Next day
A knock sounded on Elijah's open door as Micheal's tall frame stood idly in said doorway.
"Can I come in?" Micheal inquired.
"Yeah." Elijah muttered.
"The results came in." Micheal announced.
"What they say?" Elijah asked eagerly, sitting up in his bed.
"That she's yours." Micheal replied.
"Seriously?" Elijah uttered in shock.
"Yeah. Look for yourself." Micheal said as he sat the results on the bed.
Elijah scurried to snatch the envelope. His eyes skimmed the paper quickly before the color in his face vanished and his hopes fell.
"I-I can't believe this. This has to be a joke." Elijah stuttered in disbelief.
"Well, it's not so get ready to be a father." Micheal smirked.
"Get out." Elijah said calmly.
"What?" Micheal asked with confusion etched on his face.
"Get the fuck out of my room, now." Elijah shouted.
"Alright, I'm taking Amiyah out to her check up tomorrow and I hope to see you there." Micheal said with disappointment thick in his voice before he left the room.
Elijah slammed and locked the door once he was sure Micheal went into his room. He sighed before taking a seat on his bed.
"What am I going to do?" Elijah whispered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.
Elijah sighed again before going to his closet and taking out his art supplies. He began to do one of the only things that calm his nerves, and that was painting.
It was seven a.m. when Elijah finally finished his masterpiece.
After Elijah put up his supplies, he left the painting on it's stand and began to get ready for bed.
"Elijah, you up? It's almost time for Amiyah's doctor's appointment." Micheal said knocking on Elijah's door.
Elijah ignored Micheal and snuggled deeper into his bed.
"Elijah, whether you're up or not we're leaving." Micheal warned.
"I guess we'll just go by ourselves then, Miya." Micheal mumbled.
Footsteps were heard backing away from the door and going downstairs before a door slam was heard.
Elijah released a breath he didn't know he was holding and proceeded to let his body sleep.
A loud door slammed from downstairs, awakening an irritated and sleepy Elijah.
"Elijah, we're back." Micheal yelled throughout the small apartment.
Elijah said nothing as he heard footsteps leading upstairs.
"It's only eleven. He could still be sleep." Micheal mumbled before going to his room.
Elijah waited until after he heard the door close to go back to sleep.
"Elijah, it's three in the afternoon. I know your up by now." Micheal shouted, banging on Elijah's room door, waking him up.
"I made you lunch. If you ever come out, it'll be in the microwave." Micheal continued before he walked away from the room once again.
Elijah sighed, looking at his painting, before he started to fiddle with his phone.
