling you now. I am wearing a condom. I'm not ready for this shit, Jazmine. Hell, I don't even know if I want to be a father." Huey sighed.
"Well then, what? God put humans on this earth to reproduce, Huey. That is why you are here, that is why everybody in this world is here." I snapped at him angrily. "Ugh, you're just like Grandad." Huey rolled his eyes. "And Grandad is right! Huey. If you can't see yourself having children with me, then I don't think we should get married." I sighed. "Oh, what? So all of this 'I have loved you since I was 9 years old' shit doesn't mean anything unless I give you a child." Huey questioned. "Huey, having a baby is what every married couple does or at least tries to do. I've wanted a baby ever since I was a teenager. When I was 15, I couldn't wait to get older so I could settle down with you hopefully. And then have your children, because it's what every couple does. And so what if we can't get pregnant? There are way more options out there now. We can adopt! We can pay for IVF, get a surrogate mother!" I exclaimed. "Well, maybe you're right, Jazmine. We shouldn't get married. All you ever do is talk about what every couple does. We're not every couple! We're us! You fucking piss me off when you do that, Jazmine!" Huey snapped as he threw his phone angrily which hit off the bedside table.
"Huey, stop it! I'm sick of this shit! I'm going to my parents' house for the night. You can talk to me when you've fucking calmed down. I'm sorry, but I'm not about to waste my life away for some violent and.. Vindictive ass nigga! Who couldn't care less about me or how I feel!" I stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the bedroom door shut. I hear Huey throw something at the door. It sounded like the chair from our computer desk. Tears run down my face as I quickly walk into the bathroom to collect my toothbrush. I sob quietly as I leave the bathroom and run down the stairs and into the laundry room. I take out some night shorts, a tank top, panties, a bra, some socks, my Nike leggings and my Nike polo shirt out of the laundry basket. I run to the front door to put my clothes and my toothbrush into my duffle bag that I use for the gym. Huey had this terrible habit of following me to stop me from going anywhere. He scares me to death when he gets aggressive and starts throwing things. Because of what I called him, I wanted to get out of the house immediately. I step into my Nike Tanjuns, grab my duffle bag and open the door. I shut the door as quick as possible and run to my parents' house.
All that rushing around and I forgot my keys. I didn't want to turn back so I kept running. I finally got to my parents' house with 2 minutes of running. I started knocking on the door in desperation. I waited about 10 seconds and my father answered the door. "Daddy!" I threw my arms around my father and started to sob loudly into his chest. "It's that Freeman, isn't it?" He growled. "Yes." I sobbed. "Come on in baby, come and sit in the living room with me and your mother." He said as he stroked my head.
